Oh, The Horror!
I must escape!
I must flee!
But sanctuary is so impossibly far.
I gag!
I gasp!
I weep!
It is brimstone, It is cadavers, It is lethal gasses and deadly pollutants.
Hands claw at my throat, tear at my mask to no avail.
Can I not travel faster?
The airlock grows so slowly through the mist.
It burns, I blink away the pain, but my eyes refuse to focus.
There, numb fingers open the hatch, I crawl inside.
Watch the light.
Wait for it to turn green.
Rip off my helmet.
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Advice: Never fart in your spacesuit.
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