You stroll into town and come upon what, on first glance, appears to be an absurdly large well. You take an idle kick at a stone sitting on the edge of the gaping chasm... "thud." The sound arrives much faster than you thought it would with a very hollow tone. "What is this place?" You suddenly ask nobody in particular. "This?" A voice behind you suddenly replies. "This is SPARTA!!!" As you turn around you are suddenly greeted by a sandal to the gut and begin to fall helplessly into the gaping pit and within the first few milliseconds your life begins flashing before your eyes... it wasn't very interesting. In the space of a second you come to terms with your own death and wait for cold blackness to embrace you. You come to a very abrupt stop as you fall into a pile of large black and mostly Styrofoam filled black boxes. "Man I NEVER get to do that!" You hear suddenly exclaimed about eight feet above you. "Are you alright down there?" You reply...
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