Game Revived
Battery Acid

1. My face burns in shame, my very cells aflame with hurt and guilt as your screams pierce the fog surrounding my mind. Bruises bloom where your knuckles grace my jaw. I'm no good.

2. That feeling you get, you know the one, before you cry, which pulls at your heart and crushes you lungs. Then it happens, the battery acid leaking from your eyes and cotton in your mouth. Damn it, why aren't there any M&M's in the machine?

3. The cold glass quickly turns hot as it glows in my hands, the heat burns my hands and it sizzles and blisters, dry skin cracking in the light. Screams burst from your throat as you punish yourself.