YeahWrite #429 Microprose Challenge
The floor tasted like a cocktail of concrete and blood.
My last thoughts rued the fact that my alcohol-addled senses never noticed how strong, determined the hands that caressed me toward the window were…
Dropped
Under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul.
YeahWrite #429 Microprose Challenge
The floor tasted like a cocktail of concrete and blood.
My last thoughts rued the fact that my alcohol-addled senses never noticed how strong, determined the hands that caressed me toward the window were…
Invictus 
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