*the others run on ahead as your feet start to stick just a little to the ground with each step it makes a sickening wet noise as you lift your foot up the tar sticks a little with each step your foot sinks in deeper and deeper. as it reaches your ankles each and every step is taking more and more effort out of your body but you must move forward always forward. you continue walking as it inches up along your legs long since having lost all sight of the others each step is exasperating and takes almost all effort you can gather you continue slugging through the pit of tar now well up toward your hips. you try to crawl then the pit takes you in fullness you sink below the surface and for a time all is darkness. You don't know how but you can still move and breath the tar hangs on every part of your body heavy. you finally feel the solid ground below your foot at the bottom of the pit and you begin forcing your way through it moving is hard but there is only forward. finally you begin to rise from the tar again your body covered in it from head to toe gathering all sorts of things from the bottom of the pit. You finally pull your self free and stand again your foot continues to stick as you walk forward you continue a while the tar whispers to you horrible doubts and awful truths and lies to you about why you were the last one why you were left behind.

You bare the weight some where you manage to make a mask for your self of an echo of your face to hide your new ulgyness. you walk for a while you come to the shore of a lake of the stuff just on the edge of the other side you can see boats but they are all gone. You step forward and enter the tar again it takes less time to engulf you this time, this time you see horrors and terrible things as the tar speaks to you controlling your thoughts but you continue forward along the base of the lake. you continue forward each movement is a task and there is only darkness time passes you don't know how much before you even begin to make any progress always tormented by horrors and fears beyond your ability to describe.

How ever you eventually you push forward always forward then eventually you start moving upward against the tar and come out the other side even more tar has clinged to your body you are a monster you gather another mask to hide behind it seems to be the others truth .

But you know the truth the tar killed you long ago you are nothing more then tar and bone and a single perpous that your not even sure will be worth it . Forward.