The heat was unbearable , the friction noise was beyond human decibel level. The Cigar Smoking Man was supervising a dozen people working in what seemed to be an underground dig site. An abandoned mining colony by the looks of it. The people were digging with tools as lowly as the shovels to some high power laser machine which was seemingly keeping the dig site temperature under control. The smell of sweat, mud, smoke filled the air. A deep voice which could have very well been of a top hip hop artist said 'Do you know what in the world you are doing?', to a really small man or what seemed to be like one. This creature named Scumooze had ears very large when compared to his tiny body. He was BLUE. The Cigar Smoking Man had found him in a cave when he was trekking in the alps. Scumooze squeaked 'Don't worry human, unlike your species, I exactly know what I am doing. We are resurrecting my lord, so that he will finish what his petite plans have startewd unwinding, the end of the world'
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This started as an SMS exercise. I felt bored and wanted to write a story but was lazy to add to the blogosphere. So I texted each "Day" of the Devil's Dance. However requests from some of my friends asking me to put it here, has urged me to do this.Do keep reading and voting. I will see which option gets the most vote by the end of each week and try to incorporate that attribute into my story the following week. Remember, those who don't vote will probably dance on hot pans before the Devil >:)
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