Job. Environment. distress

I don't know when it started, but I felt like I had fallen into a big vat, and the tank was full of slimy liquid, wrapped tightly around me, and I couldn't move.

The mucus was so sticky that I couldn't even see where the cylinder port was, I tried to dance my arms hard and straighten my legs, but I still couldn't touch the exit, I couldn't breathe from the sticky pressure around me, I felt a little unable to breathe, and even spent it in a daze, tired.

There were other people in the tank, some who had fallen early, some who had fallen with me, some who were still falling, and they were all wrapped in slime, the same as me, disgusting, you couldn't break free, the mucus that was clutching at you, the mucus that you wanted to shake off but couldn't.

I tried to struggle to get out, or struggle to adapt, even if I really couldn't get out, I also hoped that I could be like a fish in water in this slime, some people adapted, they were leisurely and leisurely in it, very happy, but I tried hard to adapt, but I couldn't stand these annoying endless constraints!

And in these mucus, the nutrients I get are limited, and when I see that there is water or honey in other tanks, I want to struggle and jump over with envy, but after all, there is still some nutrition here, and there are friends who have struggled in the tank together, I can't make up my mind to leave, Mo can be so sad!

The mucus was still pouring in all directions, and I couldn't avoid it, watching them enter my nose and my mouth in disgust, and even into my eyes, every cell of my body, and I was about to go crazy.

It's scary. Those mucus.

I just tried to kick my leg and my leg got tangled. I was helpless.

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