The office building seemed normal enough. You shrug off the feeling of dread as you enter the doors. There's no receptionist. Simply two doors. One is green, the other orange. Which do you take? What happens next? WRITE YOUR OWN STORY IN 100 WORDS.

I examine the doors carefully; is there anything different besides the color? I look as hard as I can. No, there isn't. I decide to eeny meeny miney moe the whole situation, and I end up with orange. I think orange is such a violent color, like fire. But, orange is also the color of a tangerine. My mind is just conflicted. I'm overthinking this. I think green is such a calm color, like a tree. But, also the color of a trash can. Green is also the color of my eyes, so I think maybe that is the right choice. Does it logically make sense? Probably not, but oh well, at least I have my choice. I touch the door knob, it's cold as ice. I touch the door knob on the orange door, and it's room temperature. That's strange. I start to turn the door knob on the green door, and I notice it has a strange clicking noise. Oh no, I chose the wrong one. I walk in the door, and it's pitch black. I try to walk back out, but a dark figure pushes me into the darkness. The floor's squishy like a sponge. Strange. TO BE CONTINUED.

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