Isac's eyelids flung open, a painful light instantly burning his dark pupils upon doing so, a bright light situated directly above him, causing him to shut his lids again and a pained groan to escape his lips at the surprisingly rude awakening. He rolled himself over in an attempt to escape the brightness and found himself rolling off whatever surface he'd woken up on. Slamming stiffly onto the ground, Isac voiced another groan this time more angry and pained then the last one. "For fuck's sake" he moaned in irritation as he helped himself up onto his feet, squinting his eyes in an attempt to limit the brightness. Raising a hand between the light and his eyes he could look around a bit while his eyes adjusted.
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Isac's tantrum was quickly dispelled, his facial expression quickly turned empty, his eyes filled with resignation when he realized his fate was either to consume such a vile thing or succumb to hunger. "I fucking hate cucumbers." he repeated to himself as he sighed heavily, picked up one of the cans that wasn't already busted open and turned himself around to leave this wretched place behind once and for all through the remaining door. Halfway through the room he suddenly spotted something in his peripheral vision. He stopped, turned his head snappily and fixed his gaze on one of the tools hanging on the wall. An old scythe. "Well now. That's more like it." he told himself out loud, a hint of appreciation in the way he said it. He'd always wanted a scythe. There was something about them that intrigued him, the elegant brutality of them. He moved to grab it and took it off the wall, felt it's surprisingly heavy weight and took a few practice swings with a single hand. Strangely enough, it didn't look that old when compared to the other tools in the shed. It even had a different design then a common wheat scythe, clad full in metal with a larger more prominent blade. Isac took an instant liking to it, it suited him. It suited him for what he always envisioned he'd do with a
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Isac's tantrum was quickly dispelled, his facial expression quickly turned empty, his eyes filled with resignation when he realized his fate was either to consume such a vile thing or succumb to hunger. "I fucking hate cucumbers." he repeated to himself as he sighed heavily, picked up one of the cans that wasn't already busted open and turned himself around to leave this wretched place behind once and for all through the remaining door. Halfway through the room he suddenly spotted something in his peripheral vision. He stopped, turned his head snappily and fixed his gaze on one of the tools hanging on the wall. An old scythe. "Well now. That's more like it." he told himself out loud, a hint of appreciation in the way he said it. He'd always wanted a scythe. There was something about them that intrigued him, the elegant brutality of them. He moved to grab it and took it off the wall, felt it's surprisingly heavy weight and took a few practice swings with a single hand. Strangely enough, it didn't look that old when compared to the other tools in the shed. It even had a different design then a common wheat scythe, clad full in metal with a larger more prominent blade. Isac took an instant liking to it, it suited him. It suited him for what he always envisioned he'd do with a