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Based Zelazny posters

>>14230894
My chick uses the Sony reader for laptop reading and she said it gets the job done. I only read on my phone and tablet, so I almost exclusively use Google's Play Books app because it lets me store and sync everything in the cloud.

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>No Zelazny
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So last night I read a short story by Roger Zelazny titled 'Corrida' and I... just don't get it.

It's very short so could you guys read it and try to figure out what I'm missing?

Roger Zelazny. Corrida
He awoke to an ultrasonic wailing. It was a thing that tortured his
eardrums while remaining just beyond the threshold of the audible.
He scrambled to his feet in the darkness.
He bumped against the walls several times. Dully, he realized that his
arms were sore, as though many needles had entered there.
The sound maddened him...
Escape! He had to get away!
A tiny patch of light occurred to his left.
He turned and raced toward it and it grew into a doorway.
He dashed through and stood blinking in the glare that assailed his
eyes.
He was naked, he was sweating. His mind was full of fog and the
rag-ends of dreams.
He heard a roar, as of a crowd, and he blinked against the brightness.
Towering, a dark figure stood before him in the distance. Overcome by
rage, he raced toward it, not quite certain why.
His bare feet trod hot sand, but he ignored the pain as he ran to
attack.
Some portion of his mind framed the question "Why?" but he ignored it.
Then he stopped.
A nude woman stood before him, beckoning, inviting, and there came a
sudden surge of fire within his loins.
He turned slightly to his left and headed toward her.
She danced away.
He increased his speed. But as he was about to embrace her, there came
a surge of fire in his right shoulder and she was gone.
He looked at his shoulder and an aluminum rod protruded from it, and
the blood ran down along his arm. There arose another roar.
...And she appeared again.
He pursued her once more and his left shoulder burned with sudden
fires. She was gone and he stood shaking and sweating, blinking against the
glare.
"It's a trick," he decided. "Don't play the game!"