I Almost DIED at JURASSIC WORLD
Dear Bushlanders,
I have just returned from my excursion to Universal Studios and I have a most horrid experience to share.
I was in Jurassic World buying epic merch from Jurassic Outfitters when I heard the 4th of July firework show begin. My siblings and I did not care for the fireworks, so we attempted to get through the crowd to the escalator whilst the crowd was distracted.
We did not get through. After the fireworks ceased we ended up stuck shoulder to shoulder in a horde of individuals for at least half an hour. No food, no water, no escape. We only had each other and the will to keep waiting for a way out.
Two disgruntled NPCs in the crowd shouted for us to move, an order we physically could not obey. Nobody knew why we were stuck. There was a clearly empty staircase in clear sight, and nobody ascending it, meaning it must have been blocked. I still don’t know why. I didn’t know why there were three escalators moving down toward us, and one moving away when there were two of each that morning. The solution to the conundrum was so simple, and everyone in that crowd was in disbelief.
At the end of that grueling half hour, we were granted reprieve, as we had reached the solitary escalator. As I looked back into the crowd, I could see no end to the sea of people. But all I wanted was to leave. After reaching the top, I decided to climb a flight of stairs out of spite. I climbed another out of hubris and almost passed out.
My knees were weak with each step I took in search of water, like a desperate wanderer in the desert. Of course they wouldn’t hand out free water to us, that would be too kind. As I drank the overpriced water I thought about my life and the moments that brought me here. I thought about suing for emotional distress. I thought omg this is just like when they had to evacuate Isla Nublar in season one of Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous.
Anyway I survived so Universal can smd and yeah I’m still gonna post more art tomorrow so I actually didn’t need to write this but whatever this is how I process emotion
Yours Truly,
bensbush
