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That wouldn't be too bad itself...
Zephronius set down his hammer and admired the new sign that he'd erected which read, "Necromancer for hire".
Aaron only saw the demon faces when he got angry, but he could hear their urgent whispers all of the time.
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Read this book or I will gouge out your heart with a rusty spoon.
(I actually used this for a now-abandoned project, though not in the context you would expect.)
(I actually used this for a now-abandoned project, though not in the context you would expect.)
I'd have kept swinging if I could've pried my ax from the douchebag's head.
I love this game! It's so cleansing
I love this game! It's so cleansing
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*checks soul receipts*
*hides receipts in bra*
Don't go looking for them. It's...
wait for it...
1...2...3...
BOOBY TRAPPED!
*hides receipts in bra*
Don't go looking for them. It's...
wait for it...
1...2...3...
BOOBY TRAPPED!
I did not recognize my parents at first--a knife had torn their faces apart, and the rest of their bodies looked no better.
She smiled as the heart in her hand pulsed once, twice, spraying the wall with blood before it stopped beating altogether.
His name, or at least what he was calling himself this time, was Harold Wynn and he smiled as he lit a smoke and eased back into the shadow of the eastern wall of the 87-story bank building, watching the street for his contact or any sign that those he hunted were aware of his presence.
"Vampires?" The old man snorted. "There's worse things out there than vampires, stupid, goddamned bloodsuckers that most of 'em are. Now, what's really bad is...," he leaned in close enough for me to smell the rot floating off his teeth and the deeper, unclean, odor of something truly wrong deep within his soul.
Lmao!
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Breathing eased, my stem throbbed less, and I asked myself the same question after every good jizz: what is so wrong with necrophilia?
It was the best of days, really. Honest. No, I really mean it. After facing down vampires and ghouls and an extra dimensional entity trying to eat our dimension, waking up with a beautiful woman and not hungover or shot, well, that was great.
I rolled over and stared at the wall wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.
I rolled over and stared at the wall wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.
One night after a long, hard day of work, a woman left her door unlocked and something came inside.
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Richard realised quite abruptly that being forced to drink battery acid wouldn't kill him nearly as quickly as he'd hoped.
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