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reincarceration November 30 2010, 04:55:49 UTC


[ You look inside the small rundown shack. The floor is covered in thick amber honey. Trapped in the honey, moving sluggishly, are flies -- wingless flies. The sweetness is overwhelming now, causing those with weak stomachs to either lose their lunch, or their footing and stumble backwards. But for those who can bear it, just a few seconds, there is the quiet humming of dozens of flies' wings. NnnnnnnYouShouldBeThannnnkfulForThisOppotunnnnnityToDieforUsForOurFammmmmily. That is, if you can hear it over the retching of your weaker companions, or can force yourself to stand at the doorway of the shack and listen. ]

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reincarceration November 30 2010, 05:03:35 UTC

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