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[ If you happen to come by the park during any point of the day, you will see a Miku lying on the grass, in the shade of a tree. While there is nothing particularly remarkable about that fact alone, you may notice, upon closer inspection, that she has one of those trademark tragic Miku pouts written all over her face. You may also notice that, almost equally as worryingly, this Miku is holding a gun over head, at which she is staring up intently, and is pressing her finger down against the trigger, over and over. Not a single bullet leaves the gun, but that doesn't seem to stop her; she keeps pulling the trigger, as if expecting it to work out of sheer willpower alone.
Click. Click. Click. Click. ]
Click. Click. Click. Click. ]