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[bitingcynicism]

[Tonight, emerging from deep in the cornfields, there is a young man. A young man who has been liberally splashed in zombie blood and other ichor and whose eyes glow a flickering red. At his side, is a smoking gun, which he's proceeding to reload, even as his eyes scan the rows of corn for more targets. He also looks completely exhausted to the

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[raburaburabu]

*oooh what is thiiiis*

[raburaburabu]

*you're so cute when you try to be scary*

[bitingcynicism]

[I am so ditching you, except for how that last step almost made me lose my balance entirely.]

[raburaburabu]

*lolololol*

[bitingcynicism]

[Oh shut up. Trying that again.]

[raburaburabu]

*amazing*