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Static had enveloped him. Though in a room

  • Static had enveloped him. Though in a room full of his peers, all he heard was silence. He was staring... staring at the furry menace attached to one of them. It was too late
  • The rabid beaver jumped off in way so terrible everyone in the joint shreaked. The Beaver started running for the mysterious man in the corner and jumped.
  • The man was named Turner. He quickly pulled out his fork and skewered the Beaver. This left the Beaver atop his head.
  • The boy curled up into a bloody flesh toupee on Turner's head. The 'Beave' shuddered like a tree-raining crimson droplets on Turner's suit and silently misting all nearby with hepA
  • and of course Turner did his part by spitting, coughing and wheezing to spread HepC. Unfortunately, they were followed around by ten geeks armed with Lysol. It was an all out war
  • between the Taz and the Taints! Who would win? Why would they win? What would they win? So many questions with so few answers. I turned to her with sweat dripping off
  • the end of my nightstick, which I then dropped. "Could you please stop looking so beautiful?", I shouted as I prepared the basketball for light speed, looking unevenly for the
  • spectators that had filled the street, eager to witness my awesome angel crushing. Uriel stood up, but it was already too late. He got no chance to see the basketball decapitating
  • his favorite fountain statue - and got no chance to shout "you damn kids!" before I was a speck in the distance. People ask me if I feel bad about crushing an old man's dreams,
  • but they never ask me why I did it. My plan went perfectly and no one suspects it. My true intention will be forever a secret and I don't regret it.
Started
2011-01-12 10:11:37
Finished
2011-04-21 21:02:08

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