Finished Folds (361—368)
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3a real-life zombie, for chrissakes'. Multiple lacerations, major stab wounds and missing vital organs seemed to have not slowed her down one bit, as she began a sprint in my
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1not resist it, hungry as he was. Then the author broke the fourth wall, and pointed directly at you, the reader. What will you do next? I suggest "ADD" there, on the right.
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3as I stared at their golden, aged goodness. "Dere'll be no a-talkin' abut dis! Gimme wot you promized, or deez booze gets it!" I made up my mind in an instant. I threw my gun at
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3So he put his plan into action, and squeezed off the exact sequence that would open the hidden door in front of him. The heavy stone door grumbled and then slid upward to reveal an
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2for all the children gathered to see me. They had been so looking forward to my burger stunt that I had to put off rounding up criminals and eat cheap fast-food. So, I quickly
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2were heard for miles 'round, as they were filled with a deadly neurotoxin which caused brave Captain Nelson's men to scream at the top of their lungs in agony as they died slowly.
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6Dealing out hands of multi-colored metallic discs to a table of nervous participants, the steel-faced gambling robot came to rest. It then blinked its single red light three times,
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1The captain glanced down at the monitor, but suddenly recoiled in horror from readout. "Good god man! Everything on the surface is moving as if carpeted by a sheen of evil!"