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Jan 2020

"The next time you mess with us will be your last time"

I knew the muffled noises escaping my mouth were pointless.

The last thing she saw was the face of the undead woman in her dreams… and she smiled.
300 undead. Open up a bottle, Matt. I’m coming.

"P-probably something to do with... racism, I-I dunno.”

“Rise, underling.” The Alvaine witch commanded.

Em sat in the seat behind them and placed Loki on the ground to roam around.

loki is a black cat :ok_hand:

His hand never left the door, his fingers tracing the wood grains idly, his nails leaving pale scratches, "...I saw Paul."

Lady Death

Normally she would be worried about accidentally shifting, but it seemed even her anger could not coax out her leopard.

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Once she was outside with no one around, she tore away the flesh mask and wig that she was wearing, reassuming her identity as Shea Reman, private Ferryman – like the dead Johann – working for a company that specialized in escorting people to the other world in the most glorious manner possible.

"Hello my pretties!" Kaecil the demon clown

"There was a painful throbbing in his chest, his hearbeat deafening. The more he rolled it over in his mind, the worse it ached."