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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Rimidalv Nisom:
2/19/2017 2:46:09 AM
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[b][u]L-O-D-S of E-M-O-N-E[/u][/b]
[b]A man in a formal business suit with a blue neck tie approaches the gate. Oddly, Russian GP5 gas mask covers his entire head his identity. In his right hand is a large, leather briefcase and on his back is an ArmaLite-15 rifle chambered in .223. He sets the suitcase on the ground vertically and begins reaching into one of his suit's pockets hastily.[/b]
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[i]a tiny pitter patter of feet can be heard behind. The feet belong to a little girl with blonde hair wearing a solid black dress with black ribbons. She is carrying a giant pair of scissors on her back in her left hand is a creepy faceless doll. She is looking up at the man with her bright blue eyes.[/i] "Watcha ya doin mister?"she says [i]the girl had a very eerie vibe to her like something that wasn't natural about her. She looked like she was no older than the age of six.[/i]
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[b][i]A figure stood in your peripheral vision. He walked closer, staying in your peripheral, as he neared you, hallucinations filled your vision. Hallucinations of the figure ripping out your intestines. He neared, the lights blinking out and then turning off completely as he moved.[/i][/b]
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[b]He doesn't really seem phased by the hallucinations and instead calmly points out in a British accent,[/b] "I think that I left the hallucinogens in the filters again." [b]He throws money from his pocket into the air, unemthused.[/b]
