Post by Jesus on Jan 19, 2009 15:06:41 GMT -5
I hear them getting closer and their howls are sending chills down my spine.
Time is running out, I see them coming down the hills from behind.
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There’s something creeping in the woods at night, something horrible that’s suspected to be the cause of all the disappearances around the small village of Rotheclaire. These creatures are what the villagers call ‘gypsies’. They come into the town, doing their mystical dances and casting all sorts of witchcraft on the people… but there’s always another side to the tale…
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There are dark, hellish demons stalking the woods in the dead of night. They come into our camps, thirsty for blood, and they drag our people out of their homes into the cold to devour their souls; leaving nothing behind but a rotting corpse, teeming with scavengers for friends to find in dismay. Thus, we must hide in the small village at nightfall, if you really wish to be safe. However, there’s no hiding from Satan’s minions. If he doesn’t reach us physically, he will conquer us mentally by evoking rage against brethren. Ever since our faithful leader was taken, there was no one to guide us through these dark times… men rose to fill his position, and now their bickering never ceases.
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It’s true, there certainly demons among us. Walking in the skins of people, disguising themselves as one of us to blend into our societies and corrupt our souls. You may be asking yourself who the murderer could be. Well, I have an answer for you: No one. Little do the people know there really is a demon hiding in the woods with an insatiable hunger for black hearts. So, I am here to tell you the question you really should be asking yourself is ‘Who’s next’? Perhaps it is the baker, or the blacksmith... maybe the postman or maybe it is you...
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over my fucking gore.
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