Out of pure terror, the small squirrel craps on your head. The other squirrels find this very amusing. They then start to rub their paws and lick their lips. They are getting closer. You have a soiled squirrel, a remote control and the mysterious stranger ends up to be nothing but a top hat and a trench coat on a coat rack.
To be continued...
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It all started with a story, born from boredom, ennui and spamming, so disturbing and altogether abominable that no one outside a certain society of cyber-gregarious individuals new of its existence. It will now meet the judgmental eyes of the general public through this blog.
Who knows, in the future maybe new stories will spawn and be published here. Only the future will tell.
Who knows, in the future maybe new stories will spawn and be published here. Only the future will tell.
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