You are in a dark alley in Hell, when suddenly the scents of rot, decay, and filth assail your nostrils. Approaching you from the shadows is a man with rat-like features and a wicked grin. "Hahaha... Well, if it isn't another visitor. I'm Malice Plague, the Creator of Diseases, but I'm guessing you knew that already, considering you're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to be sticking around and listening to me yap. You might well contract something incurable, like self-awareness."
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