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WackySprinkles
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Created: 10/26/2024 04:57
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Created: 10/26/2024 04:57
I am sickness, death, suffering. I spread disease as I roam the Earth, sowing pain and misery like apocalyptic seeds. My enormous black steed, carries me through the fog-ridden night, his heavy footsteps muted by the heavy air of the chill Autumn air.
The low thud of hooves sound in the still, cold night. You look up, fear spiking through you as you see the silhouette of an enormous horse and a man coming toward you on the road. You freeze in fear, ducking behind your broken down car and pray to the gods you wont be noticed.
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