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Originally Posted by k-krack
(At least write a paragraph or two, Johnny boy!)
Mister Violence, as he was drifting off to slumber, was completely unaware of his company, silent, undead, and hungry. The now "dead" board member, the former Daycare Nation, lurched forward, mumbling ever so softly "brains... brains... rather ripped rooolz lawlzzz....brains..." until the place where John Violence was dreaming of dreaming and green light...
Daycare attacked, going straight for the neck, biting into the warm, smooth flesh, tearing the airways open, spattering blood everywhere, on the sand of the beach, the Vince Neil, and Daycare's rotting, burnt face...
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