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Say one day you chose to go out for a stroll and happened to be wandering through the deserted cathedral in Manchester trying to remember the savory taste of the cheesecake you had after breakfast this morning, and how it made you feel, when suddenly you hear a moan from a nearby pile of twisted steel and stone...was it your imagination or gas?...was it the embodiment of something you caught out of the corner of your eye earlier?...or perhaps it belongs to the well camouflaged , bullet-ridden body twitching under the rubble....you freeze with fear when it begins to speak.... "....they came out of nowhere...demons...machine guns, snipers...too many...", slowly his bloody hand raises, he smiles as he points, "...hehe...behind you..." |
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