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Ferris Ave. A dark night, a quiet, almost deserted city street, it looked so peaceful. The clouds had just drifted over the moon, blanketing Ferris Avenue in pitch blackness, save for the only street light that hadn't managed to burn out. The light cast an erie glow over the desolate street, like some sort of horror movie. But this was a horror movie, at least, it was for Roux Morality. After all, people died in horror movies, too. An echoing BANG! BANG! pierced the night air like a knife into the heart, but it was bullets, not a blade, that had entered Roux's chest, cutting two 6 mm holes. When you're shot in the heart, you're supposed to die on contactFerris Ave. by ~technophobe
Sta.sh
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"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
glad to exist here.
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The truth is...this...will you accept the truth if it comes?