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HallowdHaunter

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« on: January 26, 2016, 12:55:18 pm »
This place...it seems quieted. Abandoned. Purged of demons. The husk of a frightful monster. This place is a skeleton of its former self. I can see far, far back into the past...to a time where a young boy found himself shunned by the world for his antics and stubbornness, for his lack of respect and his lack of tact, and for his refusal to listen and refusal to change. He lashed out in the only way he could: Satire. Mockery. He retreated into his shell and made fun of his accusers in an echo chamber, listening to his own jokes and laughing at his own insults. But nobody came. Nobody cared. Nobody visited. Nobody dared to hint to the boy that somebody cared for his insults and darts at the people he once was a part of. And he called into the night and heard no response. He vanished and left just a pale memory, forever the butt of a half-remembered reference and a half-baked joke. Nobody mourned. No one listened. The boy's only contribution to the world...was his lack of one.


Tragic, is it not?
This is the part where you run away.

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