Tears through my skull, quivering through my brain matter. The tracer explodes in brilliant fire and is silent. No, that would be too easy. Instead a cold dagger was thrown, silently, through nothingness, and into an arm. Left in the world of emptiness to die slowly. Enough water to last an agonizing week and without the willpower to stop
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I can't wait for another slide show, Shawn, last time was so much fun.
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