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| 17 Aug 2012 01:22 PM |
Slowly weaving through the rotting graves, I walk to the farthest corner to the back. A small mausoleum, made of black marble, gleams in the moonlight. The heavy oak door is locked. I take out a sledge hammer and smash it into the lock, breaking it instantly and walking inside
The room looks much larger on the inside than on the out. There is only one good noticable thing on the inside, a coffin, about the size of a man... Or a huge woman.
I take a deep breath, and take out a flashlight. I point it at the name on hte coffin.
"Here lies Petrikov, the lord of Hate" |
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| 17 Aug 2012 01:23 PM |
| What happened to Petrikov? |
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Quinzilli
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| 17 Aug 2012 01:24 PM |
Petrikov died late last night, I heard.
I do not know how. |
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| 17 Aug 2012 01:25 PM |
| He didn't die, his account got deleted. |
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| 17 Aug 2012 01:25 PM |
"I do not know how."
When you don't know the answer, do as they do on Ancient Aliens and say the answer is Aliens. |
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| 17 Aug 2012 01:27 PM |
| (Killer, when an account is deleted, they 'Die') |
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mariopoi
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