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Manhattan: 1955
Tyler:
The night found Negative Creep wandering the streets. He had strayed from his usual turf. Once he heard the approaching footsteps, he knew it was too late. "What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here." He would not speak again. Later that night, a woman walked hurriedly towards home from a late night rendezvous. From a darkened alley rang out three shots. Unfortunately for Allison, their aim was true.
Sun rose the same brilliant red that was pooling around the victims of the evenings work. Citizens, claim your retribution.
Dazed:
Zombiedude and Professor Snuggles must die.
EDIT: The Great Satan commands it.
Tyler:
Excellent 666th post.
snalin:
Because they posted, Dazed and Sam NEEDZ TO DIE
allison:
jerks
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