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[AND HERE, YOU FIND A SUPER SCARY WOLF-MAN]

Boo. I'ma eat you.

[... NO, REALLY, HE'S SUPER SCARY]

[insert: one boy, cut up down one shoulder and in the other arm dragging after him a gigantic sword that very, very probably belonged to something else. (http://cuebattlemusic.livejournal.com/3737.html?thread=205465#t205465)]

. . . you're not.

Do I really look like I'm gonna?

[studied look.]

You couldn't.

I could. Maybe. Possibly.

. . . definitely not.

You could humor me a little bit, kid.

. . . that would be pointless.

Yeah, yeah.

. . . the hell happened to your arm?

... you don't know about the monsters?

No? Unless that's some giant paper cut, there ain't no monsters out there.

This cut was made with this knife. [gestures at the big huge knife thing in his other hand.]

There is a graveyard, and a haunted hospital. The hospital contains monsters, the biggest of which hit me before I destroyed it, explaining the wound. If you are responsible for this, I will shoot you here.

[. . . that's one big knife]

. . . when I walked through, all there was there was silly construction paper ghosts an' shit. I don't remember seein' no graveyard or hospital. We ain't even near the hospital.

There was a hospital there, nonetheless.

I believe ya. I'll check it out after all ya'll get through completely.

. . . excuse me, then, I'll need to stitch this.

Alright.

The door behind me'll lead ya out.

Mhm.

[heads for said door.]

[And the door leads to . . . (http://community.livejournal.com/campfuckudie/4779178.html?thread=1753858730#t1753858730)]

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