🎃🦇 ALONE IN A DARKENED ROOM, THE COUNT; BELA LUGOSI'S DEAD! 🦇🎃
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this was so not worth crawling out of my grave for
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blissfully unaware of any UI changes because the evil skull protects me
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Every body hates me because my body is made up from mis matched corpse parts and i make scary noises.
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the king picked the guy with skull shoulderpads for the court magician job, which is exciting
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whatever has to happen will happen and we can’t prevent it
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What if you poked me in the chest and your finger broke through like you were cracking into a rotted plank of wood and dust came out and I just crumpled into nothing and my spores got into your nose
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just bought the flaming raging poisoning sword of doom at Claire’s
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in this day and age you cant even like things anymore. you cant just like things or have hobbies or enjoy things anymore. you can only worship the glowing skull
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what if she was called chappell bone and instead of a singer she was a necromancer who raised strong as fuck skeleton warriors
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Waiter? For me, your yummiest slices of meats & cheeses. For the lady one yucky berry
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Are you alive
Don’t ask me no personal shit like this
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