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BIRDCON 2017

Manifisto posted:

no publicity is bad publicity

in a sudden twist, the facebook post sparks such outrage that an angry mob forms and mercilessly clubs you to death. now you are in hell and face an eternity of the One True Inconvenience.

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BIRDCON 2017

vanisher posted:

At home after a hard day you are enjoying a book when, turning the page, you cut your finger on the sharp edge of the page. You startle, and bring your finger to your lips, more alarmed at the surprise than in any actual pain. You return to reading, a small drop of blood forming at the wound. It trickles down and stains the page you are reading, causing you to curse. You quickly wipe it away leaving a small smudge on the page. The book wriggles out of your hands on its own free will and scurries under a table.

"Mmm... Its been long since I've tasted of the blood. Now I must have more!"

Bulbous eyes form in the book, along with stubby legs and arms. You frantically flee the room, slamming the door to your bathroom behind you as slathering scuttling movement sounds follow you on your heels. Just as you slam the door a thud is heard as the book fails to make it in after you. A loose page slithers under the door, first looking right then left. You smash the page with your foot and a whimper like an injured dog is heard from the other side.

"Open this door immediately!!" A deep and demonic voice bellows.

You hear claws grading against wood and know your time is short. Looking for any kind of weapon you pick up a rolled magazine. The sharp edge nicks your finger.

From outside the house, screams of terror fill the calm neighborhood.

yeah, paper cuts are the worst

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