| It was a dark, rainy January night, somewhere near the Romanian border. A computer connected to the Internet. The hairy silhouette behind the keyboard was not well lit, so you couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl; in fact, you couldn't tell anything about it, except that it looked like a shadow leaning on the murky wall for a while. When lightning stroke later that night, everyone paused in fear of what atrocities light could reveal; and old suspicions came to their lips in whispers, then screams..This was the moment the horror stories they'd been weaving around this legendary neighboring shadow from the third floor would come true.So many thoughts for a millisecond lightning stroke! And yet, it was enough time for everyone to watch in fear and awe how the ghostly shape's one double click made it a deviant. |
(says the tiger)
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The awful, ugly, terrible; horrible, orange tiger wanted to thank you for adding
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thank you a lot very much for my monster as big as the Earth (really really big but not really scary
This one : [link]
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