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I hope you know, It's not for you When he cries For his mom, who never cared For his dad, too busy rolling. He's not strong enough to miss you. So when he falls To drugs, To the streets, To strange pussy. He's not falling for you. He falls for his mom. He falls for his dad. He falls for everyone he never had.

It was evening, and a Spanish-American man wearing nothing but his boxers was running through a forest, feeling exhausted and dehydrated despite it being a warm climate in Spring, eventually, he perched himself on the ground next to a pond, breathing heavily. Once regaining control of his breath, he scooped up some water from the pond, took a deep breath, and drank the first amount. His stomach crumbles trying to endure the muddy water, holding his mouth shut urging him not to hurl. Out of focus, a ferocious, creature dubbed the “Tree Stalker” pursues the man, lurking behind the trees surrounding it cloaked, it watches while the man tries to continue quenching his undying thirst. 2nd sip in, the Tree Stalker pounces from behind, pinning the man down on his belly. He struggled his way out before running, a few meters in however, he stopped already out of breath and vomiting, the creature steadily approached him as it pouched onto him again but this time, on his back. It then slashed his

Christmas time has commenced yet again despite being regarded as “The most wonderful time of the year.” Certain groups think otherwise, the most common reasons being different beliefs, real-life grinches, and personal crises; members of the Deep Web organization are prime examples mainly due to strict rules enforced by the Headmaster; they can’t see their friends and family outside of the organization nor leave unless given special permission with restrictions still advised, specific jobs required to remain operative even during the holidays, however, regardless of all this, the Headmaster still provides his members a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, including decorations, the gift passes, and a Christmas feast for those participating. Over at the ABT, the teams were awarded a Christmas break for the progress in creating and strengthening the binary god. Manquin, who remained in uniform without a mask, knocked on Gassar’s door, “Come in!” He shouted. He let himself in. Gassar was