THE CURCH OF CARNAGE, submitted by Roe Slade. Yes, that's correct, "Curch". This is the "Curch of Carnage." Hey, goths can dress up like idiots, why shouldn't they be able to spell like idiots too?
A pulsating void in my head blinding me from seeing love. Or was there any to begin with. Metal shards lick my flesh. I feel sick, a ripping pain in my stomach slices it in twain. Don't leave me alone. A pulsating void, Metal shards lick my flesh, Sick ripping pains in my stomach slices it in twain. Don't leave me alone.
Gee, with such a cheery disposition and entertaining outlook on life, who the heck would want to leave this guy alone? Make sure to check out the "Mind Games Stage", which is a game that naturally does not work or even exist.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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