THE GAME THAT PURSUES YOU
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| A ferocious tornado (possibly Jumanji induced but I'm not gonna take the chance of saying that again) has just been dispatched to your house. You may try to run and/or hide, but Doug Flutie's autistic son (who conjured this tornado) has assured me that running/hiding is completely useless. You see, these tornadoes are clever. One time, I heard a knock on the door and Natalie Portman's voice yelled out "Rob, it's me, Natalie. I've come here with the Olsen Twins to fuck your brains out!" So I opened the door and BOOM, I was blown away by a tornado. You see, I made the foolish and nearly fatal mistake of "calling" a tornado, making a prediction as to what (or who) induced it. I'll never make that mistake again, and neither should you. Anyway, enjoy your tornado, it could possibly be your last. | |||||||||||||
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| A GAME FOR THOSE WHO SEEK TO FIND A WAY TO LEAVE THEIR WORLD BEHIND THE GAME THAT PURSUES YOU |
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| This many people have made the grave error of visiting this page. All of them were sent tornadoes. All of those tornadoes hit their targets. | |||||||||||||
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