a good statement.
Surely you don't fear children's stories? Undead armies that hunger for mortal flesh, clawing their way out of the grave with the fanatic, blind will to serve... Withered husks of desiccated zombies, shredding flesh with unrelenting, claw-like fingers... The beauty of a stilled, yet ever-screaming heart... Such things frighten you? How sad. You really need to get out more
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