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The Red Death
NarutardDate: Tu, 28.February.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 1
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A plague has struck the New World, taking thousands every week, every day...The governments, all humans have turned against the supernatural, blaming them for the deaths that are befalling the war, ignoring the fact that their people are dying too. Now, they are run from their homes, trying to find shelter from the Red Death themselves. How do you fight?

What is the Red Death? Good Question:
The fingernails turn blue then gray then black, followed by skin turning to a dead white. The eyes then become bloodshot and pupils fully dialated, leaving no iris visible. Red circles begin forming in random places and then sickness sweeps in. The mark of death is when the deepest red circle appears on your chest above your heart, you die within two days after that

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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Tu, 27.March.12, 5:27 PM | Message # 376
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"I might be wrong...But i smell more elves." I said. "Not one elf... several."

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NarutardDate: Tu, 27.March.12, 8:55 PM | Message # 377
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Ginny
I looked up. "Elves?" I asked.


Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Tu, 27.March.12, 9:24 PM | Message # 378
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"Yes..."
I don't bother with the door, i just climb out the front window.


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