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Twisted game

An unsteady scream
A terrible dream
A gun and a blade
Is this a game?
I grab the gun
Thw blade disappears
A second or two later a man appears
He runs at me and i see the blade
I pull the gun up and steadily aim
BANG the man hits the ground and vanishes
Brass knuckles and a bandanna appear
I grab the brass knuckles and wait
A man appears and grabs the bandanna
A dagger falls out
He picks it up and smiles
I smile as he lunged and sticks the dagger in my arm
I smile as i pull it out and throw it away
He wraps the bandanna around his fist
I smile and laugh when he squares off
He steps toward me and i laugh as i beat him to death
Written by thepunisher (PsyChopAth)
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