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From that black gaping entrance no tiger-fanged beast or demon, of solid flesh and blood leaped forth. But a fearful stench flowed out in billowing, almost tangible waves and in one brain-shattering, ravening rush. Then, a large, middle-aged man stumbled out and promptly planted himself face-first in the ground. A very tired looking chap came out after him, and upon witnessing the sorry state of his compatriot, sighed deeply. Widward realized that the first one was the train driver, but the second one was doing all the actual work, due to first one being far too sloshed to actually do anything. But there was no time to be in awe, as the carriage doors opened one by one, and some of the most peculiar characters that Widward ever saw came pouring out.
Among the first was a young, olive-skinned man with long unkempt hair and shaggy beard. He wore a white t-shirt with inverted cross painted on, and neon green letters that stated
Another one was a young African-American man that constantly exhaled mist, and had a pair of brass knuckles on either hand.
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When there was only about a meter of circle around Widward, they stopped. This, however, did little to ease the troubled mind of young Widward. All of a sudden, the elderly man stepped out, embraced Widward, and whispered in his ear these haunting words:
Widward yanked out of his nightmare, screaming the most foulmouthed scream that any screamer ever screamed since screaming was a thing. He ran out to his parents’ bedroom, rummaged their wardrobe for a good 6 minutes before finding his dad’s shotgun.
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As he turned around, Widward was confronted with the source of the noise: it was a 30-something, balding guy with glasses, riding a pig and wielding a large warhammer. As he approached Widward, he readied his weapon and swung it at him with amazing force.
The last thing young Widward saw before departing for hellish after-afterlife, was a business end of a warhammer rushing to his face, with the word
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