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Lover adores every human alive and dead, but there are those who do not reciprocate that love. They pray for the day that a worm emerges from their throat and squirms out of their mouth onto his grave. Lover listens to these prayers and waits for them to change their mind, but the hatred is too strong. A demon threatens to swallow the Earth whole unless it can learn to tolerate Lover. But just as they would do for a clown, society is willing to sacrifice itself if it means Lover will be gone with it. Yet Lover would sing the world to sleep while it orchestrates its own downfall.

LEXEY will be watching in devastation as the witch's house falls to the ground. She will offer her a place of refuge and guide her in the ways of vengeance. Together they will curse those responsible along with other enemies, who will all regret their own births. LEXEY's magic is so powerful she summons a brand new house out of nothingness. So these people with their torches marked themselves with the Curse of Death for nothing.

If anyone dares try to murder NaughtyNacho, they will be the ones destroyed. They will be drowned in the blood of 3000 bats. NaughtyNacho will appear before them on Judgment Day with eyes glowing and will hiss the dreaded words "you make me sick, bitch." Then they will collapse through the floor and feel themselves falling down into Hell. It is what they will deserve for trying to harm NaughtyNacho. He will fly around on the wings of a gargoyle looking to see who else belongs in Hell tonight.

Lemjam6 pretending to be dead. He fooled the world. There were so many tears at his "funeral" that they could've drowned a small child. Meanwhile he was still alive the entire time waiting for his moment to return to society. He spent a brief moment in Hell because even Satan was decieved by his performance of death, but he was powerful enough to demand his own release. When he returned to Earth, he knew who truly loved him and who only pretended.

honey waits on and on, but sometimes the wait lasts an eternity and we will all be dead. Do you relish the day that death will call your name? 374 years and our spirits will still be waiting for a war that will never come. honey will not praise the name of Satan just so this game can fill. But that may be what it will take. Instead honey will stare at our souls through a kaleidoscope and pray to the Lord in Heaven that they shall enter one by one until there is nothing left to hope for.

AngieKStan has built a cross in a clearing in the woods waiting to nail someone to it in a ritual. His disciples gather around watching the person suffer and wish for their own death. A fat freak will place a gummy bear in the mouth of the damned to silence their screams for a moment, but still they persist. They will scream until all the air empties from their lungs like a balloon, and that is how they will die. AngieKStan and his cult will not need to lay a finger on the person after they are up on the cross.

Werewolf waits for the night where he will tear you apart limb from limb, even though it is not what he wants. There is a curse he is under which forces him to. Do you love the feeling of the claws scratching deep into your flesh? The fangs chewing into your heart until his mouth is full of blood? He cries in the light and howls in the darkness, but somewhere there is a cure.

1000 creatures of the night whisper to Space, and Space hisses back at them like a serpent. The reptilian shapeshifter who calls himself "Space" belongs in the darkness, but for some inexplicable reason he clings to the light. Although he is attracted to the light he is unwanted there. With the creatures of darkness, he is home. They do not want to play his games because they know they are guaranteed to win and there is no need to waste time when they already know the outcome. He will walk into the darkness one day and forget the light ever existed at all.

JessieKowalski wants to worship it. It doesn't matter who the body once belonged to. The idea is to worship death itself. JessieKowalski will summon many spirits to possess the corpse so it can be a new human each day. You never know when the corpse stands before you who it has been chosen to be. Can it still be called a corpse if the spirits are taking it over? Yes, because it must die temporarily each day. It rises and dies again in the spaces between spirits.

He has entered a parallel universe where nothing makes sense and everything is opposite from the way it should be. He wants to get back into the world he knows, but he doesn't know how. He may be trapped in the backwards world for all eternity with no escape.

In a laboratory they create a hybrid of Godzillafan29 and Clown called "The Fabulous Satan." It fights its own internal battles never knowing whether to love and embrace the human race or to curse it. There is a war going on within this creature. It brings a new system of behavior to the planet Earth known as Apocalyptic Joy. The hybrid can twist love and hate all into one piece like a braid.

Do you think it is Donald J. Trump? It is AngieKStan. That nasty pile of filth, vomited onto the Earth from the devil's mouth with spiders and maggots covering the crying baby. AngieKStan? No, AngieKSatan is more accurate for this rotten beast conceived within the most scorching hot flames that Hell has ever imagined.

Lemjam lives, and when the dead come back to life, they usually never die again. How does he feel to inhabit his own unique space apart from the rest of humanity? No one else will ever know what it feels like to be Lemjam6. They cannot imagine in their wildest dreams what it means to be an invincible corpse. For most people they die and never get to return to the Earth. But Lemjam6 will witness eternal changes. He will watch all the things created 1,000,000 years from now turn into dust, and see all the things born in their place.

Satan wants to release the dead from Hell and send them after the enemies of Mary. Mary watches as the undead feast upon her enemies with the evil in their souls. They all committed murder during their lives, but in death they are unstoppable. The dead souls worship Mary, so she is immune from their violence and destruction.

We beg our corpse Fiona to restore herself to life again and feast upon the living. We know she has the power to animate her own body from beyond the grave. All it takes is one bite and the zombie apocalypse many have fantasized about for years will have begun. It all depends on whoever Miss Fifi Fantastic decides to sink her teeth into. First we resurrect her and then we discover who she has chosen. The world has so many problems already, but watch as they all melt away like ice when Fiona's will eclipses all existence.

The funeral of the clown may be the first in the world where there is only laughter instead of tears. It is not a wake but a celebration. Burn the coffin and bury the ashes underground, then pour concrete over the grave. When the human race stands on the concrete slab they feel pure and holy. The thing they've spent their entire lives hating is buried deep below the Earth, so peace can rise high into the air above.

How could they? A clown is the most putrid, vile, unlovable thing there ever was on this Earth. They should be exterminated. From the day it was conceived it was a broken, impure thing. How much better this planet would be if the idea of a clown was never even thought of much less actually brought into existence. It is a thing that has no right to walk among us. Its very presence is an offense to this world and all things that exist in it.

MessyJ puts his list together, writing the names with the blood of an animal. What is that paper? Is it made of skin? We may never know, but it is not like any paper sold in stores. I see my name written and I try to erase it, but I only erase the existence of a ladybug. The more you try to wash the names off, the more ladybugs disappear from this Earth and then the names still reappear on the strange material anyway. Though they reappear in different handwriting each time they are washed from the Earth.

Do not say you want cheesecake to be happy and then not give him a single drop of blood. It is what it takes to provide happiness to him. The ants on the ground crawl in gratitude for the forces of nature that keep them alive. They know they are saved from cheesecake's wrath. Human blood is the only blood that appeals to him. The body of an ant inverting its legs to crawl upside down in the infinite. They have died in many ways but cheesecake never sprays the poison of doom.

A spider that resembles Harajuku intends to bite you, but you must take it down from its cross so it can. Do not crucify the arachnid beast. It will scream and its spirit will haunt you, and that spirit will bite you anyway. But the bite of the living is better than the bite of the dead. Stare into the eyes of the spider if you can and you will swear they are the eyes of Harajuku, even if you have to look into a microscope to see them. This is your destiny and this is your curse. It is also your blessing. Your life begins and ends with the bite of Harajuku.