"Well. We've found a clue." I get a bit uneasy. Why? Seriously, I never get uneasy...I walk over to the wall and poke the writing. Fresh blood. Shitshitshitshitshitshit...
"Alright. Let us retreat for the night...hehe..." I laugh uneasily.
I crash an Exucutor-class Star-destoyer into the Mall, releasing millions of flesh-eating shadows all over the place. The ship then goes nuclear, devestating everything in a four-hundred mile radius.
I stagger out of the debris, my hair on fire.
"Sup guys. what'd I miss?"
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