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He saw a young man.

    Crazy Ralph IV was riding his bicycle.

    "Heed thy warning. Leave the Camp of Legend. Leave! Go! Go! Go!", he said.

    "Go away man. Or else I'll tell Sheriff Valbert, Jr" Lane said.

    "Leave! Leave!" Crazy Ralph IV said, and then he left him, and rode back into town.

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II

Lane shivered not from the cold, but by the idea that Crazy Ralph IV was around.

      The young Preacher of Doom was like his family: Crazy.

      But, in that craziness, there was a point: Noone listened to his warnings.

      He looked around and noticed a dark shadow in the lake.

      It was Jason Voorhees.

      The masked killer had been prone, limp.

      Unlike other idiots, he never moved forward to see if he was alive.

      Lane grabbed a large, silver colored butcher knife in his right hand. He watched a girl, Alison, smiling at the older Camp Counsellor, and wondered if they were an item.

       Gotta get a girl, Lane thought to himself, as he headed away from the cold lake.

       He then headed into towards the Camp of Legend, eager to save people from more people are killed.

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