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Tiny flakes of beautiful crystal-like slow fell, coating every car and rooftop to a white perfection, Christmas Eve. Everyone was spending quality time with their families, listening to the joyous melody of all the best holiday songs. Snuggled up close together and feeling nothing but love and affection towards one another. So thankful for their blessed lives. The life everyone had this day in age. Times weren't like how they used to be, not like when the news was bombarded with politics and sob stories. Now was different, all thanks to me. No more murder, no more crime, no more starvation, no more death. In fact, life now was better than a dream, it was a paradise. A Paradise Project. But could everyone handle the craving for human blood?