While Death Beckons Baby
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When you die, where do you go? Come on, someones got to know right? When I died well it wasn't exactly a trip to Cedar Point. Basically I became what happens when a paint ball hit's a wall. Not pretty when you think more into it right? My names Nina, I died as I lived...horribly. But right now this isn't a life story oh no this, is one fucked up step away from being a crappy horror film. Hold on kids, this isn't going to be pretty.
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