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Don't Whistle Past the Graveyard
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Ongoing, First published Jun 07, 2017
Survival is all about rules. It's really very simple.

Follow the rules and maybe you last just a little bit longer than most other people.

These rules are harsh. They are cruel and unforgiving.

You might not like them. Hell, you may hate them, but the fact is you must listen to them.

I don't really care if you think that's too hard. I don't care if you believe me and I don't care if you think I'm just being a hard-ass. Go right ahead, think that if you must. 

The rules still stand.

Sit there and deny all you want. If you think you can do it better than me that's fine, just don't come looking for sympathy when things go south because you didn't follow the rules.

Looking at you I already have my reservations. I just get this feeling that you aren't going to even listen to the rules.

But I'm tired of watching people die of stupidity so I'm going to teach them to you anyway.

Listen to my story, I'm only going to tell it once.

Then, you can follow the rules if you want to.

***This story contains strong language and some sexual references but nothing explicit***

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