Unfortunate events
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Last published Wed, Sep 24, 2014
Hi. My name is Fickle.....Yes, Fickle.
I lived in a peaceful place.
Unfortuantly I had to go a screw that up.
A spiritulist put a curse on my village because I refused to follow his ways of religion.
One by one the people in my village dropped dead.
The sad part is I can't do anything to stop it.
All I can do is sit, watch and take note.
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