7 super buddies

7 super buddies

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A thousand of worlds in the universe but one planet stay still at the evil invasion. The small town of "tricking town" was named after a founder called sir mistic this young boy that was tricky he was about to trick his friend but he fell into a hole he saw a house he found his long lost brother covered in spikes he thought that he was dead when he came here but his long lost brother became a tree. the tree protected the town and young super buddies defend also the town from the evil kill gang they were the greatest from among evil... Anyway this story begins In a camping place. P.s: pls rate the story "little, naughty, devils"ok?ok -MIKZ YOUNG
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A place where true love expires, good people get fired and beings are nothing but dust. Where stalkers are heroes, society makes zeroes and madness is not in the crust. Some people are killers, and that's just the pillars of what is essentially rust. When you feel you are mad, but that isn't so bad in a world that is oh so unjust. They'll kill you by car, or from quite afar in a world where all life is fleeting. Don't try to protect, you'll just end up wrecked, for you know their hearts are not beating. They'll kill you my sweet, and not drop a beat, for my story is only just heating. Power means all, even more for the small, but power has a habit of retreating. The bodies mount up, many lives will breakup, as I'm here to just tell a story. Don't look in the hill, though it is quite a thrill, I've heard it can get quite gory. Don't play with the heart, and don't think you're too smart, or you'll die with none of the glory. All are mad from the start, but you played your part, in the world of pure purgatory. Alas look a ghost, be careful you're not toast, you must want to see what I see. Society is ruthless, protection is fruitless, for in madness is when you are free. Perfection is dead, from the wounds we all bled, a cruel fate we did not foresee. While outsiders are safer, if only by a wafer, you can still hear them utter a plea. Now my story is frightening, but oh so inviting, so come now and give it a whirl. I can promise some danger, so don't be a stranger, watch now - we will see it unfurl.

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