Stumbling through life (in a road separate from you)
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Last published Mon, Jan 16, 2023
'Son of a bitch! Am I gonna die at the hands of a killer clown that has his fucking fly open?!'
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Wyatt was just minding his own business, crawling on the road of Life, barely hanging on. Suddenly, his life is turned upside down by a stupid stale trend.
Saved by an unknown man, he and his equally stupid friends try to discover: what happened that night, what changes are happening to Wyatt, and figure out who this man is.
There are more to this world than one might know, because they only ever come out in the dark...
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Otherwise known as, "God deemed me worthy enough to live another day, so I'm gonna make it everyone's problem :D".
Disclaimer: This is just a fun story between friends. If you somehow stumbled into this, proceed with caution please :)
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