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Necromacy
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Ongoing, First published Mar 29, 2015
Mature
Strong content 

This story is about what happens when you play with the dead and what the world becomes around you. When a story like the boogie man is't just a story anymore. 

Short intro: blood splattered on the table and and a devilish moster stood there with a ******* grin that made me cringe I take off jumping out the window. I went crashing through and onto my Ford. Dam that pout pain in my back but nothing that would stay for long. One of the few perks of being in Obel.
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