Lets Play A Game
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Last published Mon, Jun 3, 2013
Dear Jett, You think my life is a game, that there is nothing to fear. Well, you are wrong. Now I will make you suffer. I decided to put you in the setting of the SlenderMan the Arrival, or as I call it my life . You will have to go through all the hardships as seen in game. But you will not only fight for your life. I thought it wouldn't be as much fun if I didn't make you more into it, for my entertainment. So I captured your girlfriend Shana. If you make it to the radio tower with your life, you win. But if you get captured or killed... I won't just enjoy your soul but I will also have the pleasure of ripping apart the girl's soul too. P.S. There is no retry button.
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