The Grim
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I want to tell you a story, my story. I'm sure everyone has heard of the grim reaper. But how many of you truly believe in him. I'm here to tell you that he is real. However he isn't just a skeleton with a scythe. He's a vengeful creature who despises evil. Let's just say you'd prefer to deal with Lucifer himself. I've rambled enough here is my story.
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