Dare the creepypastas
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It's in the title ask or dare me (avenged angel) and my best friends anarchy, wicked witch, death mutt, demon queen and all your favorites pastas in a mansion filled with blood thirsty teens. Crazed animals prank wars and even maybe some new relationships? Come and be apart of the adventures of the creepypastas!
We hope you can endure our craziness lets just hope this mansion survives this time and nobody kills a proxy or at least tries. But who knows what will happen with us I guess that's just part of the fun. Can't wait for you to join it.
Good luck and have fun!
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