FIGURE
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, Aug 6, 2016
It'll eventually have mate I promise.
Figure's brilliant creator: Mod Mark aka @AnonymousOTP
Not so brilliant author: Mod Dan aka @PeskyPhantom
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Figure. That's all they were. No one knew of their existence. No one knew what they did. No name associated with them. No face. Nothing. No knowledge of their existence.
Oh but they existed. They were a nightmare, a monster in its finest form.
Brilliant, cunning, deceitful, skilled and quick-witted, Figure uses their wits to "work".
What's their job?
Murder.
Nobody saw them coming until it was too late.
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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE FOLLOWING*:
•Violence
•Gore
•Crime
•Religous beliefs of various cultures
•Vulgar language
•Insanity as well as various other mental health issues
*List will be updated as needed/as advised
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