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You want to escape the pain of your curse and what it makes you do, Werewolf. You know the cause of all these "strange animal attacks" but you do not want to face the pain of guilt, so you attempted to wash your memories away with your drinks. But still the memories existed underneath the rivers of alcohol. The same rivers that were polluted with blood. Drunken days transformed into lycanthropic nights attacking the innocent. One curse has been cured. Let's hope for the transformative powers of love to help with the other so you can be fully human again.

He has entered a parallel universe where nothing makes sense and everything is opposite from the way it should be. He wants to get back into the world he knows, but he doesn't know how. He may be trapped in the backwards world for all eternity with no escape.

In a laboratory they create a hybrid of Godzillafan29 and Clown called "The Fabulous Satan." It fights its own internal battles never knowing whether to love and embrace the human race or to curse it. There is a war going on within this creature. It brings a new system of behavior to the planet Earth known as Apocalyptic Joy. The hybrid can twist love and hate all into one piece like a braid.

Do you think it is Donald J. Trump? It is AngieKStan. That nasty pile of filth, vomited onto the Earth from the devil's mouth with spiders and maggots covering the crying baby. AngieKStan? No, AngieKSatan is more accurate for this rotten beast conceived within the most scorching hot flames that Hell has ever imagined.

Lemjam lives, and when the dead come back to life, they usually never die again. How does he feel to inhabit his own unique space apart from the rest of humanity? No one else will ever know what it feels like to be Lemjam6. They cannot imagine in their wildest dreams what it means to be an invincible corpse. For most people they die and never get to return to the Earth. But Lemjam6 will witness eternal changes. He will watch all the things created 1,000,000 years from now turn into dust, and see all the things born in their place.

Satan wants to release the dead from Hell and send them after the enemies of Mary. Mary watches as the undead feast upon her enemies with the evil in their souls. They all committed murder during their lives, but in death they are unstoppable. The dead souls worship Mary, so she is immune from their violence and destruction.

We beg our corpse Fiona to restore herself to life again and feast upon the living. We know she has the power to animate her own body from beyond the grave. All it takes is one bite and the zombie apocalypse many have fantasized about for years will have begun. It all depends on whoever Miss Fifi Fantastic decides to sink her teeth into. First we resurrect her and then we discover who she has chosen. The world has so many problems already, but watch as they all melt away like ice when Fiona's will eclipses all existence.

The funeral of the clown may be the first in the world where there is only laughter instead of tears. It is not a wake but a celebration. Burn the coffin and bury the ashes underground, then pour concrete over the grave. When the human race stands on the concrete slab they feel pure and holy. The thing they've spent their entire lives hating is buried deep below the Earth, so peace can rise high into the air above.

How could they? A clown is the most putrid, vile, unlovable thing there ever was on this Earth. They should be exterminated. From the day it was conceived it was a broken, impure thing. How much better this planet would be if the idea of a clown was never even thought of much less actually brought into existence. It is a thing that has no right to walk among us. Its very presence is an offense to this world and all things that exist in it.

MessyJ puts his list together, writing the names with the blood of an animal. What is that paper? Is it made of skin? We may never know, but it is not like any paper sold in stores. I see my name written and I try to erase it, but I only erase the existence of a ladybug. The more you try to wash the names off, the more ladybugs disappear from this Earth and then the names still reappear on the strange material anyway. Though they reappear in different handwriting each time they are washed from the Earth.

Do not say you want cheesecake to be happy and then not give him a single drop of blood. It is what it takes to provide happiness to him. The ants on the ground crawl in gratitude for the forces of nature that keep them alive. They know they are saved from cheesecake's wrath. Human blood is the only blood that appeals to him. The body of an ant inverting its legs to crawl upside down in the infinite. They have died in many ways but cheesecake never sprays the poison of doom.

A spider that resembles Harajuku intends to bite you, but you must take it down from its cross so it can. Do not crucify the arachnid beast. It will scream and its spirit will haunt you, and that spirit will bite you anyway. But the bite of the living is better than the bite of the dead. Stare into the eyes of the spider if you can and you will swear they are the eyes of Harajuku, even if you have to look into a microscope to see them. This is your destiny and this is your curse. It is also your blessing. Your life begins and ends with the bite of Harajuku.

They believe that if AngieKStan is not their sacrifice, he will lead them to the person who is. And this person will lead them to the destiny they've always been meant to fulfill in life. Satan reaches his hand up through the ground to pull the sacrifice's corpse into Hell as AngieKStan stares in amazement. Once the ground closes the cult members pour a can of 7-UP on the spot where the body used to be and scream into the sky. No alien will ever hear their cries, for they are unreachable. Only the ears of AngieKStan perceive the sound.

RandyBandy stares at someone at Dunkin Donuts waiting for their kiss. But this person only wants the taste of blood to touch their lips. The blood must come from someone who is pure at heart. Anger, hatred, and corruption destroy the blood and the vessel who contains it. If RandyBandy can find an innocent victim, the person he wants to kiss will drink their blood and kiss RandyBandy at Dunkin Donuts or anywhere else.

He wanted to live again and now he can. At least partially anyway. He will always and forever be one of the living dead. But that is good enough for him now, as he made a deal with Satan to make it all possible. "You release me from Hell right now and I promise I will unleash a kind of terror the world has never seen," is what he said. It is what he has been doing and will continue to do long after we are all forgotten.

Wash yourself in the blood of a giant. Let it pour down upon you. It is a blessing for the new year so that you can begin it cleansed from all your impurities. Now that you have been sanctified, you may walk the Earth knowing all traces of filth have been exterminated from your existence.

But the ghosts of 2025 will follow many of us into 2026. Spirits have no concept of time. Past, present, and future are all one moment to them. So you think they care about your new calendar on the wall? Some of them have been dead for centuries. They have seen many, many new years so one more is nothing more than a drop of water in the vast ocean of time.

When the world learns to love a clown, the world will end. "All living creatures deserve love," the human race will say. But they do not even view clowns as a form of life. They view them as an odious substance underneath their feet. A virus that needs to be exterminated and they want to embody the antibiotic. Can MaxOra learn to love the clown? If he does, the human race will estrange him. But he was never fully human anyway, was he? We have always known otherwise.

He stares down at you from the ceiling with a smile on his face while you sleep in your bed. Demons will fall from his mouth waiting to possess you, and one will succeed. When you awaken you will feel like someone you have never been and never thought you would become. But your hate for all living things knows no limits and soon you shall feel compelled to do something with that hatred.

We have begun our precious clown cult. Your man has disappeared into the night so you believe he is cheating on you, but he has joined us to spread our message of evil across the world. We know we are not going to receive the love of the human race so we don't seek it anymore. Instead we crave their fear and will do whatever we must to draw it to ourselves.