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Here we go again.

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Gary Johnson finds Aleppo. Lincoln, having earlier put on a French Maid Costume and covered himself in blood, sneaks into somebody's home and sifts through their underwear. I am pretty sure Shoryu is directing his quoth at me, or at least I am taking that as a threat to legal action. The Swedish Death-Metal band, physically destroyed from turning into a Were-Michael Myers, bleeds to death, like a bee using its one sting to maximum effect. While Broby scampers squeeling away from a few tiny mammals, Obama watches this entire Halloween Games play out and can't believe he has found something stupider than the current election year (cheap joke sry). 

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Undertale, visited by X-Tan, freaks out at her pleading for candy and blocks the door. Mahz hears the suffering, but he turns a blind eye. Palin, Waifu, and the Milkman (band name goals) fail to find a comfortable place to stay, guaranteeing they will wake up sore in the morning. Mike Myers, having spent the last day running, loses his mind and kills MayLily and Hillary before single handedly shutting down Pokemon-GO. Myyt and Michael Myers discover love in our spooky arena. The Hooplah, undeterred by his put-out eye, finds candy.

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I don't think I've seen a creepypasta yet that works off of the vanishing hitchhiker motif, but there Leatherface is planting the idea. Diablo receives skittles. MayLien, unimpressed by the minimalism of the Neighborhood Watch signs, thinks it would better communicate its message if [url=http://i.imgur.com/h3TaanJ.png]my ugly ass face was the one warned against[/url]. ArenaSnow swaps scary stories with a mollusk. The spooky clown is with her. The Black Guy, angry at having been haunted by the pre-coitus Michael Myers, takes it out on trick-or-treaters. VarionusNW sleeps next to the massacred bodies of Hillary, MayLily, and Pokemon GO. The Overlook Hotel, having got its bleeding done, tricks Hank. And somewhere, deep in the woods, slumbers a stack of well-slathered chicken, its hot sauce soaking into the earth, its aroma attracting nearby slobs from their dens.