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The sun sets on the second day of scary situations and spooky slaying. Night falls, shadows and stuff happens in the leaves, and maybe the moon is out or something.

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tsukune, who killed Lincoln, is unmanned by spooky scary skeleton kid. Jack Skellington unmods Hank. Undertale invents another form of creepypasta - instead of people being scared by ghostly video games, what would happen if the video games were scared by ghostly people? Shifty, Shoryu, Broby, and their Waifu let off some steam as Broby's second layer of blood dries. Palin macks on a one-dimensional cartoon person, proving that like attracts like. Hooplah Fish gets gobstoppers; probably the big ones, since ol' one eyed Hooplah has the gob for it. Final Fantasy, the Cockle, Gary Johnson, and MayLien also shoot the shit on this night of parties. Mahz would like to see Shaco slathered in Buffalo Wing sauce. Trump, tired of his own rallies, decides to sit this one out. 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOnqjkJTMaA]It's close to midnight, and Myyt is lurking in the dark.[/url]

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So first of all, here we lose VarionusNW, shot by the milkman. Neither has done much particularly exciting, but I do feel it is worth noting that the Milkman is wearing a Cellphone costume at the moment of the crime. ArenaSnow hooks up with X-Tan. But neither is the main event. Not at all.

It's fucking me. I've never been much in these games, but today I score a victory against two of the coldest killers when I fucking murder the Devil, a man who has ordered the death of six different tributes, and in doing so I scare the shit out of Mike Myers, the second coldest killer in the game with three deaths to his name. This is like gutting Hitler right at Mussolini's feet. And, with the devil's head mounted in my study, I become the coldest motherfucker on the street.

All hail to the me.