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We have with us tonight two students of the Necromancy Academy. Okay, first question... what got you interested in the Dark Art of Necromancy?
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| He did. That screwup killed some broad and he through we should resurrect her. | |
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| It was all a matter of time. Fate dealt us both a strange hand indeed. It is only for us to play that hand as well as we can! And bless fate! | |
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After your first taste of Dark Power, what kept you coming back for more?
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| I dig Necromancy Academy chicks in those uniforms. It's like a wet dream come true. Skimpy school uniforms and tight black blouses. *Mrowl!* Hubbahubba! *Puurr!* | |
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| Who could resist? The chance to shape the world in my own image? I had to know more! | |
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Where do you see yourselves in the future? Do you have any hopes, dreams and aspirations?
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| Well... he wants to screw a dead chick. He'll dress it up when he answers, but you watch... that's what he wants. To screw a dead chick. | |
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| I find myself enraptured by the climax of death. I hope to explore metaphor and reality more intimately in the near future... | |
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