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In times of great physical distress, our hero must turn to his one true source of immortality...
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| (*Squish, squoosh, squish!*) | |
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| Ah, Ah, AAAH! AAARGHHH!!! | |
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With his infernal thirst quenched, his broken body is once again rejuvinated.
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And his powers now hold sway over his new willing ghoul...
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| Come, my pretty... we shall stalk the night, spreading much angst and pretention in our wake. | |
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