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YOR GOIN ARONDE , TELING EVERBODEY THAET YOR GONA 3D PRINTE A WAEY OUTA THISE MESS . BUT WHAET COEMS OUTA THE MASHINE IS A TRAVESTEY . A TINEY MONSTROSITEY IN THE PALME OF YOR HANDE . A CRIME AGENST GOD

SLAMING A FRIGE DOORE ON A MANEQUINS HED , OVERE AN OVERE , UNTILE THE COPS ARIVE . BY THE TIEM THEY BORST IN , ITS TOOO LAITE . THERS NOTHINGE ANEYBODEY CAN DO

YOUV GON ON A HIKE TO ESCLAPE THE HORORS OF THE WORLDE . BUTYU KEPE FRIGTENING YORSELFE WIT SOEMTHINGE YOUV BROGT IN A TOAT BAGE

CORT MARTIELED FOR SNEZEING DUERING THE NATOINEL ANTHIM . NOWE YOUV GOTA RESPACT THE FLAGE BY SWALOEING A SORD . YOR NEXTE SNEZE WIL BE YOR LASTE

SHIPED TO A PENALE COLONEY . SCATERED TO THE FOURE WINDES . AN NOWE THISE , THE GRAETEST HUMILIATOIN OF ALL : SURVOIVAL

AH YESE . SETLING DOWNE ONSE AGAINE TO WOTSH YOR FAVROTE SHOWE . A BLANKCET ON YOR KNEEES . NO DESTRACTOINS . A RAT SCUTLES ACROS THE FLOORE . THE JALER RATLES A TIN CUP ON THE BARS

" STOMACHE GRENAIDES "

GON TO THE FRONTELINE IN A PAPPER GOWNE . EVERBODEY CAN SEEE YOR BUME . BUT THATS NOT EVENE THE WURST PARTE

THE HAIRE IN YOR EARES HAS JOIND UP WIT THE HAIRE ON YOR KNUCLES . BUTYU DONT CARE . ITS THE SEVENTEYS AGAINE

YUDONT EVENE KNUW HOWE IT HAPENED . THERS NOTHINGE TO HOLDE ONTO . NOBODEY TO CAL OUTE FOR HELPE . YOR GOIN DOWNE THE TRASH COMPOCTOR

THE WURST THAET CULD HAPEN

WOTSHING THE FUNAROLE THRUGH A RIFEL SCOPE , COSYU LEFTE YOR BONOCKALERS IN THE COMPOUNDE

O DEARE

SAT ON A MOLDEY SOFAE IN YOR BUNKR . CLUTSHING A SWETY SEMI-AUTEMATIKE . WOTSHING THE NEIGBORHODE GO TO HELLE ON CCCTV . THE BEANE RATIOINS ARE IN SHORTE SOPLOY . SO YOUV STORTED EATEING BULETS

SHOPEING FOR A NEWE FASE . BUT THEYV RUN OUTE . YUL HAV TO MAEK DO WIT A SLISE OF HAM

NIGT VISOIN BIRTDOY PORTOY . NOBODEY HAS TURND UP . NO WONDOR : ITS NOT YOR HOUS . THISE IS THE HOUS WHER THE BAD THINGES HAPENED

THE THINGE IN YOR HED IS NOT A BRAINE

THE ENGIN CUTS OUTE . THE MOONE IS RED AN THE SKOY IS BLAKC . OUTE ONTHE WAIVES IT APEARES : A BUME THE SIZE OF A STADUIM . IT MAEKS NO SOUNDE . YOR HELPLES TO STOPE IT . OUTE OF THE BUME SPURTES A FOINTAN OF OILE

OUTE ON THE MOORS, WALKEING NO DOGE . JUSTE A ROPE FOR A LEASHE . A WARM GUNNE IN THE OTHERE HANDE

SOEMHOWE YOR IN THE FON BUKE . UNDERE " CASUELTEYS OF WAR "