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Void

You're awake and lying in bed for what seems like ages.

Your mind wanders aimlessly.

Blasted Beyond Belief (by Bhayanak Maut) plays in the background.

The room has become much warmer and you begin to sweat.

You hear a growl but this one isn't coming from BM's track.

You figured the source.It was your stomach.

Funny you had a hearty dinner and yet you're hungry.Again.

You look at the clock.Its 3.15 a.m.

You've turned into a nocturnal being,you think.

You give out a sigh and push your duvet aside.

With much dread you get out of bed and walk towards the door.

It is time to prowl and hunt.

Grymm Ripper :]

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