LaMalinche
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*POOF* With a stench of smoke and fire Oni appears in front of Shivvy and DEMANDS that she return the last word to her! Cower mortal, and hand over that word, before I cause your flesh to melt off of your bones, and then for you to dance for me in nothing but your nakid muscles and nerve endings! Once she again has the word, leaves behind a gibbering Shivvy surrounded by lightenbolts and black fog.
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Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon...
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