Add story by JuicedSixFo

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@@ -2357,6 +2357,50 @@ horrid reflection. Suddenly, I was sobbing. And crying.
 
 
 
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+\chapter{Untitled}
+\by{JuicedSixFo}
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+As I stepped into the gloomy lights of 98th Avenue, I knew a grisly
+death had taken place. My Beretta was calmly rested in my calm hands,
+and my senses were very aware. I am Luke Bavarious and I like my work:
+private detection. People had called the police station to complain
+about a mysterious man who had been seen in the area. The only clue to
+the whereabouts of this enigmatic man was that he always whistled the
+old tune ``I venture down the path.''
+
+Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. Gritting my teeth, I pulled up my
+Beretta pistol, looking for the source of that haunting noise, which
+sounded like the wailing of a damned soul. On the ground in front of me
+was a corpse. Its hands reached out in front of it, like it was clawing
+at a unsurpassable foe. ``Damn it,'' I thought. ``Another monster for
+Bavarious to confront. Are the rest of you all cowards?''
+
+I knew this case was going to be hard. I've had chicks try to opposition
+me, and gang leaders try to buy me off. It never worked on Luke
+Bavarious. But, this horrid monster certainly could spell my doom.
+
+I could feel the evil pervading of the demonic entity. I gritted my
+teeth to hold back the vomit when I saw it. It was a beast of ultimate
+horror. Pulsating, writhing nodes pulsed everywhere on its putrid
+skin. One eyeball hung limply by its optic nerve. The other eye was just
+a bullet hole. Huge mounds of puss and scabs were everywhere on it. It
+began to whistle that old tune, ``I venture down the path.''
+
+I brought up my Beretta 9mm and aimed it at the thing's horrid head. It
+gargled a snarl, and then began to charge at me.
+
+I had no choice.
+
+I had to commence my brutality.
+
+I emptied the entire clip into the demon's body. Crimson blood
+splattered on the things clothes and smeared against the sidewalk. It
+was whispering something. Leaning in close to the pulverized lump of
+flesh and cartilage, I heard it whisper a name, ``Davix Rogue.''
+
+I knew this case was just about to get interesting.
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 \chapter{The Horrid Realization}