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The Pig King | Spooky |
When the lights went off, I panicked. I mean, who wouldn’t? It was dark, and scary, and I swear I heard a “Gwoargh!” in the distance. So of course, I ran toward the nearest door, which led to some back room or something. I’m not entirely sure what it was, and I didn’t care at the time. I just wanted to get away from whatever thing was up there.
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9/6/09 | 0.00 |
The Pig King | Tough |
What do these kids think they’re doing on my beach? They should know that this spot is mine! Ness… I don’t know how, but I know that’s the kid’s name. Ness… The name sounds so… stupid! I hate this Ness kid! What kind of a name is that, anyway? Is he some sort of foreigner? I hate foreigners! I mean, I’m not from Summers either, but that doesn’t matter! I hate this kid, and I’m gonna tear him apart!
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9/6/09 | 0.00 |
The Pig King | Mouthwash |
On a cold winter’s night in a town called Reindeer, the streets lay bare, nothing but snow visible upon the cold pavement. Where there was no snow, there was ice, and when not ice, blood. For this town held many tragedies, and it seemed as if happiness was out of season, that it simply couldn’t exist in such bitter cold.
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1/10/09 | 0.00 |
The Pig King | Zombie Paper |
Okay, picture this: I’m sitting in my bed one night – well, I don’t know if you could call it a bed, being a grave and all, but that’s another story – and all of a sudden, I smell this beautiful, tantalizing scent. Almost like that guy I had for dinner the other night, although he smelled more like pizza than anything else. This sort of smelled like pizza too, so you can see where I’d make the connection. Anyway, of course I get up and go to see what this wonderful smell is coming from. I see a few other zombies moving toward it, so I start running, you know, to get there before it’s all gone, as I’m sure it’s food by this point.
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9/6/09 | 0.00 |
The Pig King | Tricky |
It was Halloween, just like any other normal Halloween, and I was going door to door, collecting candy. I stopped to think, that day, though, why do they call it trick-or-treating if you only get treats? Smiling, I stuffed some snakes into my bag(harmless garden snakes, of course, wouldn’t hurt a fly), and rang the next doorbell. As soon as the door opened, I swung the bag forward, shouting, “Trick!” as the old woman screamed.
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9/6/09 | 0.00 |