On the night of Death's Anniversary I was in heaven. I had just inherited a multi-million dollar company! Nothing could go wrong...Except for one of my cohorts, who was filled with such jealousy, such rage that they decided to poison the very drink that I was consuming at that very moment. Throughout the evening I was happy although I will admit that my surrounding started becoming a little blury, a little gossamer, a little....
To remember the night of Death's Anniversary fills me with such disdain. But now I along with the rest of the unkempt souls know that good things don't last forever. Especially when you're approached by a hooded figure and it says, 'It's OUR anniversary!' ".
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