Spirit of the Dark Cloud that haunts me,

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You follow me around, whispering sweet, sweet, twisted story ideas in my ear. Pulling at the heartstrings of imagination to play a dangerous melody of horrors that shouldn’t exist to poor, unsuspecting characters. When I complain that it’s too much trauma, you laugh, twisting yet another string.

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You have flooded my veins with sinister plots, villains more terrifying than the last, and characters that rage against the dying of the light. Their tales echo in the quiet parts of my mind until, like a flash flood, they consume me to my very core. To all of this you only laugh harder as you swirl around me, promising only more.

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I’ll write these twisted tales. Travel down these dark paths. Explore these unknown landscapes in these distant worlds, these distant realms, filled with wonders where nightmares lurk in the shadows. A place where we all must face our fears and see who comes out the other side.

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A place where we all will hear your laughter as your funnel sucks us into this wayward path of discovery, mystery, heartaches, and maybe, just maybe, a little light at the end.