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Post by k80 on Sept 8, 2012 20:08:37 GMT -5
Before you stretches a grassy overgrown expanse peppered with rusted carnival rides and decayed prize booths. Periodically through the day, power surges send the equipment on the fritz, mechanical whirring and sputtering, metal clanging together and creaking in the wind. And of course there's that one zombie that's been sitting on the ferris wheel for a week now, his pod has made it almost to the top now.
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