| Charise |
| By Dylan Huber |
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They call him the Chainsaw. A right bastard if there ever was one. He used to go out into the woods at night and try to think of new and inventive ways to degrade any group of people he could, mostly women and catholics. |
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It was on one of these frequent endevors of his that he encountered a skinny little wooden girl,named Charise. She was compleatly cylindrical and covered in bark. They soon started up a conversation and lost all track of time. |
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Soon morning was breaking and Charise decided to call it a night. This didn't set well with the Chainsaw and soon a scuffle broke out. There, against the somber stillness of the woods, The Chainsaw and Charise groped and tumbled for their very survival-time and space meant nothing to them only the infliction of pain and the chance to deliver the crucial deathblow. Then all went dark. |
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It was the smoke that first beckoned the Chainsaw back to conciousness, then there was the searing open pain. He barley had time too scream once he opened his eyes and saw the flames gyrating aroud Charise's cold wooden smile above him. He did manage to sputter out a curse but it was soon engulfed by Charise's windchime laughter and his own conceptions of finality. |
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