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Poison.

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Liquid runs down his
throat and enters the
domain of his belly like a
bubbly, venomous title
wave.
The sickness follows:
weakening the soul and
punishing the mentality
of this saneness.
Valor is out of sight,
no hero can step forth to save him.
All feeling and perception has
been stolen by the toxic
demon.
A crimson river trickles out of
his ears and nose,
reddening his white shirt.
Unsteady, weak legs give way and
he plummets to the cold, dark floor.

Poison seized another victim.





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