

Malus LunaeIn the dark of night when cool breezes waft softly through the trees, lightly swaying their branches; and the full moon sheds its pale, ghostly light down upon the world, warping familiar objects into pale, yet distinct echoes; it is this time, in this alien light that ghastly creatures wander. Daemons rage, and ghouls howl. Atrocious rituals are performed, and all the powers of Darkness are unleashed. On one such night, when the full moon hung watchful in the sky and the world seemed paused in timelessness; the haunting stillness of the forest was broken by the sound of footsteps on the dry underbrush. A line of men walked steadiMalus Lunae
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"Let me lend a machete to your intellectual thicket." -- Captain Jack
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"Dude, what kind of Koolaid you drinkin'?" -- Dean, Supernatural
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