Even Death itself fears the King Duhh-eth.

In the current year of PRESENT A.D., us Weirdos are being pushed aside to make way for a new, calculated form of being. Clean sights, quiet sounds, and prescribed feelings surround us when all we need is a new age of Weird. The Hall-O-Weirdos will put their cold, lifeless hands on your limp shoulder and breathe some spooky life back into your dead corpse of a body and carry you to the HALL OF WEIRDOS. Rejoice in blinding brightness of neon pixels and toxic plastic fumes... even if they are simulated.

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