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Zeth and the Pickle


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Journal Entry 048

November 29, 1982

 

Pickles. Pickles, Pickles, Pickles. I have seen many things with these eyes, many terrible, horrible things. The pickles... they’re nothing but monsters. Their red, evil eyes watch me at night while I sleep, their slimy green bodies almost pulsating with pure, unbridled evil. The little beasts are everywhere. Here, in this place... things... things are hard. I hear strange sounds coming this way... I must go now. I fear the shadow... the beasts... those damn pickles are hunting m--

 

(The journal stopped there, the rest covered with a thick coating of blood. You are not sure how far on the journal went from there.)

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