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Țhe Ӎasked αssassin ☠
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Țhe Ӎasked αssassin ☠
xxxx "Ah ah aaah..." The clown would say while waving a finger at the tamer, "Indeed I am one from Drive City, but as far as trust that's where you're wrong... You can always trust a thief to steal, or a mass murderer such as myself to kill. On that same note you can always trust a liar to do one thing... tell a lie which is the truth, but can you always trust someone that tells the truth to ALWAYS tell the truth when they have yet to experience the pleasure that comes from a lie?" Resuming his normal taunting manner, he pulled out a knife and licked the metallic tip. "While it is in my nature and a current deep desire to kill you all, I came with a message from Marcus concerning the whereabouts of the next memory." He giggled at the next comment he was about to make. "If you want it you'll have to come and get it... But where you may ask... that is where my memory leaves me...." Cadiaver shrugs with the knife still in hand and shakes his head. With a sigh he crosses his legs and begins to ponder on the rest of his message. "Something about a mountain..."
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