Chapter 30: It's Alive!

A very good day to all viewers on the tome of truth blog, otherwise known as the living version of the underword, where many enter due to (almost) false advertising of an intense,e xciting vacation, while almost none leave with their sanity intact. So, count yourselves lucky, those who can still understand human words after reading this blog, as you have just hit the jack pot.

Moving on to the main dish of the dead, I mean, day, I have just completed on of my assignments which I think will be graded, fully explaining why I actually went ahead to work so hard for. I am, a very, but partially self-declared, gun pointing those to reason into agreeing with which doubles as an example, practical kind of blog writter.

And... anyway, after spending what seemed like a few millenia, but is actually just a few hours (exaggeratting, one of my hobbies, very relaxing, sided with a heart overdrive and a ice cold glass of panik attack), my proposal. But the topic is.........................................

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Confidential! Thank you very much!

I might, however, reveal my location on the day my creation has it's debut showtime. Might, emphasis on the might. Mainly depending on my procastination level of the day. Which is usually quite high. But there is a small chance. Believe me, please. I am a very turstworth person. Maybe capable of creating false evidence just for leisure. But really, I am harmless.

So... as we heard it. It's alive! This deadly document is finally alive! Capable of burning eyes which lie on it! It's alive!

Until then, readers, sleep tight, and good night. Yes, it ryhmes, doe it not? I like rhymes. A lot. Goodbye. You can go now. Shoo. Scramble.

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