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[Hello Mayfield. By now you're all enjoying the day, some people shrinking. Some people growing. It's all strange and odd. But hey at least most of them look human. 

Yeah....about that.

Well there is suddenly a 30 ft Skeleton in a black robe standing in the park in Mayfield. Anyone nearby ...or a block away really. Will hear a voice appear in their head. It's even a bit echo-y ]



....OH DEAR. I SEEM TO HAVE ....GROWN A SMALL BIT.

OR RATHER....A LARGE BIT.


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[Phone: A voice appears in your head.]

IF ANYONE NEEDS TO GET TO A SAFE PLACE. I WILL BE HAPPY TO ASSIST YOU.

I WILL ALSO BE ASSISTING ANYONE WHOSE SOULS SHOULD HAVE MOVED ON BY NOW. I'M AFRAID THAT THIS HELP IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE.


[Action:

A. Death walks the streets of Mayfield. He is looking for anyone who might need help. Stop and stare? Ask for help? Scream and run away?

B. There is a zombie hanging on his arm. Just looking at it annoyed and shaking it off. It's bone dude. You can't eat him.

C. A swish of a scythe and the now properly dead drone, falls to the ground. He sighs and checks the blade.]

NO SOUL. THAT IS TROUBLING.

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DEATH | Bill Door

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