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One fateful night, we gathered around a campfire, and Zenni decided to share a ghost story. But let me tell you, it was no ordinary ghost story. It was a tale so twisted, so dark, that the shadows themselves seemed to shudder. We laughed until our stomachs turn inside out, while simultaneously questioning if we were going to be haunted for the rest of our lives. Thanks for the sleepless nights, N1g!
Dear readers, if you're ready to embark on a delightfully disturbed journey through the twisted corridors of humor, befriend Zenni, He'll guide you through the abyss with a cackling laughter and a wink from his hole that says, "Welcome to the dark side; we have cookies... or something more sinister."