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October 25 2001 at 11:37 AM
Harbinger of Death 

"It's an R.O.U.S." someone yelled.

"Where?" said Bertram, looking around. "Where??"

"Must be me," said Maurice cockily. "I been workin' out."

"Only one way to get rid of R.O.U.S.es," said the voice, and then FOOM, a flame thrower shot through the room and torched all the rats.

In the middle of campus, the redshirted hunters were having a bonfire. They were burning their red shirts, dancing around in joy. Free at last!

FOOM! Flame thrower on the loose! Scorched hunters everywhere.

"And YOU," said the Harbinger of Death to the person reading this post who's been lurking but hasn't shown their face all year. "I see you and I know you're there. Meet your doom!" FOOOOOOM!

All the anonymous lurkers, burnt to a cinder.

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