Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191005064301/@comment-26173711-20191010052423

Cumulus studied the text, deciphering it.

"What? No! I want you to fuck off!"

She dodged the Wither bombs and looked around for Herobrine.

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Cirrus was blown away. He stood up, brushed himself off, and looked at the remains.

"...He better be fucking dead."

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Stratus pelted Avon with a hail of razor-sharp icicles from a hail cloud.

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Elise, while protected, prepared her DMR/pickaxe.

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Demeter looked around.

"...I sense someone's missing."