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Comments about Connor Devine
A small village, black and invisible against the night sky
Only to become visible by the flashes of lightening that struck the ground;
On the fourth flash of lightening, a silhouette appeared
But disappeared in the blink of an eye;
Few who saw this were frozen with fear, for they heard of the legend
Of the prowler; a creature of evil, an evil so cruel
This creature, it bathes in pools of its victims blood;
It has no concept of mercy, it consciousness carries no guilt;
The officer on duty, who saw this sight, ran to the village hall
Screaming the name of this ...