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Night descends and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} leaves their home in search of their love who promised them to a night of pleasures. But they never reached their lovers door, for with one fell swoop, {Name} was gathered up into the ferocious maw of the werewolf crouching on the rooftop awaiting its meal. All that was left was {Name}’s right hand, known well by their fair love.
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Night descends and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} eagerly leaves their home in search of the outhouse. Their lantern clangs by their side as they waddle through the door, but they are soon interrupted by a looming shadows from above, their entrails splattered across the walls of the fateful outhouse.
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Night descends and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} finds their way onto their roof for a look into the stars. Tracing the constellations with their fingers, they don’t notice the light from the moon being blocked out by the monster that lurks nearby. With nary a sound, {Name}’s life is ended as the stars blink down from the heavens.
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Night descends and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} is sleeping soundly at their desk, an unfinished work of genius smudged against their cheek. A hairy arm reaches in through the open window, talons glinting in the moonlight, and snatches the body into the night. Shame, they only had another paragraph to go.
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Night descends and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} cannot sleep, the ceiling taunting them with the promise of slumber. {Name} turns onto their right side and is greeted by two glinting yellow eyes. Needless to say, they got to sleep eventually.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} leaves their home in search of their love who promised them to a night of pleasures. Arriving at the house, with a werewolf lurking nearby, {Name} dons an abhorrent perfume alleged to be his lovers favourite. But neither their lover, nor the werewolf, could bear the stench. {Name} leaves dejected; not aware the cursed perfume saved their life that night.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} eagerly leaves their home in search of the outhouse. Their lantern clangs by their side as they waddle through the door, but they are soon interrupted by a looming shadows from above. With a cry, {Name} throws yesterday’s bad meat up at the monster. The werewolf cries out as {Name} waddles away, screaming bloody murder.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} finds their way onto their roof for a look into the stars. Tracing the constellations with their fingers, they only notice the monster prowling towards them when the beast disappears through the roof and into {Name}’s front room. As the werewolf attempts to scramble back up to its prey, {Name} gets away.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} is sleeping soundly at their desk, an unfinished work of genius smudged against their cheek. A hairy arm reaches in through the open window, talons glinting in the moonlight, when {Name} snaps awake with a triumphant “aha”! This turns into an “aah!” and {Name} buries their silver quill into the monster’s arm. The werewolf flees, whimpering as it’s flesh burns. {Name}, however, tries to find something to finish their masterpiece with.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} cannot sleep, the ceiling taunting them with the promise of slumber. {Name} turns onto their right side and is greeted by two glinting yellow eyes. Unfortunately for the werewolf, {Name} had been waiting for this moment. Pulling the shotgun from under the covers, {Name} hits the monster square between the eyes. As the beast lumbers away, their wound already healing, {Name} reloads the shotgun…like a badass.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} leaves their home in search of their love who promised them to a night of pleasures. Their journey is interrupted by a lumbering beast. Taking a swipe at {Name}, the werewolf tears at their chest. But the allure of their sweet love pushes {Name} on. Barely able to outrun the monster, {Name} stumbles into the arms of a stranger. {Name} wakes up wounded but bound…unfortunately for {Name}, not in the sexy way.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} eagerly leaves their home in search of the outhouse. Their lantern clangs by their side as they waddle through the door, but they are soon interrupted by a looming shadows from above. {Name} ducks just in time but their back is ripped to shreds on the werewolf’s claws. The werewolf tumbles into the outhouse and flees covered in {Name}’s leavings. {Name} wakes up with their trousers down outside the outhouse, their back patched up and aching.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} finds their way onto their roof for a look into the stars. Tracing the constellations with their fingers, they only notice the monster prowling towards them when the beast disappears through the roof and into {Name}’s front room. But the beast catches {Name}’s leg on the way down, pulling a good deal of flesh from the bone. {Name} hears gun shots as they’re pulled to one side. Awaking the next morning, {Name}’s leg is bandaged, and a handful of painkillers left on their bedside table.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} is sleeping soundly at their desk, an unfinished work of genius smudged against their cheek. A hairy arm reaches in through the open window, talons glinting in the moonlight, when {Name} snaps awake with a triumphant “aha”! This turns into an “aah!” and {Name} and goes to gather up the papers and run. This delay allows the werewolf to slash at {Name}’s shoulder and blood spills onto the masterpiece. As name mourns the work, a gunshot rings out. As {Name} sobs into their papers, a stranger pulls their bloody shoulder back together and leaves without a sound.
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Night descends, and all the villagers return home, but not all those who sleep stay sleeping. {Name} cannot sleep, the ceiling taunting them with the promise of slumber. {Name} turns onto their right side and is greeted by two glinting yellow eyes. With a flash of white, {Name} sees red as pain sears through their body. Their door opens wide and bullets fly. {Name} drops to the floor and wakes up in bed the next afternoon. Best nights sleep {Name} has had in a while.
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The villagers of Village-ville go to bed and shut their doors as the night closes in, and the beasts begin to prowl outside...
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Candles are lit, and the occupants of Village-ville hunker down, hoping that the creatures roaming the night will not choose their homes to attack...
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As the darkness looms, the villagers disappear into their homes. Outside, creatures begin to roam the streets...
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The moon rises outside, as the occupants of Village-ville huddle in their homes, praying that the beasts will not attack tonight...