Super Trick or Treat System

Thousands of hearts beat faster. When the Twin Cities took their place, thousands of corpses stretched, tightened, and sweated. The shadow of the corpse darkened a piece of land the size of a small town. The weight of their feet trampled the grass into green milk. Their actions killed the animals, crushed bushes and dropped trees. The passage of the earth echoed the earth, the mountains and the rumbling of the pace echoed. In Podujevo's towering buildings, some technical problems are emerging. A slight flaw in the weaving of the left wing caused weakness there: problems with the rotation mechanism of the hips followed. It is harder than it should be, and it does not move smoothly. As a result, that part of the city was under great pressure. It is being handled bravely. After all, the competition aims to push the participants to the limit. However, the breakpoint is closer than anyone would dare to admit. Citizens are not as resilient as previous games. The ten years of poor crops have caused people's poor nutrition, reduced spinal flexibility and firm will. Poorly woven sides may not cause accidents by themselves, but the weakness of competitors further weakened it and laid the foundation for an unprecedented death. Determined. Poorly woven sides may not cause accidents by themselves, but the weakness of competitors further weakened it and laid the foundation for an unprecedented death. Determined. Poorly woven sides may not cause accidents by themselves, but the weakness of competitors further weakened it and laid the foundation for an unprecedented death.

They stopped the car.

"It is said that?"

Mick shook his head. Since his puberty, his hearing has been poor. Too many rock shows have blown his tympanic membrane to hell.

Judd got out of the car.

The bird is quiet now. The sound they heard while driving came again. This is not only a noise: it is almost a movement on the earth, a roar seems to be located in the hills.

Thunder, isn't it?

No, too rhythmic. It crosses the soles of the feet again-prosperity. Mick heard it this time. He leaned out of the car window.

"It's ahead somewhere. I hear it now." Judd nodded.

prosperity.

Thunder sounded again. "What the **** is this?" Mick said. "Whatever it is, I want to see it." Judd returned to Volkswagen with a smile. "The sound is almost like a gun," he said, and drove the car. "Big gun."

Vasilav Yelovsek watched the official action of raising the pistol through his Russian-made binoculars. He saw the feathers of white smoke rising from the barrel, and a second later, heard the sound of gunfire passing through the valley. The game started.

He looked up at the twin towers of Popolak and Podujevo. Head in the clouds-almost. They almost stretched to the sky. This is an awesome sight, a suffocating, stinging sight. The two cities swayed, twisted, and prepared to take the first step in this battle of etiquette.

In these two, it seems unstable. The city hesitated when raising his left leg and beginning the parade. It’s not a big deal, it’s just a little bit difficult to coordinate the hip and thigh muscles. Just take a few steps and the city will find its own rhythm; add another couple, and its inhabitants will move as a creature, a perfect giant matching its elegance and power with the mirror image.

The gunfire drove many birds out of the trees hidden in the valley. They stood up to celebrate this great game, jumped past, excited.

"Did you hear the gunfire?" Judd asked.

Mick nodded.

"Military exercise...?" Judd's smile widened. He can already see headlines-exclusive reports on secret exercises deep in the Yugoslav countryside. Perhaps it was Russian tanks, and the tactical exercises were carried out outside the sight of the West. Fortunately, he will be the carrier of this news.

prosperity.

prosperity.

There are birds in the sky. Now the thunder is louder.

It does sound like a gun.

Judd said: "On the next ridge."

"I don't think we should go further."

"I have to watch."

"I don't. We shouldn't be here."

"I don't see any signs."

"They will send us away; expel us-I don't know-I just want to-"

prosperity.

"I have to see."

When the scream started, these words barely came out of his mouth.

Screaming: crying to death. The person buried in the weak side died of strain and began to decay in the system. A man let go of his neighbor, that neighbor let go of his neighbor, and chaotic cancer spread throughout the city. The coherence of the towering structure deteriorates at an alarming rate, because the failure of one part of the anatomical structure puts unbearable pressure on the other part. "Did you hear it?"

A masterpiece made by good citizens of his own flesh and blood, and then a skyscraper that was bombed out, it began to fall.

The broken side spouted blood like a severed artery, gushing out the citizens. Then, with its graceful sloths, the pain of the citizens became even more terrifying. It bowed to the earth, and its limbs were disintegrating when it fell. The huge head has only recently brushed through the clouds, and then flung it back to its thick neck. Ten thousand mouths only screamed because of their huge mouth, which is speechless and has endless attraction to the sky. The lost call, the expectant call, the confused call. How does the crying request end in a fallen body like this every day?

It is undoubtedly human, albeit almost deafening. Judd's stomach twitched. He looked at Mick, who was as white as a bed sheet.

Judd stopped the car.

"No," Mick said.

"Listen-for Christ's sake," dying groans, appeals and blasphemy overflowed. very close. "We must continue," Mick pleaded.

Judd shook his head. He is going to participate in a military event-all the Russian troops are gathered on the next hill, but the voice in his ears is the voice of human flesh-too humane. It reminded him of his childhood fantasy of hell. If the mother does not embrace Christ, his mother tortured him endlessly and threatened him. He has forgotten the horror of twenty years. But suddenly, it got a whole new look. Perhaps the pit itself was split on the next horizon, and his mother stood on his lips, inviting him to taste its punishment. "If you don't drive, I will."

Mick got out of the car, crossed the front of the car, and looked forward along the lane. There was a moment of hesitation, not more than a moment, when his eyes flickered in disbelief, before turning to the windshield, his face was paler than before, and he said, "Jesus Christ..." The voice strongly suppressed nausea.

His lover is still sitting behind the steering wheel, his head in his hands, trying to erase the memory. "Judd..."

Judd raised his head slowly. Mick stared at him like a savage, with a sudden cold light on his face. Judd passed by him. A few meters ahead, as the tide drove toward the car, the thick and deep blood stains mysteriously darkened. Judd’s reasoning has been distorted, turning it into any meaning other than this inevitable conclusion. But there is no more sensible explanation. It is fresh blood, unbearable blood, endless blood-now, in the breeze, there is the smell of a freshly opened corpse: the smell of the human body, part sweet, part umami.

Mick stumbled back to the passenger side of Volkswagen and fumbled weakly at the handle. The door suddenly opened, and he lurked inside, his eyes dull.

"Back up," he said.

Judd reached for the fire. The blood wave was already shaking on the front wheels. In the future, the world will be painted red.

"Drive, for fucking, drive!"

Judd did not try to start the car.

He said: "We must watch, we must do this."

Mick said: "We don't have to do anything, but please get out. It's none of our business..." "The plane crashed-"

"No smoke."

"Those are human voices."

Mick’s instinct is to leave alone. He could read information about the tragedy in the newspaper-tomorrow he could see the pictures as gray and grainy. Today, it is too fresh and too unpredictable-everything may be at the end of this song, bleeding-"We must-"

Judd started the car, and Mick began to complain quietly beside him. Volkswagen began to move forward, wandering in the **** river, wheels spinning in the muddy foam.

"No," Mick said very quietly, "please don't."

Judd's answer is: "We must." "We must. We must."

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