I am Viceking's Blaag, and I have arrived at the cemetery to preside over the execution of the dear author of Night of the Living Fearblogs.
OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING was given the honour of killing this little loser.
He raised his headsman's axe, about to draw down the moon onto the author's head, when all of a sudden, we were attacked by The North Woods Project and his friends.
"Vlogs!" I cried before using my abstract-ness to merge the author with Night of the Living Fearblogs, before conjuring a sword out of Finnegans Wake text and deftly slicing the authorblog's head off.
The Vlogs escaped, unable to prevent us from achieving our goal.
Good night, dear readers. Stay spooky.
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