At keeners there is something known as a skeeter. A being of power, a blood sucking monster. A skeeter always comes in somehow at night even though all the windows and doors are closed and bites innocent keeners. To beat back the skeeters I’ve became a masta at sensing where the skeeters are most likely to attack and beating them back. One night though they brought an army like no other seen before. An entire 3 skeeters at once. I could not defeat this number of skeeters and they started to win against me. To this day I will never forget the night of the skeeters. Little did I know the next night would be worse. It is now time to arm ourselves for the final attack of the skeeters…. all I need to win is a ketchup packet.
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