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Death was travelling . He was and had been and would be travelling for the first time in a long time, since before time itself, and after it would be gone a long time from now, in the fart distant future. He yearned out a cross the universes of space and time, going super far and wide forever and ever. Normal people would have gotten sick and tired and or given up by now, but of course he did not do that. Death was actually immortal , and ancient, and possessed by a certain kind of power and limitless surge that not even in ten billion trillion years of searching could not quail. He knew that somewere, eventualy, inevitably, unescapbably, he would find that what it was that he was looking for…
And at the final, far-off yet not overtly distant time when he did eventually find it, wow where they screwed.
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