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6/14/2025, 1:52:43 AM
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>>42248732
>>42267837
All of my edits I did from what I remember were NSFW, and I almost never posted them on boorus, and I'm too lazy to find the Glimmer one I did a while back, so I decided to edit one of the pictures from last thread really quickly. Pic related.
>It's that time again already?
>A flash of lightning lights up the sky and the bolt punches the water of the lake in the woods like a hockey player on crystal meth.
>Had it been winter, it wouldn't be clear if the ice would melt first of shatter first.
>But the smart campers are the ones who run first.
>The ones who stand still like the trees around them will learn that machetes are like chainsaws.
>And lumberjacks don't usually wear masks unless they're concerned about blood splatter.
>As soon as the cabin lights go out, everyone can hear the breathing.
>A slow and low deadly violin joined by the drum beat of their racing hearts when they realize what's up.
>Getting out of bed to unlock the car doors will do much more good than locking the cabin doors.
>Here comes Jason once again.
>Like a fallen body, a large tree blocks the only road out, begging the terrified eyes in the drivers and passengers seats to follow suit.
>"Hang on, everyone!" Timber Spruce violently turns the steering wheel.
>He didn't sign up for this when he volunteered from two camps over.
>The red tail lights shine onto the silent demon in his own pocket of hell.
>Screams of those who see him beckon him forward; his steps only speed up when the jeep's headlights get closer after facing him.
>Taking no chances, Timber knows it's fell or be felled with this lumberjack on the other side of the smudgy windshield.
>The front grill dents like Jason was rooted to the ground.
>The roar of the engine itself is screaming in fear as those same tail lights now leave the slowly standing demon in darkness.
>An open field is the only thing flat enough that doesn't lead directly back into came where they'd be expected to go.
>"Did we kill him?" Lyra asks, still convinced she'll trip onto the ground somehow despite being buckled in.
>"We can't go off road here, the terrain will flip us over and there's to many bushes!" Bonbon holds her girl close.
>""Just hang on, I'll get us over to the dock!" Timber grunts while scanning the ground in the glow of the headlights for goalies blocking his way off the field. "I'm not playing this son of a bitch's game this time!"
>>42248732
>>42267837
All of my edits I did from what I remember were NSFW, and I almost never posted them on boorus, and I'm too lazy to find the Glimmer one I did a while back, so I decided to edit one of the pictures from last thread really quickly. Pic related.
>It's that time again already?
>A flash of lightning lights up the sky and the bolt punches the water of the lake in the woods like a hockey player on crystal meth.
>Had it been winter, it wouldn't be clear if the ice would melt first of shatter first.
>But the smart campers are the ones who run first.
>The ones who stand still like the trees around them will learn that machetes are like chainsaws.
>And lumberjacks don't usually wear masks unless they're concerned about blood splatter.
>As soon as the cabin lights go out, everyone can hear the breathing.
>A slow and low deadly violin joined by the drum beat of their racing hearts when they realize what's up.
>Getting out of bed to unlock the car doors will do much more good than locking the cabin doors.
>Here comes Jason once again.
>Like a fallen body, a large tree blocks the only road out, begging the terrified eyes in the drivers and passengers seats to follow suit.
>"Hang on, everyone!" Timber Spruce violently turns the steering wheel.
>He didn't sign up for this when he volunteered from two camps over.
>The red tail lights shine onto the silent demon in his own pocket of hell.
>Screams of those who see him beckon him forward; his steps only speed up when the jeep's headlights get closer after facing him.
>Taking no chances, Timber knows it's fell or be felled with this lumberjack on the other side of the smudgy windshield.
>The front grill dents like Jason was rooted to the ground.
>The roar of the engine itself is screaming in fear as those same tail lights now leave the slowly standing demon in darkness.
>An open field is the only thing flat enough that doesn't lead directly back into came where they'd be expected to go.
>"Did we kill him?" Lyra asks, still convinced she'll trip onto the ground somehow despite being buckled in.
>"We can't go off road here, the terrain will flip us over and there's to many bushes!" Bonbon holds her girl close.
>""Just hang on, I'll get us over to the dock!" Timber grunts while scanning the ground in the glow of the headlights for goalies blocking his way off the field. "I'm not playing this son of a bitch's game this time!"
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