He sits in the dark, eyes glowing, waiting to pounce. His prey is unware of the impetuous danger they have just put themselves in. All that revelas his presence is the moonlight shining through his musty hot breath and an uncalming air of fear that pierces the myst, alerting all who have entered his domain.
But it\'s too late.
With smooth cat-like precision, he strikes with blazing fast speed, 0wn1ng his prey and leaving the rest of the forum to feed on their remains. All that\'s left are the echoes of screams from disembowled vocal chords and an entanglement of twitching limbs, bloodied and detached from a fifteen second encounter with "it."
Who is this anamoly we call Jumpman? How is he able to do what he does and still survive after years of torment? It seems he feeds on the hate, growing with an intense passion to put unassuming members in their place.
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