b_w_r
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Imagine it. A survival horror dating game. You're not in trouble because of a zombie apocalypse, or because your car broke down in sleepy foggy smalltown Hayacinthe Sill or because you're a private detective working for a client called Howard Philips who wants you to check out a weird fishing village in New England.Alternatively:
Girl: "I have superpowers. But not the fun kind. I excrete acidic sweat that is strong enough to eat through metal. I mean, I am literally wearing Teflon panties right now. Also, I had to get a friend to write this out for me and run through it a couple of times, because I have the IQ of a brick."
Anyone from the forum: "I heard the word panties."
And thus, the Darwin Award of the year is won.
You're running for you life because you wanted to start dating again, swiped right on Tinder... and so did the monster. And at least once, when you'd really not want to be heard, an alert pops up asking you to leave the app a five star rating on the app store.