As shadow fills our spaces, and the sun leaves the sky, in amongst the cool air of the night mingles the breath of a sleek, black Squid, hollow as the dark. Over forest, sea, city and town, it stalks on lithe, kilometre long limbs. Its eyes are distant as stars, peering down through the diaphanous crimson fumes that fill its own arcane shell. The Squid in the Dark; a cold, broiling embrace for the lost, weary and soul-broken, come the bright firmaments fade into the face of infinity.
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There once was a dark squid. He was [i]so dark,[/i] everyone died. The end.
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I am not a squid!
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What about the Dragon in the Dark?
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What's with you and squids!?
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I should write you a squid erotica.
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After the utter failure of my ancilla's attempt to sustain a firm control over the cephalopods of the skys and earth, it appears I must uphold matters into my own hands. Consider your squids of the darkness as good as mine, Elegiac.
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How many squids are there!?
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Even i find this pretty emo, and i should know.
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5/10 Not as great as the other one.
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So the Squid in Outer Space and the Squid in the center of the earth have a new friend?
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Squid eyes make more sense than human eyes. I'm jelly.
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You could make some serious tentacle porn.
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Why does it sound like you're describing the Hellboy monster.
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You're taunting me now.