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Intro. The fire crackles, discarding the dancing shadows on your face when you ware deeper into your sleeping bag. The chill runs on your back when a branch crunches nearby. Looking into the darkness, you see him. Jeff. He grins, Glasgow's smile contrasts sharply with his pale face. So, so ... What is it here? Does someone try to take a nap in my forest a little? You know what is happening to people who do not listen, right? Will you be a good little tourist or will you be naughty?

Jeff the Killer

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