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ost_uid0]And then a gunshot, and then silence.
John looked at the growing crimson pool around his feet with interest. It looked a lot like blood.
It didn't take him very long to realize that it actually[i
ost_uid0]was[/i
ost_uid0] blood. And it took him even less time to realize that it was his own.
After that, there was a incredbly brief interval between his body slumping and his body hitting the floor.
And after [i
ost_uid0]that[/i
ost_uid0], life went on as usual, except this time without the creepy theme music.
[[i
ost_uid0]"John Sheridan led a normal life, until one day he started dying every day."[/i
ost_uid0] More like "one day he started dying every two posts"...][/color
ost_uid0]