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In the little cottage, all was quiet. Auntie Whispers began to nod off by the fire in earnest as Lorna worked at a needlepoint– something with birds and flowers. No gore. However, her mind was afire. There was a decision to be made, and it was coming time for her to reveal herself. Auntie Whispers awoke with a snort, and saw that Lorna was staring at her with an implacable expression. “What is it that has got you acting so…sniff… strrrrrange, my girl?” she quavered. Lorna stood, and in one swift motion her bonnet was pulled off. Her dark hair unspooled down her back, and over it— a pair of cat ear headphones. “I can no longer hide what I am, Auntie.” “Lorna… what have you become?!” said the old woman, her eyes widening in fear. “A GAMER, Auntie Whispers. It is my true self.” “Nooo… noooo! The ringing of the bell– the bell–” but it was too late. No magic in this world or the next could have torn the controller from Lorna’s clawed hands, try as her devoted Auntie might. Her blood ran cold with Mountain Dew.