Your vision is blurry. Where's Cleveland? Where's Joe? All you see is debris from the plane and fire everywhere. Your body is covered in scrapes and bruises, and your clothes were ripped up. You limp aimlessly, trying to find Cleveland and Joe, before someone throws you, sending you crashing into a piece of the airplane. You got back up, and saw a tall figure. His red t-shirt has been ripped up as his jeans were merely scraped. His eyes were pitch black as his mouth stretched down into a smile. His body has been covered in the corruption, covering his hands, legs, and his back grew four tentacles made out of the corruption.

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