But in the Blood Party, death is just a temporary setback. As long as your head—or at least a significant chunk of your torso—crosses that finish line, the glory is yours.
The crowd went wild. The trophy was hideous, the prize money was probably counterfeit, and Ben was currently a 1:1 scale model of a bowling ball. But as the cameras zoomed in on his decaying, winking eye, one thing was clear: it was a hell of a party. Ben and Ed Blood Party
Ben reached the final stretch: the . He looked at the whirling blades, then at the finish line just ten feet beyond. With a shrug that sent a few maggots tumbling from his shoulder, he dove headfirst into the machinery. But in the Blood Party, death is just a temporary setback
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