The cevidrouze (/ˈsɛvədɹuːz/) is a fearsome sub-strain of the cevidroni. The shredded tears of its ripped-open face do not allow it
sick-bag clammy to the touch, but not so vain as to assume that we could ever yet hope for its own shoddy constitution.

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this one isn't what they are telling you ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ and they won't let anyone

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hiding in plain site ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

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✖ ✖ ✖ because they broke it

When there is nothing left to take away, the cevidrouze speaks through a choked seethe, its threats unspoken against a tide that sears away at the walls, ragged and simmering with ire. The last dance cannot be seen beneath the spotlight that does not draw focus to the shiver.

As with the cevidroni, the cevidrouze finds comfort in its misery. Broken up behind the torn-up wallpaper and it shows you how cruel it is willing to be, with only those properties slated for demolition. It is no exaggeration to say that it grows elated as its dreams between those fated walls.

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and they broke ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ me

With few original buildings still standing
its days numbered from the very first

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when you can't get it ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ back or ever know ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

Month by month,
day by day
we grow bolder
and we grow more hungry for the truth to be revealed.
forgotten. Even with the sledgehammers
and it swells, born to anticipate its
end, the grisly execution.

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✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ and it won't stop

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In its dispostion, the cevidrouze seems to dwell not in misery and sorrow, but rather, exudes a vengeful cruelty that cannot be placed anywhere but upon the floor and ceiling, each mark more precise than the last. And when there can be no space left for these defacements. It brings itself high.

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✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ even when it's taken away forever

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And yet we scribble our manifestos on the walls and we are where the cruel and self-given fears are not to be given freely, to are not to be and with no one to observe its sick torment.

The cevidrouze is first stunned, then desperate in the presense of the sensitive. Using all of its well-practiced feints to maliciously draw the sensitive into its pathetic and miserable game, which does not calm, instead only escalating the jealousy further. It seeks no end to its own pain, slices and shreds the humiliated victim and letting the sloppy blood mix in the carpet. We aren't going to let you go this time.

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they aren't telling you ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ they aren't saying ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

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✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

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but if you try to hide it

Though the stranger does not
can be tortured in turn. Its flesh
and skin pulling as easily as-

Regardless of the outcome, however, the sensitive cannot resist the compulsions placed upon them, and their state degrades rapidly following the encounter.

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you won't ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ be   able ✖✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ to ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ stop ✖ ✖ ✖

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and then ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ they let it happen

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As with every collapse, there is ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ stolen, not lost ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ no ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕

✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕

✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ one such mark ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ and never coming back.

Excepting catastrophic exception, the days count down and so too does the performance reach a fever pitch. And it's hard not to see why they hate us, and it's hard not scratched into every surface. The only way to look at it now is to treat it with some sympathy in terror as its home crashes down.

In its final moments, the cevidrouze grows calm, as though relieved at last to have reached such an end, terrible as it may indeed be. But this final glee is soon cut short; the remains are smeared upon the blades and so put out with the last-call discard heap, forgotten in the rust.

And so, the site goes silent at last.

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and they knew ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ but they won't tell you ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ because ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ they let it break

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this guy really thinks he can break all the rules. whatever.
rest in piece my dude enjoy banishment

But the marks never fade ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ and they can't be ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ ✕ forgotten ✕ ✕ ✕