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Horror Haute is Here, and this time it decided to bring the plague with it. All the world needs is a little death in it. What better way than to go and grab some plague hands, and skins, and rebooted makeup. Don't worry about contaminating the food supply. I've done it for you. I stuck my plague hands in the cookie jar, just for you. Each cookie shares the vile blackness from your plagued grip and they taste damn good too. While your nom nomming some death cookies walk around in the Paris catacombs, soon our final destination, if Arijah's medicine on her medicine tray doesn't do the trick. A Plague cart awaits our transport also available to those ghoulish enough to eat the cookies. We can comisserate with the ghost girl who has already met our fate. To be even more daring, and considerate to those in future times who blindly raid our resting places, we can leave behind a plagued necklace, from Immateria. Lets guarentee than any tomb raiders meet the same demise when they plunder our jewlery from our rotted corpses. But we can not just go and rot all buck naked, to help with this there is a nice jacket, bowler hat, and pants supplied by The Untitled. But that's not all. Our loved ones can show their despair, as slowly we rot. Thanks to Dimma. And for those of us who don't get that last cry of mourning from the cold world we have departed, we can go around haunting the world with our Death stare eyes. See ghoulies we can have just as much fun dead than we can in life. Come to Horror Haute today, and join us in our danse macabre. But don't worry, this sale is not just for the ones sickly enough to poison their souls, your old pal EvilSquirrel here, has got you covered. If you wish not to get the black death, there is a plague doctor mask readily available for your survival. Until next time ghoulies have yourself a scary little Horror Haute.

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