Emily's not a very nice girl . . .

As soon as you say the name "Emily" little spatters of blood appear on your clothes and you notice that your brandishing a very dangerous looking cleaver. The woman at the desks gapes in horror at your new appearance and manages to stutter a few words "W-why d-did you pick E-emily for? D-don't y-you know th-that that's also the n-name of a s-serial k-killer? "I happen to like my name, thank you very much." a wicked smile comes across your face as you look at your reflection in the cleaver.

Written by adventdestiny7

Let's go make more women!
Maybe you should pick another name.

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