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Published: Nov 4, 2014

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Proximity kills all your favorite heroes.

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_{'Cause it's not about the product after awhile. It's all about the image.}

Shouts out to introverted-ghost for helping quickly figure out whether this was gonna be extended or kept as an six word story. It's been a while since I've given you guys one of these.