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<[Well well. I didn’t expect to end up here, but a change in scenery is always nice.]>

<[I’m decently up to speed on this realm of insanity, as well as this… multiverse of duplicates lurking in every corner of this fog. Strange, but no need for panic. I take every opportunity as it comes forth.]>

<[My name is Danny Johnson. I see no reason to keep that a secret any longer, though you may call me Daniel or Jed if you’d like— I understand that there are many versions of me already here. I’ve been given access to this strange app like the rest of you, so I might as well make the most of it.]>

<[Sit and chat, ask questions… just don’t get in my way. This realm may be new to me but I assure you, my kindness is not weakness. I will show no remorse in tearing out the spines of any unfortunate soul who dares to underestimate me.]>

-Information in thread below PLEASEEE READ!!-

Hi guys!!! This is my version of Danny’s roleplay account. I love this community so much so I just had to make another roleplay account… this time with my absolute favorite bastard ever.

I hope you guys have fun with him, I know I will qwq

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General info:

Age: 42

Height: 6’4

Birthday: January 4th, 1951

Zodiac: Capricorn

Origin: Provo, Utah.

Does possess some ‘magical’ abilities, including :

Erebokinesis, Dreamwalking, and Hallucination Inducement

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You all know the story of Danny Johnson at this point, but this one is… a bit of a different take. Whilst he can be playful, he usually leaves no room for funny behavior when it comes to his designs. All across America since the 70’s until his disappearance in 1993, The Ghostface was the monster under the bed. He who must not be named… whatever the public decided to call him. Of course, he could be a bit hot-headed in his youth when he first started designing, but he’s much more meticulous and serious about what he does. There were no sloppy kills, no emotional fits of rage. For years he studied and perfected the art of being seen without being caught— the art of professional killing. Hundreds dead, and yet not once did anybody get a wink of a lead. It was a wild goose chase, but every time that there was hope, Danny snatched the line and let the darkness consume. All the while, he got to write all about it as good Ol’ Jed Olsen. Reliable, charming… the darling of America’s newspapers. They never suspected a thing.

However, he now resides in the fog, just as eager to write new, better stories than he has ever written before.

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