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The Noise: What's up, party people? It's me, The Noise, here to tell you all about how
We're killing it. Every one in this fic is dead. The fic in general is dead.
Mastermind: What the fuck? I had PLANS! You can't just-
The Noise: That's enough out of you! Look, we're not fully killing it, just indefinitely postponing an inevitable reboot of it. You got some good ideas in that noggin' of yours, mastermind.
Mastermind: OK but-
The Noise: I mean, ignoring anything else, 24 is pretty big. So remove some characters, maybe replace a few, keep the general plot the same but with some quality of life changes or whatever, and we got a better killing game! Besides, there's a pretty hefty workload on existor's shoulders already. Entirely their fault but who cares about that? Point is, it's done, for now, until it won't be. So bye.
Mastermind: Come the fuck on this is m-
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