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| POLISHED AND HAPPY by Feebus 09/04/2003, 11:37pm PDT | ||||
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| Thorgils Zhalore examines the room. It's unremarkable and (mostly) empty save for a fortune cookie's tailing, scotch-taped to the wall.
"Your dearest wish will come true." The tape is brittle and yellowed. He plucks it from the wall and examines the reverse side. "Votre souhait le plus cher se réalisera." Wondering what that means, he turns it back over. "Your dearest wish will come true." He isn't sure if he wants to believe that. Thorgils suspects any civilization whose desserts predict the future: suspects them of having an appetite for trickery. He decides that he wants it to be true, and puts his dearest wish in words. -- A lot of things happened and then it came true. |
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I'M TIRED AND ANGRY. by 09/04/2003, 1:58am PDT  The ending of the words is ALMSIVI NT by 09/04/2003, 4:05am PDT I DOn'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS... HERE WE MUST CAPITALIZE OR PAY THE PRICE. NT by 09/04/2003, 11:10am PDT By the bones and blood of Christ, you worthless faggot!! NT by 09/04/2003, 9:36pm PDT POLISHED AND HAPPY by 09/04/2003, 11:37pm PDT |
