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Scion of The Faithful
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines]
Posts: 5,312
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After the strange blizzard yesterDAY, Celuien, the friendly neighbourhood psychiatrist, was leafing through her books to check whether the weather had any Jungian significance, when there came a loud knock on her door.
'We're not opening 'til tomorrow morning! Your neuroses could probably wait until then, couldn't it?' The knocker may have been deaf, or perhaps persistent, because his knocking didn't stop. Celuien angrily left her seat and stormed off to her door. When she had opened it . . . ~*~ The next DAY, the villagers were surprised to see that the resident shrink hasn't opened shop. Fearing some foul deed, the villager decided to break in. Caranlondien took her chainsaw and sawed through the wooden door. The villagers glanced inside. They saw a giant lidded metal pot. Lifting the lid, they saw Celuien, deep-fried in olive oil and garnished with Interpretation of Dreams, Totem and Taboo, and The Ego and the Id. The scroll of the census was changed: Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
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フェンリス鴨 (Fenrisu Kamo) The plot, cut, defeated. I intend to copy this sig forever - so far so good...
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