Wow. I'm usually not surprised by any number of votes thrown at me any given day, but it's been a while that none of it hasn't been thanks to something I did myself lol. This is new! Ish.
Also, RIP my colleague Christina. Hopefully you threw the revive on Alu.
And there's some bullshittery going on around here for sure. And not from yours truly for once.
Now firstly, let me tell y'all a short story to entertain myself. It is also informative to a degree.
This is the story of the one who kept whiffing.
Every night, the neighborhood ritualist went around moonlighting for some extra cash on the side. It's a cool job to talk to the dead, but the dead inherently lack monies due to the fact of being, you know, dead. So to try his luck, the he went with the best and luckiest number and went to keep his eye on house 7.
And his luck was right! The sorry bastard in that house ended up being an opportunistic killer. And thanks to some convincing the rest of the town saw what he saw and got rid of the cancer from them.
But on the flipside, that meant his moonlighting business was back to square one. If you can't get results completely yourself, you don't get paid for it. So who next? Well, there was a person who seemed suspect slightly already. The plan was set. That night, our hero went to stake out one house of the one named dimmerwit.
Lo and behold! First his luck and now his instinct were both on point! Another sorry bastard trying to do evil in his town. This time, the neighbors were already also onto him. Just to make sure that there's no funny business going on, like supernatural or magical interventions, trying to prevent the sacrifice to the blood gods. Luckily, no such thing happened. Unluckily, again, back to square one. No extra monies that night either.
So what the heck now? There was some questionable folks and some folks who had been somewhat quiet. Since the obvious ones didn't work, maybe going after the quiet ones is better. Among them, there was the one known as many things, like the marchioness of the dead, but more familiarly just Christina.
... and that brings us to today. What went on the previous night was horrid. Who would have thought that his dear colleague was gruesomely burned alive right in front of his eyes. There wasn't even any sign of a person coming over anywhere near. She just... suddenly went up in flames. The stench of burning flesh was still stuck in his nostrils.
Story time over!
Who can guess what I'm moonlighting as?
