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Originally Posted by pshrynk
I hope you had the presence of mind to chop the bodies up smaller and distribute them over a wider range of ocean this time...
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Ahh, yes, one would think so. However, when one's sister is the Antichrist, or possibly Kali, FUBAR of Worlds, also possibly regularly prayed to by
DIXIEGAL, who strides across the homescape like Death aboard His Combine Harvester; and when one's mother is The Mother, The Matriarch - which even the Elder Gods tremble before, saying they're sorry and promising to call her more often - who has managed to develop passive-aggressiveness into a Weapon of Total Destruction; when one of your brother's primary skills is, through sincere attempt at helping, to unwittingly and repeatedly plunge the familial ley-lines into a Gordian ball of melodramatic yarn you couldn't slice open with a well-placed thrust of the Lance of Longinus; and when your other, absent brother - the Golden Boy with feet that have never walked a mile in anyone else's shoes - is revered as a pagan idol around which his own and a Mother's universe revolves and resolves itself into due worship...well, let's just say that it pays one's soul back in karmic insurance to employ significant contemplation of the consequences of even idly considering such murderous actions and their subsequent occultation.
The Gods aren't just a bit crazy - they're totally, farking, barking mad, and will gladly hide their body of shame with your viscera.
...but, THEY'RE GONE!
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Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm
Go celebrate then!
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I'm here, aren't I? Do you think this deserves a party, or even, perhaps, a
Party (TM - Monstnmags Enterprises)? I'm ready if you all are.
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Originally Posted by lilac_jive
Let me guess...inlaws?
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Inlaws and outlaws, daemons and gods,
pictogram golems and Übermensch clods,
Freudian avatars, corporeal fears,
raising their glasses, '"to Family...Cheers!"
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Originally Posted by ravenne
No, they are not. You hear the knocking on your door? That´s them again. They just went to get some stuff to stay another 8 weeks.
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:quivers: (quivers full of crossbow bolts, that is).
Cheers,
Marc