Post by Raison D'etritus on Jan 19, 2011 20:00:57 GMT -5
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You can't see them. . . But they can see you. If you listen closely, you can HEAR them there. Whispering like the chill breeze in the dead of night.
HEY! Who goosed me?!
How does one go about joining these spectral wraiths in their umbraic anonymity? What malificent misdeeds need one commit to embrace such dark power, and turn one's ethereal back forever on the blighted eyes of the light?
And most importantly: What would YOU do for a Klondike Bar?
He who gets screwed by tentacle monsters should see to it he does not become one.