Dag Thren gets dibbs on this shotgun... Damn... silver bullets? Did the guard think I was a lycanthrope? I'll just call it a crime of passion... perhaps he and Bekkers were reach-around buddies. In my unconcious state, I dream of what this magical Fairy Paradise Island must have been like back in its glory days... wine, women, song... I dream of Tut's future inventions: Unconcious Imagination check - BR 2 oh hells yes. I have some good dreams...

I see Gaddianheim at the end of the tunnel of light... give him the finger and go back to my dreams.

oh yeah... can some one hit me with a CLW or maybe a goddberry? -much love.

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