September 24 2000 at 2:27 PM No score for this post
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-a young male staggers up the the board, appearing beaten and exhausted. His hair is greasy and doesn't seem like it new how to be in place, his fingers filthy with caked dirt in the ceases of skin and spaces under his nails, his clothes were tattered rags, and his flesh hung on his bones like it was trying to escape its torment. Slowly, with an unsteady hand, he tacked a thick, coldpress, watercolour parchment to the board. Upon the parchment was the unmistakable, scrawled hadn of his mistress: maYbus. Thick, blotchy and blacker than night, the scribble was nearly illegable. The notice read as follows:-
To those whom take refuge in shadow, For those whom scorn the light, To those whom embrace the sins of themselves, For those whom relish Satan Follow me.
Mine army represent the 7 sins. Drastic revamping within mine ranks of late hath proven tae leave amany sins vacant.
Tae join the Antichrist's ring, aye the ranks of Satan, seek me out, or send private missive.
May ye prosper.
(exquisitevex@hotmail.com or UIN: 51890635)
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