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At Pax Letale, an awakening has begun. As these gods rediscover themselves and each other, the seemingly invisible but ubiquitous management tracks each of them quite closely, and the very building itself seems to have an agenda of its own. And as the gods made humans in their own image - or humans made them in theirs - so will the the behavior of the people of Pax turn as dark as their deities. Blood, strife, sex, petty plots, torture - even murder will wind their ways into Pax Letale.
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September 1st, 2010
2:42 PM
The random screams that I hear as I'm heading downstairs to class the past few mornings have me curious. I didn't want to pry, but I feel like I'm missing out on something way more important than World History. What is going on? Are you guys okay? Can I help with anything?
5:38 PM
Hey Potter,
You know that thing we were supposed to do? You know, where we shove money in naked places money ought not be shoved? I'm still on, it's just that, well, I'm slowly beginning to think that there's an electrical problem in the building, or at least a low frequency leakage. I'm not a fucking engineer unfortunately, so I can only pretend I'm really cool by guessing. Remember how I told you electricity can play tricks on the mind? Or I think I did. Anyway, I'm seeing shit in the mirror. And I'm not talking about the kaka-dookies and the stinkystinkies.
Not that this makes me want to see naked breasts any less. Just checking in with you to show you I didn't forget. You still down when this gets understood?
Sincerely,
Vincomort
You know that thing we were supposed to do? You know, where we shove money in naked places money ought not be shoved? I'm still on, it's just that, well, I'm slowly beginning to think that there's an electrical problem in the building, or at least a low frequency leakage. I'm not a fucking engineer unfortunately, so I can only pretend I'm really cool by guessing. Remember how I told you electricity can play tricks on the mind? Or I think I did. Anyway, I'm seeing shit in the mirror. And I'm not talking about the kaka-dookies and the stinkystinkies.
Not that this makes me want to see naked breasts any less. Just checking in with you to show you I didn't forget. You still down when this gets understood?
Sincerely,
Vincomort