Sweet Dead Sebastian

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Sweet Dead Sebastian
Topic Started: Jul 21 2005, 01:19 AM (94 Views)
Buffy	Jul 21 2005, 01:19 AM Post #1
Skeleton Posts: 23 Group: Members Member #55 Joined: July 15, 2005	For many years I've plotted my revenge on you, without you even knowing it. You're so stupid to believe that I have any feelings for you other than hate. I see you every Friday night galavanting around with other demons bragging about our egg farm, its unconstitutional. What is constitutional anyways? Nothing I can think of besides you, dead with your throat ripped out and thrown on the ceiling. Enough of this malarchy. It's disgusting. Our children are developing fangs and you don't even care, tomorrow is a full moon and they will howl, and hunt to kill our fellow villagers and where are you? With Chin Sue, the towne concubine. I shall give you a taste of your own medicine and run off with a certain creature of the night and we will make our own babies, ones that arn't werewolves, I cannot tolerate the hair of the little beasts anymore, it clogs the drain and toilet. You will pay, and then you will die, and I will laugh. I must go prepare my crossbow so that I may kill you in your sleep my sweet dead Sebastian. Carmen Sutra



Buffy	Jul 23 2005, 11:42 PM Post #2
Skeleton Posts: 23 Group: Members Member #55 Joined: July 15, 2005	Buffy Jul 21 2005, 01:19 AM For many years I've plotted my revenge on you, without you even knowing it. You're so stupid to believe that I have any feelings for you other than hate. I see you every Friday night galavanting around with other demons bragging about our egg farm, its unconstitutional. What is constitutional anyways? Nothing I can think of besides you, dead with your throat ripped out and thrown on the ceiling. Enough of this malarchy. It's disgusting. Our children are developing fangs and you don't even care, tomorrow is a full moon and they will howl, and hunt to kill our fellow villagers and where are you? With Chin Sue, the towne concubine. I shall give you a taste of your own medicine and run off with a certain creature of the night and we will make our own babies, ones that arn't werewolves, I cannot tolerate the hair of the little beasts anymore, it clogs the drain and toilet. You will pay, and then you will die, and I will laugh. I must go prepare my crossbow so that I may kill you in your sleep my sweet dead Sebastian. Carmen Sutra i am sick and wrong



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