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[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Dear Secret Santa,

I am a man of simple yet sophisticated tastes. My preferred cigars are Habanos (don't know if they have them in this world but you can't expect me to do all the work here, come on). Personal massages are an excellent nonmonetary gift (if you're a guy a gift certificate will have to do, sorry about the gender inequality). And I always, always welcome new methods of smiting my enemies. You're a talented bunch, go wild.

Sincerely,
Warren Mears


In other news, I have acquired a weapon of mass destruction. Her name is Tesla and okay, she's pretty much with the licking of faces right now but soon, soon she will be removing them. It's a work in progress, people.

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[notwalking]

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[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

Stupid humans. Continue what you were doing.

[notwalking]

A divine sign that I haven't been drinking enough, I'm sure.

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

Aren't you the one that talks to Gods?

[notwalking]

He and I have been known to converse. Why? Heard of me?

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

I read these things.

Well, here you are then.

[notwalking]

Yeah, here I am. Who are you?

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

Yrael, formerly of the Nine Gods, betrayer, doom-bringer and servant of the Contractor Hei.

Mrrr. Call me Mogget.

[notwalking]

Doom-bringer. Really.

Call me Nuwanda.

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

Mm, there were some incidents. But nothing while I have this stupid collar on my neck~

[notwalking]

Really. So, you're a god?

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

Not anymore.

[notwalking]

Color me intrigued. What'd you do to get kicked out?

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's all it took.

[notwalking]

Huh. That's pretty neat. Didn't expect to run into God here.

But you're a cat.

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

No, I'm really not.

[notwalking]

Well then.

[eighthshiner.livejournal.com]

Come play with me some time, human.

[notwalking]

Oh, I will.