5680It rained. It was raining now, just as it had rained yesterday, and it was certain that it would rain tomorrow. In short: It rained. To the demon huddled in the shadows, the rain was nothing new. It beat down around him in an irregular tattoo; a dripping uneven rain that never quite managed to penetrate his clothes enough to make him truly wet, but merely provided an ever present irritation. Today, however, the rain provided a new fascination. Every now and then a raindrop would catch his eye in just the wrong way and his targeting systems would lock onto it, his vision becoming overlaid with tracking boxes and readouts of relative distances5680
"Time, gentlemen, please."Hastur liked the Dragon. For nearly 2 centuries he had visited this particular drinking hole, and it hadn’t changed greatly in that time. Admittedly, largely it hadn’t changed because Hastur discouraged it, and each successive owner had realized the value of having a demon patronise their establishment. Officially, of course, none of them had ever been stupid enough to mention that a demon drank in their bar. Officially demons were inhuman things, terrible agents of darkness who’s only purpose in life was to kill and destroy. Personally, as much as he liked killing things and blowing stuff up, Hastur always thought that the official line didn"Time, gentlemen, please."
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I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
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