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Rigatoni pasta...????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

  • Rigatoni pasta...????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
  • Message received. Alerting the high council. Contacting Ravioli Prime. Waiting. Waiting. Connect.
  • I read the confusing message, wondering who the high council was, if they always make their Morse code messages so repetitive.
  • Perhaps the Council was not High at all, and merely elected by popular vote rather than on the skills and competence of the applicants. Surely whoever wrote this was illiterate.
  • Or maybe it was called the High Council because they liked to smoke mushrooms. Or the one that wrote this smoked mushrooms. Or maybe both. Anyway, I was determinet to get the job.
  • I stared intently at the arch-mage while preparing my persuasion spell in one hand, trying not to think about Mushrooms. I once saw mushrooms which gave you wings. Stop thinking
  • about mushrooms! I scolded myself as I tried to concentrate on my persuasion spell, but alas, the image of multicoloured mushrooms wearing top-hats would not leave my mind.
  • Then a man whose eyes were the only thing visible behind the smoke told me my future was bright and airy all the way down. Cool, I thought to myself. I can see through the smoke. I
  • Ran into the cloud of smoke, towards the eyes. I suddenly reached the end of the path but I felt nothing but air under my feet... I was floating!
  • And there was the God I had imagined in my youth, beckoning me to my new home. I ran to her arms and in her embrace I lost all the bitterness I had collected during my crappy life.
Started
2017-08-04 04:14:22
Finished
2018-10-11 11:57:21

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