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[janetlin]

Forget Santa, I decided to write Cthulhu.

Oh Great Cthulhu!

I have been an extremely assiduous devotee this year.

In March, I rammed a ship into you (sorry Cthulhu!) (-1000 points). In November, I defiled the grave of that traitor, Lovecraft (90 points). Yesterday, I sacrificed _on_a_stick to Cthulhu (500 points). In February, I stopped alphadsnz_fb from defiling Lovecraft's grave (-20 points). In December, I bombed a cultist gathering (-100 points). In August, I wore an Elder Sign (-10 points).

In short, I have been very bad (-540 points) and deserve to be left to whimper as my mind shatters before the vision of your greatness.

Your humble and obedient servant,
johnnies_darlin

Submit your own plea to Cthulhu!

Hmm, perhaps I should stick with Santa...

Comments

[squyd.livejournal.com]

So that's what the funny feeling I've had the past couple of days is... I've been dead!

[johnnies-darlin.livejournal.com]

_Really_ sorry about that...

[squyd.livejournal.com]

Now I'm thinking of that fic. *sheds*

[johnnies-darlin.livejournal.com]

Hrm?

[squyd.livejournal.com]

I am dead... and Draco was dead... and he shedded...

[johnnies-darlin.livejournal.com]

Yes, dear, but I _sacrificed_ you. Your body is right now either hacked up in little pieces and on its way to Father Dagon or you were incinerated, so therefore you can't shed as poor Draco did (never in my life did I think I would ever say or write "poor Draco" and not mean it mockingly).

I _so_ would not incur the Great Old Ones' wrath by sacrificing you and then _keeping_ your body...