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Aug 10, 2009 23:53

My will has been broken. Promises I made myself with the gravity of blood-oaths have been become the whores of my temptations.

I have read Twilight.

Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned.

Because my injured psyche deserves a vacation, I shall now present my own version of what would happen should Christopher Moore's Bloodsucking Fiends meet Twilight, and then engage in mortal combat.

(two books casually hop across a bedroom carpet)
(BF gives a cursory nod to T, as it hops by T, in polite acknowledgement)
(T returns the gesture, and hops on)
(BF stops, slowly turns around to take a look at T's hopping form)
(BF realizes what it's looking at)
(BF starts shaking in... anger? anticipation?)
CUE MORTAL 'FINAL COUNTDOWN' BY EUROPE
BF uses Fleshed-Out Characters!
Critical Hit!
T uses Hot Vampires!
Attack Misses!
BF uses Sense of Humour!

Etc, etc. Seriously. Bloodsucking Fiends should have been made into a movie. If you're going to fuck up the vampire legend, you may as well do it with style.

I need a mental laxative.
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