Early Thursday Morning
High atop Selkie Peak where the sea wind usually whistled, there was silence and stillness for a moment, as a dark cloud gathered, blown in from... who knows where. Hell? San Francisco? The Portalocity office in Moscow?
The world might never know, nor did it matter. The only thing that mattered was the breaking of the silence as two thousand and twelve* cloven hooves thundered down the cliffs toward the inhabited parts of Fandom.
They were gray and white and horny. (Not dirty.) (Well, they were dirty, too, but regular dirty, not dirty dirty.) They were damp, they were hairy, they smelled like rotten fish and brimstone, and they were hungry.
Mostly for wires, but they'd happily settle for your homework or your brand new iPhone in a pinch.
They were baaaa-aaaaaaaad news, is what they were.
*Honest to Jeff. Multiply 503 by four, and...
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[OOC: This was up at midnight. RLY. And if you'd like an NPC goat, this is where you can ping in with your location and your request!]
The world might never know, nor did it matter. The only thing that mattered was the breaking of the silence as two thousand and twelve* cloven hooves thundered down the cliffs toward the inhabited parts of Fandom.
They were gray and white and horny. (Not dirty.) (Well, they were dirty, too, but regular dirty, not dirty dirty.) They were damp, they were hairy, they smelled like rotten fish and brimstone, and they were hungry.
Mostly for wires, but they'd happily settle for your homework or your brand new iPhone in a pinch.
They were baaaa-aaaaaaaad news, is what they were.
*Honest to Jeff. Multiply 503 by four, and...
__
[OOC: This was up at midnight. RLY. And if you'd like an NPC goat, this is where you can ping in with your location and your request!]