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“I’ll magic you,” Hiskota threatened from nearby. “Of all the stupid… you know what? When you wake up tomorrow, you will pray for a swift death. Not just an ordinary prayer for death one experiences in the vast throes of a particularly unpleasant hangover, but the special kind of prayer reserved for people who are on their tenth day of disembowelment, lying on the hot gravel in the noon-day sun with the crows pecking at their entrails. I haven’t figured out how to escalate this from a threat to a promise yet, but I have all night to think on it and mark my words; YOU WILL HURT.”
Once again, I'm having too much fun with Censor. One day, this really will constitute a crime and I will be arrested. Especially for the cameo... there's a special level in hell for what I just did.
Edit: “I’m smiling now, at your pain,” Hiskota said. “I suppose you did manage to spread some love and joy after all. Congratulations. Remind me to bake you some cookies in appreciation some time. They’ll be filled with children’s laughter and glazed with their tears.”
Ah... I love Hiskota.
Once again, I'm having too much fun with Censor. One day, this really will constitute a crime and I will be arrested. Especially for the cameo... there's a special level in hell for what I just did.
Edit: “I’m smiling now, at your pain,” Hiskota said. “I suppose you did manage to spread some love and joy after all. Congratulations. Remind me to bake you some cookies in appreciation some time. They’ll be filled with children’s laughter and glazed with their tears.”
Ah... I love Hiskota.