Dec 02, 2009 01:21
...It appears that we cannot be rid of this ridiculous place as soon as we had planned.
Very well. We are told that we will regain our power in due time. We will wait until sufficient power has been amassed, then return this town and all who dwell within it to the Void.
Until then, we will maintain this charade of mortality. To the foolish humans who contacted us requesting our presence at the "school" to "teach home economics": we will be doing no such thing. Continue to request our presence and we will destroy you utterly.
There. That was not difficult. We, the ultimate being, are more than capable of surviving as a mortal creature until we can regain our power. We will... not...
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We will not succumb to this town's wiles. We are... the ultimate... being.
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[As she leaves the house in search of a way to quell the horrible empty feeling in her stomach, the Cloud passes out in the street. She has not eaten since Thanksgiving, and is currently starving. HELP HER Y/N?]