Jan 11, 2011 19:19
The grimoire told him how he could stay comfortable all the time. There were the usual warnings, nothing comes without a price, but it seemed so clever that he couldn’t pass it up.
The spell summoned a demon to sit by the open window, tail flicking invisibly fast, sorting air molecules by temperature, holding a constant 67 degrees with no help from PG&E.
All great, except for the suggestions the demon whispered all night as he slept. Eventually he just had to go out into the night with a silver hammer and find some poor homeless guy. Bang bang.
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For consideration: apparently Maxwell also has a plum, some equations, clothiers, and relations, but I couldn't work them into 100 words
Failure 4, 1/11/2011
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