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[meaculpable]

[ He knows. He knows that this is not where he intended to go, not where his footsteps should have taken him across the void; he knows. There is a power here -- some great, malefic thing made manifest through unknown means -- that is keeping him in place, that is trying to control. His face is a mask of indifference, but his tone is one of subtle

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[cowboy_newsie]

Why chess?

[meaculpable]

Mm. Arrogance, I would wager. He thought himself a genius at the game.

[cowboy_newsie]

Stupid. It's easier to play poker. So what happened?

[meaculpable]

He left, obviously. And when we met again, he was in no position to harangue me a second time.

[cowboy_newsie]

Yeah, obviously, like I got any idea who you and he is.

Why? What kinda, uh, position were he in?

[meaculpable]

He had become part of the Forest of Suicides.

[cowboy_newsie]

The what?

[meaculpable]

The Forest of Suicides.

[cowboy_newsie]

Yeah, I heard you, but what the hell is that?

[meaculpable]

Function defines form.

It is where those who have taken their lives torment themselves until the day they are "forgiven."

[cowboy_newsie]

[Paaause]

Who are you?

[meaculpable]

Lucifer.

[cowboy_newsie]

[Gosh, look at that smile drain from his face.]

. . . oh.

The, uh. The real one?

[meaculpable]

The only one.

[cowboy_newsie]

[Pause. Again.]

What, uh.

[Pause.]

What, uh, what year you . . . comin' from.

[meaculpable]

Twenty-ten, the year of your lord.

Yourself?