Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes...
Boy, I've been away from Sunnydale for a long time. Far too long, if you ask me. Near as I can figure, it's been six years, give or take a week or two.
Time really flies when you're dead.
And let me tell you, I was not expecting to find what I found when I arrived back in town.
For one thing...well, it's still here! I mean, come on, people! This is a Hellmouth, for Pete's sake! I specifically designed this town to be demon-friendly to the point of excessiveness, and look at it. Still standing. We can probably thank Buffy Summers and her band of merry men -- and women, don't go thinking I'm not for equal rights -- for keeping the town in relatively good shape.
Some people just don't know when to die. Heaven knows I'm proof positive of that, huh?
There's some other things I noticed, too. There's a new high school...which I guess makes a sort of sense, considering I remember incinerating with the old high school. Some new stores. And darn it, there's a new housing development right where I'd planned my ritual sacrifices following my Ascension back in the day.
No respect for history. That's just sad.
Fortunately, I planned a little ahead. Left a little nest egg stashed away, in a place no one would think to look. So I'll be back on my feet in no time.
I wonder what kind of fun my reappearance is going to cause in town. I'll have to come up with some kind of cover story to explain where I've been the past few years, and why I'm not dead. One simply has to assume I was declared dead, or at least missing. Granted, this is Sunnydale, and folks here will swallow just about any cockamamie story you feed them when it comes to things like this...but better safe than sorry.
I almost wish I could be there to see that little Slayer tramp's face when she hears that I'm not quite as blown up as I was supposed to be. But then again, I'd just be content with seeing my Faith again.
For now, anyway.
We'll get our hands dirty soon enough.
Time really flies when you're dead.
And let me tell you, I was not expecting to find what I found when I arrived back in town.
For one thing...well, it's still here! I mean, come on, people! This is a Hellmouth, for Pete's sake! I specifically designed this town to be demon-friendly to the point of excessiveness, and look at it. Still standing. We can probably thank Buffy Summers and her band of merry men -- and women, don't go thinking I'm not for equal rights -- for keeping the town in relatively good shape.
Some people just don't know when to die. Heaven knows I'm proof positive of that, huh?
There's some other things I noticed, too. There's a new high school...which I guess makes a sort of sense, considering I remember incinerating with the old high school. Some new stores. And darn it, there's a new housing development right where I'd planned my ritual sacrifices following my Ascension back in the day.
No respect for history. That's just sad.
Fortunately, I planned a little ahead. Left a little nest egg stashed away, in a place no one would think to look. So I'll be back on my feet in no time.
I wonder what kind of fun my reappearance is going to cause in town. I'll have to come up with some kind of cover story to explain where I've been the past few years, and why I'm not dead. One simply has to assume I was declared dead, or at least missing. Granted, this is Sunnydale, and folks here will swallow just about any cockamamie story you feed them when it comes to things like this...but better safe than sorry.
I almost wish I could be there to see that little Slayer tramp's face when she hears that I'm not quite as blown up as I was supposed to be. But then again, I'd just be content with seeing my Faith again.
For now, anyway.
We'll get our hands dirty soon enough.