#009: Preaching

[celestial_peace]

Well. That was rather ominious.

[You're interested, aren't you?]

Certainly not. There's no place for the curious here, it seems.

[Oh, but you're so wrong, the curious find the Church, and their salvation.]

Tch. No-one could call that place salvation.

[But they can call it power. You remember what power is, don't you?]

... I'm fine.

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Comments

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[provocateurmatt]

Heheheh..

I like the way your computer thinks.

You and I have some business at the Church, I imagine..

[Private to Matt, unhackable]

[celestial_peace]

Matt... sdfgd shut the fuck up. I am dealing wisdfgetuth a bleeding sdgfdh546 computer keyboard and I am not-- cvbnvbmxcvbdgn DAMMIT-- in the mood for your shit.

[Private to Celeste, unhackable]

[provocateurmatt]

Mmm~ blood.. hehehhe..

Aww, what's wrong? can't handle a little blood? poor dear..

[Private to Matt, unhackable]

[celestial_peace]

I hate blood. I can deal with blood just -- ARGH -- fine, but a computer keyboard spitting it at me is less than desireable, thank you very much.

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