It's my birthday... and my first present is a plague from Grandfather Nurgle, by way of Andromeda. She had a cold over the weekend, and just as she was starting to get over it, she stuck her fingers in my mouth when we were playing. I knew I was doomed, and sure enough, the next day I started coming down with symptoms. My condition fluctuates; my
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