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[kill_babies]

*a dark, androgynous human-shaped creature enters the Nexus, looks around, and leans against a tree*

*for a moment appears to be sniffing, searching something or someone out*

*finally speaks, in an equally angrogynous voice, slightly raspier than most voices* Vices. What are yours?

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[cursed_bird]

D, all of the above.

[kill_babies]

Enjoyable to partake of these vices, yes?

[cursed_bird]

Enjoyable, aye, and often necessary. Compelling, one might say. Might I inquire as to the nature of your interest in, well, my interests?

[kill_babies]

Mere curiosity. *it's not clear whether he's being serious or superior*

[master_simon]

"They're the standard ones you'll find in any halfway decent woodshop."

[kill_babies]

These being?

[kill_babies]

((...and now I get the joke, several hours later. Wow, I feel stupid. I honestly forgot all about the technical 'vice.' *facepalm, blush*))

[theroseskeepme]

"Self-sacrifice."

[kill_babies]

Why?

[blackterror]

Whiskey, and an inability to stop staring at someone until I can figure out their gender.

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FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT IS IT? EVEN GACKT DIDN'T TAKE ME THIS LONG.

[doommarine]

Howling at the moon, using up ammo, shooting machinery and downloading violent movies off the internet when Arlene wants to watch a chick flick.