No One Wanted To Spontaneously Combust Into

Oh, Come On. I Have To Know About The Who-do Voodoo That You Do. (nick)

Notwithstanding All The Care And Anxiety Of The Persons Who Frame Acts Of Parliament To Guard Against Every Event, It Frequently Turns Out That Certain Cases Were Not Foreseen.

Life Has A Way Of Breaking Even The Strongest Among Us.

Little Brother, I Don’t Mean To Be A Downer, But We’re Talking About War Here. There’s No Way To Mitigate Damages. He Won’t Let Us. I Was There With Twenty-five Chthonians To Fight Him And He Spanked Our Hides Like We Were Lemurian Slave Women. Two Of Us Had Our Hearts Ripped Out And Shoved Down Our Throats While He Laughed, Then He Licked The Blood Clean From His Fingers And Came At The Rest Of Us. (savitar)

We Have Certain Demons Who Are Motivated By The Smell Of Food. They Tend To Get Rather Violent Whenever They Smell It. I Personally Wouldn’t Be Caught Eating Anything Because I Would End Up Dead. You Might Not. But You’d Still Have To Fight Them, And Since Some Of Them Are Rather Ugly And Really, Really Smelly, It Might Spoil Your Appetite. Then Again, Maybe Not. Doesn’t Spoil Noir’s. I Think It Makes Him Hungrier, Especially When He Guts Them. Sick, But True. (asmodeus)