Abe Whimsey
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- Posted: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 22:26:00 +0000
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Ah, greetings! Have you an invitation? Ah, if not, we welcome all. Come in quickly, there is much to be done. We have a masquerade to plan!
Yes, indeed, a masquerade ball. It is an act of defiance against the Red Virus that has plagued our brothers and sisters so. Oh, you have not heard of it? Oh, don't worry, most have, though most carry it now, alas. Let one more qualified explain it.
In her diary, a Specter
The "Red Virus" has secretly devastated the GCD. No pestilence has ever been so thorough, so hideous, and so...accepted by its victims. It is a mind altering virus, one that takes its victim by complete surprise. There is solid writer's block, a sudden lack of comprehension and then a great "Shrlyuuuk!" noise that would make even Edmund run away like a little girl. Illiteracy, impatience, spoons, the Virus is completely wiping out discussion as the GCD once knew it.
It was a very sunny night when Captain Wickit and we other Specters sat in our upside down castle, hoping to avoid the Red Death Virus by secluding ourselves from the people who had hated us so. "Let them deal with it" one of us mused. That was right before Wickit toppled over a table in eccentric glee, something we both dread and love to see.
"I've got it! A cure for this epidemic!"
So with some alarmed confusion, the Specters decided to host a ball. All who had not been touched by this horrible, disgusting virus were invited. Every major organization in the GCD, from the local soul suckers to the fan threads were to be there. And best of all, it was to be held in the Specter Manor. And so, we Specters sent a little black invitation in the ashes of an Italian to all whose minds were not demented enough to read it. This is the first Specter Ball.
It was a very sunny night when Captain Wickit and we other Specters sat in our upside down castle, hoping to avoid the Red Death Virus by secluding ourselves from the people who had hated us so. "Let them deal with it" one of us mused. That was right before Wickit toppled over a table in eccentric glee, something we both dread and love to see.
"I've got it! A cure for this epidemic!"
So with some alarmed confusion, the Specters decided to host a ball. All who had not been touched by this horrible, disgusting virus were invited. Every major organization in the GCD, from the local soul suckers to the fan threads were to be there. And best of all, it was to be held in the Specter Manor. And so, we Specters sent a little black invitation in the ashes of an Italian to all whose minds were not demented enough to read it. This is the first Specter Ball.
Indeed! It is as that soul said. We wish to escape this dreaded disease and have a riotous good time, for laughter is the best medicine and the best sword. So, dear one, will you join us in our revelry?