rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Boom Again.

After a quiet night of mostly gentle rain, as I prepare to write an entry, I once again hear the peal of thunder. The storm god is summoning me again. He must have enjoyed our encounter. He is jealous of Sluggo, and wants me to shut him down. I'd better do it. Sluggo would be no use to me with his already addled brain utterly fried.

Maybe tomorrow (meaning later today) I can post.
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