not every night has this much excitement.

TranquilArdor: your soul is subject to the will of the reaper. You cannot escape your fate. you will submit.
pseudosara: okay.
TranquilArdor: it is done.
pseudosara: right. so do i get some sort of compensation for this deal or what?
TranquilArdor: eternal servance in hell is all that awaits you. your destiny has been decided. you cannot defy it.
pseudosara: oh. well. that kinda sucks.
pseudosara: can't i have a pony or something? how about an evil pony?
pseudosara: yknow, to better.. service hell, or whatever.
TranquilArdor: it is done. your evil steed awaits you at the gates of eternal anguish.
pseudosara: hellll yess!
pseudosara: can i breathe fire?
pseudosara: well?
TranquilArdor: as a servant of the unholy ranks of the dead, you cannot be allowed to posess such power. Only the demon knights are capable of such abilities. they are your masters, and you are their slave.
pseudosara: dammit.
pseudosara: well.. shit.
TranquilArdor: prepare to receive your unholy fate. it awaits you. it calls for you. it will have you.
TranquilArdor: you are nothing now.
pseudosara: um, do you know when? cause i have something to do at midnight.
TranquilArdor: it will arrive when you least expect it. when you least want it. when it will hurt the most. you cannot escape. you will submit.
pseudosara: well, dammit, that's a little unorganised, don't you think?
pseudosara: people have shit to do, yknow.
pseudosara: maybe if it were a little more timely, a little more on a schedule, being a slave to masters who await you in hell and will have you or whatever might not be such a big deal, if you could just say, "yeah, the party bus will pick you up at seven on friday. dress casual."
TranquilArdor: your future has been intricately planned out. everything has been decided. every detail paid attention to. every sadness accounted for. every happiness trapped with underlying pain. you cannot escape. you are gone. you are finished.
pseudosara: ouch.
pseudosara: well.
pseudosara: that kind of sucks.
TranquilArdor: prepare to embrace the gift of golgotha. the four horsemen are already on their way. you are through.
pseudosara: hm. can i change my clothes first? perhaps brush my hair.
pseudosara: um, my lawyer says that i am not obligated to follow any rules or conditions set forth by said demon knight cause i didn't sign anything or take a blood oath or something.
TranquilArdor: the reaper awaits. he will guide you into your eternal bondage. he will destroy all that you hold dear, he will strip you of your last fledgelings of dignity, he will prepare you for the eternal suffering that is to come.
pseudosara: wow. heavy.
TranquilArdor: your lawyer works for us. it is all an intricate plot leading to your eventual painful demise. pseudosara: goddammit! am i on days of our lives or something?
pseudosara: my lawyer said i should introduce you to the 666th amendment of the constitution of hell. 'he who preaches the word of our prince and king lord satan shall make his identity readily available to all parties involved'. so like, can i see some ID?
TranquilArdor: you are on a doomed path to the river styx, where you will meet your destiny, your painful anguishing demise, your entry into bondage. the end of all that you desire. the end of you.
TranquilArdor: your lawyer is, again, serving to guide you down your painful and helpless path to hell. you will never know my identity. you will never know me. all you have left... is anguish.
pseudosara: i dunno, i' m still feeling pretty good. no signs of anguish on the way.
TranquilArdor: All you may have is the knowledge that I am but a messenger. a messenger of evil, a messenger of doom, a messenger of your fate. you will not know it is happening, until it does. you will suffer in ignorance, you will never be set free. you are doomed.
TranquilArdor: it is written
TranquilArdor: it is done
TranquilArdor: goodnight
pseudosara: no no
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pretty pretty strange. and jon, my lawyer, said that he "got a similar im the other day from a girl on behalf of satan, yappin about dead goats and shit."

THIS IS WHY DRUGS ARE BAD, CHILDREN, BECAUSE YOU HALLUCINATE SATAN'S MINIONS IMing YOU!

uh.. er.. try again.

THIS IS WHY DRUGS ARE BAD, CHILDREN!

yeah, that's all folks.