The Queen of Pestilence is found by her first follower. The deity peered down at the tiny mouse-demon that even now crouched in her palm, the deviousness in the nervous twitching of its tiny nose belaying the honest sincerity in its eyes. "What do you mean, I'm wasting my life?" she asked, her eyebrows doing their best to disappear into her hairline.
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Rama Persaud 20 Aug 2004
Nicely done!Bruce Cashman 31 Jul 2004
Very different.Greg Rudman 27 Jul 2004
great work, nice one!Hilton Harris 25 Jul 2004
Very cool.nihm 25 Jul 2004
excelent work