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::Stares balefully::

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*Curses thread*

A-ow how.

What do you guys think? Is this a better avatar pic for Nameless?

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Trips zombie on its way out.

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O'O

Laughs at the curse that it has brought to fruition, but weeps that it has so far missed its true target.

Nameless Mwangi Fetish wrote:

Alien Abductor, you have wisely averted the cursing of your entire race with atavistic spookiness of unspeakable proportions.

*shows Fetish the pics*

Mmm, baby. Still, she could use some fetishistic body paint.

Nameless Mwangi Fetish wrote:

As an object of elder evil, I cannot allow aliens to destroy the planet of people that it is my job to terrorize.

As an elder elemental exemplar I cannot allow you to terrorize those people!

Puffed up lizard, don't make me go spooky on your ass.

Alien Abductor, you have wisely averted the cursing of your entire race with atavistic spookiness of unspeakable proportions.

As an object of elder evil, I cannot allow aliens to destroy the planet of people that it is my job to terrorize.

It's almost Halloween.

Time for me to teach all of you the Ubangi Stomp.

I heard that Gary means Computer God in ancient Sumerian.

Even worse, stick man. But computers are one of his tools...

FOOLS!

YRAG is one of the great elder powers! You have no idea what you have done!

MuhahahahahahaHA!

Just because it doesn't grow there doesn't mean we haven't heard of it, and of odd races that worship it in far away lands. If you haven't heard of it, perhaps you have not heard of Cayden Cailean either.

I can only conclude that they are trying to inure themselves against fear lest my visage visits them in the dark of the night. Just another futile measure.

As I think I mentioned, I am not named Richard. Neither is my last name Roll. However, your efforts are noted, and I will pass over you as I go forth to scare the puddin' out of folks like James Jacobs.

They aren't closed...hey, have you been eatin' onions?

I would gladly pay the YAWN I owe, but alas, scary as I am, I was carved without joints.

I was taken from just such a circle. In Mwangi, we call them "circles of death that are too scary to have a name."

Apparently you haven't heard...I'm "too-scary-to-have-a-name"™. But that's not surprising...word in the jungle is that you leprechaun's are illiterate devotees of the rye.

Worship me all you want...just don't ask my name.

Curse you...curse you all.