M is for Myg

I woke up after what seemed like days and unending days of heavy sleep.
My head hurt real bad.
I wanted a slice.
So out I went.

But when I came home again, this is what greeted me at the damned door.

And it said this:

The wind howled like a pack of wolves eating their prey
The curtains swung like a monkey
The room was so silent that you could hear the other side of the world
And you feel scared…

The hunt begun Myg…

SHE MADE ME DO IT

THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS

I guess Vanny wasn’t kidding about that whole hunting me down thing.

It was an exquisite death threat, really, complete with flaming eyeball stabbed with a cruficix dart:

(The cross says “RIP MYG” in case you can’t see the detail.) Very well done, I have to say, but still disturbing as hell. Especially as this morbid piece of art was strategically placed all over Philly, in every one of my usual hang outs.

It was in my doorway at Section 8.

It was in front of the barbershop in Mainline, Pauly’s new spot.

It was on my desk at Wei ‘08 Headquarters.

There was even one placed out in front of Blood Orchid. I don’t know what the customers must have thought.

I just didn’t know what to do. I sure didn’t want Vanny hunting me down and killing me or sucking the life force out of me. But still, she’s my very good friend, so it seems like I should really try to find a way to work things out without just slaying her outright. And besides, if I kill Vanny, Lisa is going to be extremely pissed off at me. If you think having Vanny on your back is bad, well, try getting on Lisa’s bad side. Any smart person would invite Vanny over for dinner and serve up their neck up with brown sugar and butter first.

I had to think this situation through. I went home and changed, and strangely enough in my storage crate I found an old cross that I rigged to my belt for protection. Or at least the illusion of protection.

You know my favorite thinking spot is way up above the distraction of the dirty city streets, so away I went looking for some solitude.

But when I got there…

Now I was pissed.

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This entry was posted on Sunday, April 22nd, 2007 at 10:00 am and is filed under Capers, Met a stranger, Second Life, Vanny.