M is for Myg

Fog rolled off the city like a fat woman from an old couch, and I watched it through sticky waking up eyes. I no longer felt at home in this place, though this time at least I knew exactly where I was. It was who I was that I was having trouble with. Read more

DAMN THAT VANNY!

I shouted it, all over Topgol, and everyone came running. Like me, this is what they found on the conference table of Wei ’08 Headquarters:

It said:

Death is life’s way of saying you’re fired
Suicide is your way of saying I quit

Choose what you prefer.

I am watching you.
You can’t hide.
You can’t escape your fate.

-Me

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You’ve had the dream, right? You dream that you wake up, but then find yourself falling endlessly into a terrifying abyss. Now then, imagine yourself dreaming something completely stupid, like dancing the hokey pokey with a sock monkey in Ibiza, but then waking up to this shit:

I was screaming, screaming like you’d scream if you saw death approaching as fast and as hard as a concrete slab flying toward your face at 120 k an hour. I would have wondered how in the hell I’d gotten there but there was no time. I was seriously about to bite it. Read more

“Myg?” I had slipped into the grocery in Chase’s Manhattan to get some Mike n Ikes and the latest issue of LpTp. (I really wanted to read that interview with L’Usine.) I didn’t expect to find this:

“Myg?” I said again. She turned a glazed eye toward me, pointing the glock, her fingertip white with a little more pressure than was comfortable for someone looking at that 9mm wormhole to eternity. This wasn’t my Myg. Maybe that vampire bite was starting to work its evil. I backed out slowly and watched from an alley across the street. I saw her emerge a couple of minutes later and TP out.

I went back to Mainline but she wasn’t there. I waited all day. Filled her voice mail. Checked her favorite haunts. She’s gone again.

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“Toilet backed up again Myg?” Alex asked.

Well I thought that was damned hilarious, I really truly did. Try scouring all of SL for days looking for wooden stakes and see what you come up with, because I came up short. In the absence of proper wooden stakes, I bought this plunger set, which I felt would be mighty adequate under the circumstances. Either I could break one of the handles in half and stab a vampire with it’s pointy jagged edge, or as Sable suggested, I could plunge a vampire in the mouth and suck the fangs off its face. In absence of any better ideas, it sounded like a plan to me.

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Hearing my unfortunate predicament, Sable the jeweler made me a couple of amulets to help ward off danger.

The necklace carries bonafide holy water, and she gave me another one to wear elsewhere, but this isn’t that kind of story so you can just imagine whatever you like, but it’s because some vampires don’t just bite you in the neck, if you know what I’m saying. But there was a strange problem with it. Read more

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. Read more