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September 8, 2005

Ted: Prophylaxis

Screaming for the guards to open the gates, he ran to the keep. The confused guards opened up as soon as they realized their liege was outside the walls.

"My Lord, how did you get outside the walls? Explain, please" The captain of the guard was on the very edge of propriety demanding answers thusly, but the this night's confusion had suspended propriety.

"The lights, they spoke. Angels they were, I thought. They spoke of a plague coming soon. We must prepare. Kill every rat, burn the bodies, stop all travellers from the East. This shall not get past Constantinople!'

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Prophylaxis... *falls down laughing*

Posted by: Stacy at September 8, 2005 8:57 AM · Permalink