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February 12, 2007


"I like my town...
With a little drop of poison."
-Tom Waits

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Jeff R.:The Goddess' Tear

On the Avenue of the Gods, just past the Street of Lanterns but before the Crooked Way, there stands a statue. The subject is some forgotten goddess, her cult centuries extinguished and extinct. In the eye of that statue is a blue glass tear. It is said that that tear is hollow, and within it is a poison. This poison, exposed to the air, would spread into a deadly cloud that would kill everyone in the city. It is also said that this is why in all the years and years of siege, the city has never rioted, never burned.

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David: That Must Have Been Some Town Council Meeting

The news ticker read, “Town popularity at five-year high as poison levels drop.”

“Bah!” said the old man. “Kids today.”

“Whatcha mean, Gramps?” asked Floyd.

“They don’t know what’s good for ‘em. A little poison now and again keeps ya strong, weeds out the weak.”

“Well, I think not poisoning the populace will be great for the tourist industry.”

“That’s what they want you to think. ‘Oh, let’s go to that town! Almost nobody gets poisoned there anymore!’”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Think a minute, Floyd. If we ain’t got no poison in us, what’s to keep the werewolves away?”

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