Dark Fnords 203.

Blacking out on pirate rum, intermittent consciousness.

I stagger out to the Cross Roads, a belligerent incarnated ball of rage, and I stand there, black wings flapping, wearing a large purple sombrero, and firing a toy laser gun into the air.

What I did not see was Yoalli Tlauana descend on the cross roads; and in a flash, the moment I blacked out, he fell from the sky bearing the Obsidian Blade. Cutting through my sternum like butter, my heart was gone— the blade gently slipped under my skin and slipped it lose in one piece.

I found my laser gun in the back yard two days later… I don’t recall going to my circle at all…

The Lost Reports of Chris Titan, 2006|09|20|16:05

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