"What happened Principal Ebbers?" Mrs. Billy stood with her husband, Mr. Billy, outside the ground of the school...
...what was left of it...
...which was everything...
...since nothing had happened to it...
....Mr. Billy smelled like turd.
The Principal responded, backing away from Mr. Billy, "Apparently there was a gas leak in Mr. Sticky's classroom. We heard the whole class laughing from the teacher's lounge, we think they were hallucinating, and then Dagon reaped their souls."
"Not again," gasped Mr. Billy, "You remembered to sacrifice the virgin this year, didn't you?"
"Of course. We didn't make the mistake from 10 years. This year it was 5 virgins, just to be extra sure, but it didn't work. Dagon just seems to be more hungry than usual."
Mrs. Billy started sobbing.
"There there," soothed Principal Ebbers, "I know what will cheer you two up: a history channel documentary about the revolutionary war! It was the last thing your little Billy would have learned about before he shed his mortal coil and left this dimension as we know it!"
Husband and wife began to wail together.
"Well if you're not going to join me, I guess I'll just watch it by myself. I was always a sucker for those cheesy dramatizations." The principal put the tape in the vcr in the teacher's lounge and began to make some popcorn. Dagon continued on as he has always and as he will forever more into the deep darknes of eternity!
Dagon reaping the souls of school-children. This is what happens when creative writing takes a turn towards the incredibly inane and bizarre.
(OP: Nate, September 24 2007)
...what was left of it...
...which was everything...
...since nothing had happened to it...
....Mr. Billy smelled like turd.
The Principal responded, backing away from Mr. Billy, "Apparently there was a gas leak in Mr. Sticky's classroom. We heard the whole class laughing from the teacher's lounge, we think they were hallucinating, and then Dagon reaped their souls."
"Not again," gasped Mr. Billy, "You remembered to sacrifice the virgin this year, didn't you?"
"Of course. We didn't make the mistake from 10 years. This year it was 5 virgins, just to be extra sure, but it didn't work. Dagon just seems to be more hungry than usual."
Mrs. Billy started sobbing.
"There there," soothed Principal Ebbers, "I know what will cheer you two up: a history channel documentary about the revolutionary war! It was the last thing your little Billy would have learned about before he shed his mortal coil and left this dimension as we know it!"
Husband and wife began to wail together.
"Well if you're not going to join me, I guess I'll just watch it by myself. I was always a sucker for those cheesy dramatizations." The principal put the tape in the vcr in the teacher's lounge and began to make some popcorn. Dagon continued on as he has always and as he will forever more into the deep darknes of eternity!
Dagon reaping the souls of school-children. This is what happens when creative writing takes a turn towards the incredibly inane and bizarre.
(OP: Nate, September 24 2007)
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