It's one of those Transcripts.
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Three Hours after the discovery that the spear had been taken.
Me: Well that's it. You know, the thief if probably left Seattle, I'm willing to bet they're on Blogger.
S: It's just like the Black Times.
Me: You'll have to set aside a few hours for Story Time.
S: Impossible. You. Interested in the history of our kin?
Me: I'm mixing it up today. I feel different. Hey, out of curiosity how many are there. . .y'know like us.
S: You. Myself. Your father. And three others.
S: Just three more you haven't met. In fact. . .I believe we should seek out our kin.
Me: Why? We need to look for that spear thing so we don't fucking die.
S: We most certainly will. The Hunt has already been interrupted far too many times, the Feast has been postponed, and this will not stand.
Me: Right. . .
S: I'm leaving this place. Come along if you'd like.
We then entered the Other Side and began heading. . .eastward I think.
Me: Where are we going?
S tilts his head to the side, and I can feel him digging around in my mind to find a certain word or concept.
S: We have. . .errands to run?
Me: Oh...that's going to suck isn't it.
S: I'm simply finishing up one of the prey.
Me: Oh I get it. Alright well. I'm going to have some fun.
S: Try not to go to the extreme when hunting.
Me: You have your concepts and I have mine. You go scare someone to death, I'll go rip some arms off, and we'll meet back in the woods.
He left and I exited the Other Side as well, growing in stature and watching my clothes melt into my skin and shift around until I was clad in a grey suit with a black tie. I made my facial features sink inside of my head along with my ears and closed my mouth.
I then proceeded to go on the wonderful killing spree I informed Morningstar of before his request.
I like killing. A lot. It's . . .an extraordinary feeling. To have someone's life hanging by a thread and then snipping said thread.