RPM - acct 3/5 <rpm39788@Bayou.UH.EDU> wrote:

Buried deep within a pocket of John's trenchcoat, the
mysterious pen began to glow.

It sensed one of THEM near.

Something would have to be done, but the chosen one was
nowhere near.

It made do with what was handy.  Normally, this would be
impossible, but there was something strange it sensed about
its current owner.

Not quite Gemma Constantine Masters, but it would have to
do. 

My reaction can be summed up in three words

Death

Ribbon

Revolution


HTG (Becoming violently sick)
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