From: Saint Paul of Antioch ( Subject: [PW] The Last Battle Newsgroups: Date: 2000-11-01 17:40:12 PST Waves crashed on the cliffs below Me and the bright full moon was shining distantly in the night. I could hear the hootings of the Noctowls in the trees nearby. My eyes saw none of it and my ears heard none of it. I was blind deaf and mute to the world. And I was alone. I spat on the dirt beside me, reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of Jack D. The stuff burned my throat as I drank it, and it tasted like shit. I didn't care. Procyon was dead. Nova Killed him, the vaporous bastard. I'm still not sure, even to this day, exactly how it happened. All I know was that it was on a windy night four months ago. It was just me and Procyon, Suik had left us a few weeks prior and... As I said before, I don't remember exactly what happened. All I know is that when I woke up, there was Procyon, dead. And me with blood all over me and a blood stained knife in my hand. I realized what had happened Instaneous and complete ultra-planar and spiritual control. Or Possession I guess if you want to keep it simple. He had killed Procyon using my body. I took another drink of the JD, and spat it out over the cliff. Terrible shit, but it made me feel better. I glanced at the sky, even though I couldn't really see anything. I guess it really doesn't matter, Odds are it was too dark to see anyway. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it carefully. I took a drag and threw it away in disgust. You're stalling Taron. I said to myself, get it over with already. I got up, walked over to the side of the cliff, knelt down and prayed. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to Keep. And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take. I stood up, took a deep breath, held it, and stepped off the cliff. -- -Saint Paul of Antioch