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The name's Danny McGill. Miss me? Nah, me neither. Anyway, let's get y'all caught up to speed. I'm a demi-god working his way up in the world. Son of Dionysus, possessed of a magic staff called a 'thyrsus', an old horse eared fart named Silenus, a slowy growing circle of priestess called Maenads and a bitching pair of horns growing out of my head.
Other than that, I'm your fairly typical white-bred, low income 'aw shucks, god bless America' teen.
Except because of that other stuff, there are people out there who wanted to kill me, dissect me, God knows what to me. Well, God does no what, because those guys killed the Gods. Most of them anyway. As far as I figure they've got Amazons, cyborg assassins and who knows what else after me. Now mind, I ain't ever seen any of these guys, but my pal Silenus says they are starting to sniff around.
My best bet, is accumulating more followers, more power.
Right now I'm on my way home to induct another couple of priestess into my circle. I've got a car full of hooch, one of my best girls driving, and I'm feeling pretty good after finishing up a bite of Indian just before.
So the question is, head home and meet up with those missionaries waiting to show me the light of Jesus, or head off and try something else?
> head home, can't blow this date
> go some place else first (write-in)
https://twitter.com/lambiejoe
http://pastebin.com/4wNKzg3d
The name's Danny McGill. Miss me? Nah, me neither. Anyway, let's get y'all caught up to speed. I'm a demi-god working his way up in the world. Son of Dionysus, possessed of a magic staff called a 'thyrsus', an old horse eared fart named Silenus, a slowy growing circle of priestess called Maenads and a bitching pair of horns growing out of my head.
Other than that, I'm your fairly typical white-bred, low income 'aw shucks, god bless America' teen.
Except because of that other stuff, there are people out there who wanted to kill me, dissect me, God knows what to me. Well, God does no what, because those guys killed the Gods. Most of them anyway. As far as I figure they've got Amazons, cyborg assassins and who knows what else after me. Now mind, I ain't ever seen any of these guys, but my pal Silenus says they are starting to sniff around.
My best bet, is accumulating more followers, more power.
Right now I'm on my way home to induct another couple of priestess into my circle. I've got a car full of hooch, one of my best girls driving, and I'm feeling pretty good after finishing up a bite of Indian just before.
So the question is, head home and meet up with those missionaries waiting to show me the light of Jesus, or head off and try something else?
> head home, can't blow this date
> go some place else first (write-in)