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Jesus Christ, you have mail.Jesus Christ sighed as he waited for Windows to boot, dreading what he'd see.Jesus Christ, you have mail. by *RalfMaximus
It was always worse than he expected, which on the surface seemed impossible... but he'd learned long ago questioning how his father worked merely rewarded him with blinding migraines. Mysterious ways, and all that.
Eventually Windows was up, and he clicked the Outlook icon. Drummed his fingers waiting for--
"Oh, geez..." he muttered. There were 240,970 new emails. Since yesterday. He wanted to cry. Oh well, nothing to do but get on with it.
The first one was spam, as was the second. And the third. Jesus had considered using junk-mail filters but hadn't found on
Creation Myth 414The Other hijacked Little-Boy's dreams, wresting them away from his sleeping head and molding them anew. Finally he blew into the mass, forming a new bubble of space-time. Almost as an afterthought he touched Little-Boy and brought him with.Creation Myth 414 by *RalfMaximus
"Where are we now?" Little-Boy looked around sleepily.
"Someplace new. Your world had grown tiresome. Do you like this place?"
"I guess," Little-Boy thought it dark and empty but was too polite to say so.
Sensing its companion's mood, the Other gave Little-Boy a rowboat with oars, thinking to entertain him. Little-Boy hauled on the oars with enthusiasm, and soon they jetted across the surface of t
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Hmmm... we'll just see how the firewall holds up against foreign lurking evil.