Wish for fame - Revision history

RibbonsRed at 04:57, 23 July 2011

RibbonsRed — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 04:57:36 GMT

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	The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool."		The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool."

-	You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, into the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed.	+	You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... and bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, into the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed.

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RibbonsRed at 02:11, 23 July 2011

RibbonsRed — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 02:11:49 GMT

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	The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool."		The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool."

-	You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, at the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed.	+	You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, into the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed.

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RibbonsRed — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 02:10:55 GMT

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"Fairy I wish for fame. I want you make me famous."

The fairy smiles. "Of course. Just set me free and I will make you famous, silly fool."

You pull the fairy from the web. She flies about your head, and the world swirls in color until the shapes disappear. When you open your eyes you see gray walls... bars. Bars? You rub your eyes - something must be wrong. You feel odd grooves on your forehead. You stand and move to a mirror on the cement block wall. The grooves you felt were a swastika, carved into your flesh... you stare in disbelief in the mirror, at the face of Charles Manson. Famous you are, indeed.

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