Ps was leaning against the wall tiptoe'ing. He hoped to reach the exit down the hall. In the center of the room stood the beast. There was no other way to describe it. He had just witnessed it grow immensely from human form to a over-sized furry beast of immense power. It had no seen him yet, as it was just sitting there looking at the giant window where the full moon showed. The full moon that had somehow last for 7 days so far. Ps was about 10 feet from the door when the beast gave a sniff, pawed the ground and then turned. Looking it in the face Ps blanched, and his bladder gave way. He knew he was doomed, and with this he gave a soft cry of "Mommy".
Suddenly a man came forward with a shining bible, held before him! His presence was powerful and unmistakable! This was a priest in his fullest of glory! This man was a savior unto mankind! "You shall not have this one beast! For I shall not let ye! Feel the wrath of the one true God and all his glory!". The Lycanthrope howled in pain and slammed against the the floor as all its muscles gave out. The priest moved forward and his words rang like a hundred church bells, a hundred singers, with the fullness of faith and purity as he said "Ye have felt his wrath, now feel his mercy. Lycanthropes are cursed by evil, but can be saved. Reach now and touch this instrument of my faith and be saved!"
Reaching up Gwynedd touched the bible. His paw shuddered. A ripple went up and down his back. Suddenly he started glowing. The glow grew to a blinding symphony of light. A howl of pain went through the room, one so beastial as to be explained, as the beast realized all its sins and was angonized by them. Meanwhile Ps watching all this had seen to much, he was scared of the whole of events even though the priest was obviously a savior. It was just to much for his wracked mind to handle so he ran outside.
Ps kept running and running. His home was about two miles out. He sought the shelter of his home so desperately so he could think the events of the night thoroughly through. Only he never had a chance. Three dark forms slowly descended from the sky in front of him. Their faces twisted and hungry. Ps screamed loudly only for one to say "Tsk tsk, it is not for the dinner to speak". An unseen power gripped his throat as one raised a hand and clenched it from many feet away. Cut off from screaming Ps felt his sphincter give way as well. It was just to much for him. The vampires slowly walked forward, as if in no hurry for their meal. Ps shuddered as they showed a smile and with it their large pointy fangs. His last thoughts as he died was "I should not have insulted Einstein so!"
Everything bad in the economy is now Obama's fault. Every job lost, all the debt, all the lost retirement funds. All Obama. Are you happy now? We all get to blame Obama!
Kemp currently not being responded to until he makes CONCISE posts.
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