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"Gather round, my spirits and I shall tell you that tale of our cover stories..." says Death
"You see, all of us "Bad" guys (although I really think that we do the world good in our own way.) we have killed and /or eaten so many that we each took on the guys of someone that we had killed and here were our personas..."
Danny...
You are Wexford Snod ....a Scholar. You never came out to see the sunlight. You sat there day after day, head buried in books. And the books would tower around you and eventually swallow you up. So that you lived in the books. And no one ever saw you again. Except during Summer Holidays, where you would go to Lord Snout’s and remain in the library.
You touched the red pillow, the same pillow sat on by Wexford every day while he read his books. And it was the most comfortable illow in the hall and everyone wanted to sit on it, but Snod would not let them. One day he got thirsty and went to fix a drink and when he returned, two ladies were fighting over the pillow and it received a tear. And so from then on you never left the pillow. And now you’ve touched it and brought Wexford back.
JAG.
You are Lord Montague Prewitt, a man who was as much fond of cycling as he was of good drink. Many a day you would ride through the village to the pub or out into the country to Lord Stout's for the weekend. You would frequently drain the beer larder's dry. And inebreated he got. And would ride his bicycle through the halls, tracking mud everywhere and hitting a person or two, but not very hard.
You touched the golden mirror which you used to shamefully use as a coaster before it was fastened to the wall. That coaster would get rings on it. Horrid little rings that would refelect on each person who looked in the mirror.
Zinto.
You are Lord Chauncy Redbreast, a fat man of an insatiable appetite. Typically you would arrive in the early after noon, start eating and would not be finished until when the clock chimed at midnight. Spaghetti and steak and gooseberry pie. Duckling and watercrest and buns made of rye. All you would eat. and have 10 meals a day.
You touched the Pinot Grigio, a favorite of Lord Redbreast. He was eatig a mound of food one day and had made it through half and 7 bottles before and the last he had left to save for another time, for at halfway through his meal he had to suddenly run to the commode for he had a bad oyster in the three dozen he ate. And so he just never got back to his meal and his favorite wine. BUt now you have touched it and brought him back.
Daddy Torgo.
You are Camilla Farnsby, a clever woman of 33. The smallest you ever did see. Very petite and not much in height. Often she was mistook for a child, even in her classroom where she taught every day. One day there was a fire, a great fire at the school and as she got the children out the others mistook her as such and counted her along and ordered her go on the truck with the others, yet she had no mom and so to an orphanage she went. This small petite woman, a lady or cleverness wasn’t clever enough. But she was made ward of the estate during the infamous “adopt a child” day every year it would come. And so there she lived for a time.
The sofa that you touched was the very sofa she stood on many a time to see. When a picture was took she would be at the back standing on it. Or to reach a book on the sofa she went. And the beds, well too big were they for her. So they fixed it up for her to sleep on. They pampered her in a most unfortunate way. And the touch on the sofa has now brought her back there.
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