20101208:
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: Next series of rolls...
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: two d50 rolls: 13 and 17
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: two d50 rolls: 12 and 40
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: two d50 rolls: 50 and 17
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: two d50 rolls: 24 and 32
-{Citizen}- Ravin: FU!!
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: FU??????????
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: SERIFUCKINGOUSLY?
-{Citizen}- Ryvak: Ravin is Asian Foo'ing
-{Citizen}- Marin laughs
-{Citizen}- Arkenstar rolls on the floor laughing
-{Citizen}- Isaviel: wow nice Ravin., Insulting
-{Citizen}- Ravin: I suck at spelling
-{Citizen}- Traxes glares menacingly at Ryvak.
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: that's just....
-{Citizen}- Lucinda: grrr. can add and talk on phone
-{Citizen}- Aristotle: just......

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Ravin stares in horror toward the Aether as he experiences innumerable
physical and mental attacks from the mighty Aristotle. Ravin's skin begins
to bubble and pop as festering sores open up on his skin from which pus and
other vital fluids begin to ooze. His organs start to heat up and expand,
and onlookers gasp in horror as his body begins to bloat and emit a
rancorous stench.

Ravin's screams of pain and suffering echo throughout the entire planet,
and you feel your skin crawl and your stomach turn as you too feel a tiny
fraction of the horrific pain Ravin is enduring. You double over and fall
to the ground from the pain, and worry that your time has come to visit the
land of Mortis permanently...

What is left of Ravin's beaten and shredded body splatters onto the ground.
Where he once stood, there is now nothing but a disgusting, foul smelling
stain, and a pair of empty, steaming boots.

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