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Does anyone else have dreadfully signifigant premonitions for the sake of White Wolf? I know I do. Just the other day, an albino possum scrambled up to me and chittered as if trying to relay a warning. Chitter, chitter, it said, and I knew immediately this was the "ghost possum" of fable and legend. Notably, it had a spiral horn on its forehead, but also the feathery angel wings on its back gave it away.
"Hello," I said, "you're a bit far North..." I had seen the southern cross a few weeks before this possum, so its appearance in my Wisconsin suburb was not so surprising.
The possum chirruped to me that White Wolf was working on an MMORPG. It rubbed its horn against my leg happily. "Ah?" I said, not surprised, "in house? None of those guys could code an ANSI graphic grid let alone a MMORPG capable of selling against heavy competition, although I don't rule out an online version of Bicycle Pump: the Backscratcher."
Three weeks later, I found the possum dead nearby Clover and Randolph; the poor fellow had been shot in the heart by what looked to be a White Wolf Arthaus bullet. Those guys really should avoid signature ammunition.
So, keep in mind that White Wolf is behind all UFO abductions, at least those of marsupials, and operate using unethical subterfuge and criminal discrepency from their presidential charter.
Ahem. I am also to understand that the Queen of England does Mark Rein*Hagen. In a tree. With bobby socks.
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