Scismatic Tendencies

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A few nights passed. I laid in my rack, mulling over the idea, that idea that had rooted itself in the base of my skull, echoing itself in my consciousness. It had been...difficult, trying to find someone, anyone else, that shared my sentiment. Sadly, my search seemed to be in vain. A bottle or two of Sidewinder Fang had coursed through me, and I felt it fan the flames. I would go out and try again. Maybe this time, someone would listen.

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