This is the last one, I promise.
Welcome to UndeadCleopatra!!! I believe her story will involve attack platypi, but I’ll let her tell it.
Robin
Robin has been actively recruiting new victims from her college radio show. This is the newest one.
Neato.
Well, I’ll try to make this as clear as possible. I was a Venetian witch in the 15th century, and the Cardinal of Venice was good enough to unmask my witchiness, so I turned him into a wombat before he could formally testify. Unfortunately, that didn’t keep the good people of the Republic of Venice from burning me at the stake. I woke up in the freezing cold, and since I was up on my Dante, knew that I was in the dreaded tenth level of hell. However, I hadn’t betrayed anyone (a tenth level prerequisite) so at first I was a little confused. It turned out that they wanted me to take a leadership position, to tighten ship, in other words. What can I say…my connections to Bob (or Roberto as I knew him) had netted me a plum spot. Hell, I even get a mink coat and my own chariot drawn by attack platypi. It doesn’t get much better than this.
You “turned him in to a wombat”.
Well.
First, you didn’t capitalize “Wombat” which is a well-nigh unforgivable error, as the first letter in the name of any Marsupial must be capitalized, or we’re all going to Hell. Praise Possums. Amen.
Secondly, did the Wombat (note capitalization) raise criminal charges against him? Did the Cardinal have a price on his head? Did you claim the reward?
Enquiring minds want to know!
He got better.
Hum…sadly, there was no reward on the Cardinal/Wombat’s head, and even if there had been, I was roasted long before I could have claimed it. When it came to criminal justice, those Venetians didn’t poke around.
hmmm…well, welcome to the boards.
Either you’re an inside joke, or you want to intrigue folks on your offkilter way of thinking, like online performance art. At any rate, your audience here is pretty jaded towards that kind of thing, just so ya know.
Okay, explanation. We needed weird radio personalities to go with the show, and these are what we came up with. In reality, we’re college students with a screwed up sense of humor. But we are from Hell for two hours every Saturday…
Oookay. Thank you 27th evil for clarifying something that I probably should have earlier. The mention of the attack platypi in the first post in this thread did it, I think. I had to explain that, but neglected to tell you all what it meant. Sorry 'bout that.
I’m curious, though. What happens when UndeadCleopatra meets DeadCleopatra and AliveCleopatra? Is there some kind of explosion?
Don’t confuse her. If she knew the answer to that she wouldn’t be in college, having reached the appropriate level of enlightenment already.
BTW, the answer is “Five”. Trust me.