HNP- Half Nekke'd Peaches

Seeing as though I missed last week's HNT I figured a tandem HNT was in order.


(I think she enjoyed this as much as I did)

I'm definitely bringing this girl's naughty side out, hehehe.





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Love Leaches And Maggots

The medicinal use of leaches and maggots is not a new practice by any means. They are used in nearly every modern hospital to perform duties contrary to their reputations.

If a person were to sever a finger, after being sewn back on a leach would be applied to the tip of the finger to drain blood and encourage the body to pump blood to the reattached appendage. Or if a person were to have a gaping wound with sever necrosis, it would be common to bandage maggots into the open wound to consume the rotting flesh preserving the healthy tissue.

Naturally these little creatures are still revered as disgusting, but they can still do some good despite themselves.

So could this apply to a person? Could a bad person use their "badness" to help someone?



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Attention All Blog-Girls

I’ve decided to give my self a little writing project and it involves all the girls out there. I want to write a “naughty” post (erotica, if you will) and I want it to be a culmination of all the things that turn you girls on.

What I want is for all the girls out there (even the ones lurking) to comment on this post and give up two things that personally turn you on. Once I have enough comments I’m going to weave them all into one story. So come on girls, comment away.

(hehehe, come on girls…)



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Is It Wrong To Urinate On A Homeless Man For Ten Dollars?

Yes, because they’ll let you do it for less.


btw, this was stolen from Shora

Your Deadly Sins

Lust: 100%

Wrath: 60%

Envy: 40%

Gluttony: 40%

Sloth: 40%

Greed: 20%

Pride: 20%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 46%

You'll die from overexertion. *wink*

How Sinful Are You?

um... it doesn't add up to 100%, but it is 100% me



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Oh Shit... It's Back

A while back I wrote about a video game scourge that consumed not only time, but life it's self.

(For those of you who don't remember, click here)

That's right, Diner Dash... Has re-spawned!


Oh sure, we saved her business, now we have to save everyone else's too?

Here go more precious hours of our lives.


We might be doomed, very doomed...



For the love of god, no one tell amber...


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A Pick-Up Line Inspired By Transience

After reading this post on Transience's blog I thought of a way to turn it into the perfect pick-up line:


All matter in the universe is subject to gravity

All matter in the universe has it's own gravity

We are attracted to another on a subatomic level. The forces that pulled the cosmos themselves onto one another are the same that are pulling us together right now, at this very moment...

So a blowjob is really out of the question, is it?



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Gamer Rules

Greeting and salutations all!

Lately I’ve been finding a lot of gamers between my two jobs and have even been invited to a few gaming parties (of course I have no time to play, but regardless). So with that I thought I’d make up a list of gamer rules for all that are unfamiliar. These rules apply to PC & Platform games (Platform = Game Cube, Playstation, x box, yadda yadda)


1. If you wish to brag or talk about a game incessantly you must be willing to share/loan/ or play with the other person. (Don’t be a cock tease)

2. Borrowing someone else’s game implies that you will return it. YOU DO NOT JUST KEEP IT, the game and manual must be returned in the condition they are borrowed. (The only exception to this is if they disappear and give you no means to return it.)

3. If you are loaning someone a game you are entitled to borrow one of his or her games as a form of collateral. (Pick a game on par with yours, just incase).

4. You may not cheat (or cheese) an opponent for any reason in any way unless it is agreed that the game is a “no holds bard” match.

5. Camping* is strongly discouraged due to it making the game play boring/uneventful. (Camping is when you sit in a sniping position and wait for a really long time until the other player walks in front of you)

6. If a “n00b” joins into the game you are obligated to “big brother” him unless he’s a prick, then the n00b is free game. (n00b= newbie = someone who has never played or is just really green.)

7. No pausing in the middle of a game unless fair warning has been given especially during fighting games. (It throws off your groove.)

8. Supply your own controller. (“I know it’s my spare controller but that doesn’t mean I want you to throw it”)

9. If you have people over for gaming then you must have enough game to go around, and if you’re invited don’t bring an incorrect amount of people. (3 people in a 4-person game are just lame, and uneven teams are always an issue.)

10. “Talking shit” is all part of playing, but it must be confined to the gaming it’s self (Fist fights do break out occationally: “You’re fucking terrible, the only person I’ve ever seen suck harder that you is your mom!”)

So it is written, so it shall be done.
(Now to chisel these into some stone tablets…)





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Icky Day

Yesterday was just full of ickyness.

A little after midnight (still technically the same day) I’m driving home, it’s a clear night and suddenly a clear fluid started dripping on my through my rear window. There was no rain nor dew, so I have no idea what it was. All I know is it spattered on the dried sweat on my arms (I just got off from my night job) creating a bit of a mess.

In the morning (after oversleeping) I jumped in my car and sped down the road. As I was driving I felt a slight tickle on the back of my neck. The tickle increased until I reached up and grabbed a big spider that was trying to nestle behind my ear. When I grabbed it popped squirting spider jizz all over my hand (luckily no behind my ear).

At work I felt a sniffle coming on. The sniffle got worse till I realized that my nose was bleeding. So I snorted back as much as I could and tromped off to the bathroom. There I proceeded to fill up countless paper towels with blood. To make matters worse the bathroom has one of those trashcans with the metal swing tops so while I’m hemorrhaging I’m wiping down the bathroom like Norman Bates on a blind date. Finally I cleaned enough blood up so that I could tell my boss that I may need to take a longer lunch in case I start bleeding again (where’s my nose tampons?) and yes it continued dripping down my throat all the way through lunch.

Man, with the way that day was going I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had pissed on my shoe at the urinals (I actually worry about that every time I use one.)


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Eye-Rony

Oh cruel fate, how you mock me.

Seriously, whom did I piss off?

Here’s the deal, at my day job the monitor I had was really crappy. The top of the screen and bottom of the screen were kinda fuzzy, not really obvious, but enough to give me a headache every day. The monitor it’s self was kinda small as well, so all in all it sucked ass.

Today they finally gave me a new LCD monitor, but is this a good thing? Oh nooooooo. Turns out it’s not the monitor; it’s the damn video card in the tower. Now my boss thinks I’m nuts because I’m already complaining about my new monitor after she literally fought with IT to get it for me.

To top it off now that this monitor is twice the size of my old one. So now not only is the fuzzy problem amplified, but everyone behind me can see everything I’m doing.
I actually think I can feel my retinas burning.


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The Dumb Smart Guy

I’ve always considered myself a pretty smart guy, but here is a list of some of the dumb things I’ve done (and may do again)…


· When I was a kid I made a blowgun out of a copper pipe. I had pretty good aim with it, one day I was so impressed with a shot I made I flipped the pipe around in my hand and smacked my self with it. I was too embarrassed to tell my parents that I put a gouge in the lens of my brand new glasses.

· I have a bad stomach so I can’t eat spicy food and I can’t eat eggs (along with millions of other things) yet the other morning I ate a spicy egg burrito.

· While looking for a job I would e-mail numerous people regarding jobs and so on. In the e-mails I would always include that I am well versed in computers as well as many commonly used programs… then I would forget to attach my resume to the e-mail.

· I was always coming up with new ways to do things, and safety precautions for minor tasks. When we used to go fishing I would always tie a rope around my reel so that if a fish ever hit it I wouldn’t lose my pole. Every time we went fishing my family would tease me for this (natch). So finally I decided I would just take off the rope so the wouldn’t pick on me. With in seconds of doing so the pole flew off the boat and back into the water. (ironically I had caught that pole fishing in that same lake a year before.)

· A while back my foot started to hurt. Every day the pain got worse and worse until I was actually limping on a regular basis. I considered going to a doctor until I realized that I was just tying my shoe too tight.

· I decided I’d help out my parents one day by hooking their TV up to their stereo speakers. I wired everything into place and had the whole thing working. But then I wondered what would happen if I turned on the stereo while the TV was on… the deafening POP was the last thing I heard before the “you blew up my TV!” lecture came from my dad.

· When I was with my ex I tried to refill her power steering fluid on her car but poured it into the break fluid reservoir… I essentially ruined her car.

· When I was a kid my family and I went out on one of our family water skiing trip. On a particularly choppy day we pulled into the dock and the boat was bobbing up and down quite a bit. I decided in my 9-year-old mind, to grab the dock to steady a boat full of 12 adults. The boat began grinding up against the dock with only my thumb between them. It took my mind a moment to wrap around the idea that all the skin had been rubbed off my thumb.

· When fishing with my dad and brother, I was usually more interested in the creatures living near the water than the fish I was supposed to be catching. One day while I was at the bottom of a lakeside cliff my dad caught a fish. As he was reeling it in the kept getting caught on the rocks. So I decided to run over and help bring the fish up (seeing as though I was at the water’s edge.) the instant I grabbed the line the fish let go, and with the full force my dad was pulling up on the fish the hook went into my hand. Oh yes, the barbs got tangled in the tendons of my hand, and yes, it took forever to actually pull the hook out…

· I decided to post a list that proves that I’m slightly retarded…



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Definition

Exile (ex-ile) n.~ a form of punishment via expulsion.


Any Questions?


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This Can’t Be Right

Ok, I know working in a machine shop you’re going to see tools and machines that you never see anywhere else. And I know some of them have very peculiar nicknames (IE: Piranha, Thunder, Lightning...). So why did I just read this on someone dry erase board:

“Please clean up Hooker fluid after use”


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Southern California, Barbie Style

I usually don't just go cutting and pasteing e-mails and calling them blog entries, but this this on is pretty spot on. anyone who wants to know about the areas of southern california can just take a tour with Barbie:


Mattel recently announced the release of Limited-Edition O.C. Dolls for the Southern California market:

Irvine Barbie: This princess Barbie is only sold at The Irvine Spectrum. She comes with an assortment of Louis Vuitton handbags, a Lexus SUV, a toy dog named Honey, and a cookie-cutter house. Available with or without tummy tuck and face lift. Workaholic Ken sold only in conjunction with "augmented" version.

Orange Barbie: This modern-day homemaker Barbie is available with Ford Windstar Minivan and white silouette stickers of family members on the rear window. Known as a "soccer mom" she gets lost easily and has no full time occupation or secondary education. Has PTA membership and comes with Tupperware accessories. Cell phone sold separately.

Garden Grove: Barbie In addition to perfect English, this Barbie also speaks fluent Japanese, Chinese, Mandarin and Tagalog. Comes with her own street-racing import car, complete with Japanese animation decals. Large collection of video games sold separately. Careers or homes for this Barbie are not available, because she will stay with her parents until they die. If you purchase a Ken doll, he must move into her family's home and wait for their inheritance.

Buena Park Barbie: This recently paroled former "Porn Actress" Barbie comes with a 9mm handgun, a Ray Lewis knife, a Chevy with dark tinted windows, and a meth lab kit. This model is only available after dark and can only be paid for in cash.

Tustin Ranch Barbie: This yuppie Blond Barbie comes with your choice of a convertible Mercedes AMG55 or a Cadillac Escalade. Included are her own Starbucks cup, credit card, and Curves membership. Comes also with Giorgio Armani fragrance, Gucci bag and Kate Spade sunglasses. Additional options for this set are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper. (You won't be able to afford any of them).

Yorba Linda Barbie: This brunette Barbie is the sister to Tustin Ranch Barbie and comes with or without highlights. She comes with a BMW convertible or Hummer H2, Kenneth Cole Sunglasses, a Country Club Membership, and a Pier 1 credit line. Options for Yorba Linda Barbie are the Shiseido makeup kit; the Bvlgari jewelry set, or the Prada shoe collection. Yorba Linda Barbie has optional yuppie Ken doll complete with Corvette, hair gel and Rolex watch.

Newport Beach Barbie: This collagen injected, rhinoplastic Barbie wears an Yves Saint Laurent leopard print bikini outfit and drinks cosmopolitans while entertaining friends at the beach house. Percocet prescription and monthly alimony checks are included. This Barbie is only sold in Fashion Island.

Laguna Beach Barbie: This doll comes complete with craft set. She has long straight brown hair, archless feet, no makeup, and Birkenstocks with white socks. She prefers that you call her "Willow." She does not want or need a Ken doll, but if you purchase two Laguna Beach Barbie's, you get a rainbow flag sticker free.

Long Beach Barbie: This Barbie now comes with a stroller and infant doll. Optional accessories include a GED and a bus pass. Gangsta Ken and his '79 Caddy were available, but are now very difficult to find since the addition of an infant.

Huntington Beach Barbie: This very tan Barbie comes with string bikini, wet suit, 3 friendship bracelets and surfboard. An MP3 player, Blockbuster video membership, pair of Vans and a beach cruiser are also included. Optional is her Lifeguard Yellow Ford Ranger with board rack (free KROQ sticker included!) Spicolli Ken can be purchased separately and comes with Hawaiian shirt and board shorts.

Rancho Santa Margarita Barbie: She 's perfect in every way. Her home is perfect. Her family is perfect. Comes with a part time job to earn her own spending money and a bible for church on Sundays. Also has a pre-assigned carpool day. We don't know who Ken is because he's always away hunting or biking or something...

Santa Ana Barbie: This Spanish-speaking-only Barbie comes with a 1984 Toyota with expired temporary plates and three baby Barbies in the back seat, but no car seats. The optional Ken doll comes with a meat-packer's uniform and is missing three fingers on his left hand. Green cards are not available for Santa Ana Barbie or Ken.

OUT OF COUNTY BARBIES:

Fontana Barbie: This pale model comes dressed in low rise Levi's, a NASCAR shirt, and a Tweety Bird tattoo on her shoulder. She has a six-pack of Coors Light and a Hank Williams, Jr. CD set.! She can spit over 5 feet and kick mullet-haired Ken's ass when she is drunk. A mobile home is also available.

Norco Barbie: This tobacco chewing, brassy-haired Barbie comes with her own horse and dog! Her ensemble includes pair of Wrangler jeans (2 sizes too small), straw hat, fake rhinestone belt and belt buckle bought from the local pawn shop. Purchase her pickup truck separately and get a confederate flag bumper sticker -absolutely free!

Hemet Barbie: This aging Barbie is best kept indoors. She comes complete with wire grocery stroller, Omni Trans bus pass, food stamps, c! oupon book and sewing machine. Optional mobile home comes with choice of colored rock and various cactus varieties.

West Hollywood Barbie/Ken: This versatile doll can be easily converted from Barbie to Ken by simply adding or subtracting the multiple "snap-on" parts


And I just had to come up with my own~

Lake Elsinore Barbie: This brittle haired Barbie has really moved up in the world, the days of hooking up with Ken in her Ford Escort are thing of the past. This Barbie rents an apartment in for pennies on the food stamp but dreams of owning a rundown home. She comes with the optional Walmart vest which can be turned indside out to become a Big Lots vest (incase she decideds just not to got to work anymore.) ($.98 Store playset not included.)

Optional L.E. Ken is sold seperately with "action" couch and MGD bottles. (Ken cannot be removed from couch.)




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Disinfectant

I’m sitting here at my desk, bored, (natch), so I decided now was as good as any time to stretch. As I’m stretching I look over at my container of Disinfecting Desk & Office Wipes and quickly read the instructions. Here’s the part that got me:

Instructions: … For heavily soiled surfaces, clean before following disinfecting instructions. Not for personal cleansing. This is not a baby wipe.
um…. Is there someone out there that said “hmmm, well, it did a good job on my desk, time to wipe Jr’s pooper…”


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And In Other News…

For those of you following the chronicles of Exile I though I’d give you a brief update of what’s going on.

· Tomorrow is my birthday, twenty-six years ago on this day the heavens parted, dark clouds swirled into a maelstrom, and evil once again walked the earth. It’s kind of weird for me to talk about my birthday, honestly, I usually forget about it. People always ask me what I want and I never really think of anything. Of course, ask me about someone else’s b-day and I have a million ideas. The other thing too is that I’m at 2 jobs were I’m the new guy, most people don’t even know my name, so it’s kinda awkward to walk into a room and go “hey, tomorrow is my birthday… what do you mean ‘who am I?’… Oh…”

· I finally bought the relays for the windshield wipers for my truck (which have been burned out for a year). The notable significance to this is that I live in Planet California, which means that I bought these things at the point in the year where I will not need to use my wipers again for another year… This is what happens when you’re cheap and you procrastinate. I might as well get my snowboard waxed while I’m at it.

· I hate my night job. The funny thing is that it’s part time work and it’s supposed to be easy money, the reality is that it’s nothing but stress. I’d bail on the job, but I still need to make back the money I lost while I was jobless.

· Peaches had a pretty rough night on Sunday, it was number 8 for her. It’s a tough job being the one called in for emergencies, people often don’t make it. You can read a little more on it here.

· This may be one of the most powerful blogs I’ve ever read, ironically there’s not much written on it. http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ (fyi, the blog changes every sunday, so you'll see a completely new set and the old ones go away.)

· I was so bored at work last week that I went on one of my world famous cleaning benders. I cleaned counters, dusted, reorganized, scrubbed my keyboard, cleaned out my Internet files, disinfected my mouse… The president of the company walked up behind me and actually said “they’re keeping you pretty busy,” while I was cleaning fingerprints off the door.

· No matter how hard I try, I still don’t have super powers.


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A New Blog For You To Review

I found this guy's blog and he's got some pretty good kung-fu. He's like a young Carmine (except sans Mitzee and a lack Clack)

if you have the inclination, check him out
http://skookumjoe.blogspot.com/

The conclusion I've come to so far from reading his blog is this:
Australia is like someone made Canada it's own island.


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Is This Sexual Harassment?

I’m at work and the copier reads up an error message: Periodic Maintenance Required. So, being my job and all, I call in the copier to the Toshiba people.

Toshiba Girl: Thank you for calling Toshiba service, how may I help you.
Exile: yes, I need to call in for Periodic Maintenance on our Toshiba Copier
Toshiba Girl: ok, and what’s the ID number
Exile: it’s _______________
Toshiba Girl: Ok, and what do you mean by periodic maintenance
Exile: I don’t know, I think it just needs chocolate and wants to be held.
Toshiba Girl: what? (She lets out a small laugh).
Exile: well, the error message is reading out Periodic Maintenance
Toshiba Girl: Ok, I’ll send someone out then.


So do you think I’m fired?


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HNT- Half Nekk’ed Kumquat

Kumquat~ what you say when you’re talking dirty to your pet Quat

-Or-

I want (to) Kum(on your)quat

I suppose you’re wondering, “why is Exile trying to rum his kumquat in my face?” and “what should I do with it now that I have all the Kumquat laying around. (will it stain?)” Honestly, I don’t have an answer for any of you*.

(*actually, I just like saying Kumquat)

But I can tell you that I really do like this little tree. I’ve had it for a long time, just moving it around with me wherever the winds of fate blow me (hehehe, blow me). For a long time it was quite dormant, producing only a single kumquat (which consequently rotted and fell off). I want to say it’s a symbol of overcoming strength and adversity in a world over run with citrus options… but it’s not. It’s just a kumquat tree, providing tasty little bit of sustenance to would-be grazers.

So for HNT I present my Kumquat tree.

I’m aware it looks more like a bush than a tree but it’s getting bigger! (you bastards)

Oh, and if you’re wondering what that bush like plant is on the right, well, ever wonder what would happen if you took that potato that was growing vines in the fridge and planted it? That’s your answer. Btw, at the rate it’s growing, it’s nearly doubled its size since this pic.

(btw, I know you're seeing this on friday...)


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The Boy Who Cried Wolf

The Boy Who Cried Wolf
By: Exile

In a time long ago, a midst the rolling hills, a village lay nestled, cut off from the rest of the world. The village was a simple one, who maintained its livelihood from their ample flocks of sheep. The village was steeped in old traditions and abided by them for many years. Despite their simple nature the shepherds of the village knew that the flock of sheep must be protected at all costs.

As was done in the days of old, one boy was chosen to sit atop the sacred hill and watch over the flock during the night. The boy, Sachris, was the son of one of the village elders and was told since he was a young child what an honor this duty was. And while Sachris heard the elders tell him of these things, he was always too busy playing to actually listen to them. In fact, the first night he was to ascend the sacred hilltop all he really knew about his new duty was that he was to watch over the flock from the flat stone atop the hill and there would be a wolf eventually.

As Sachris prepared to leave his hut, his mother hugged him tightly, with tears in her eyes and left him to speak with his father.

“Father,” Sachris asked. “Is there something troubling momma?”

“Those are tears of pride son,” he stated. “She knows the boy you are now will never return, and that you will come home man. This is a great honor you bring upon us.”

“But father,” Sachris questioned. “Why do I have to go up there and watch for wolves? I’ve never seen a wolf anywhere near the village.”

“That is why you must go son,” he said softly. “You will take your prepared place atop the sacred hill to protect our flock.”

As he left his hut he noticed that the village seemed awfully quiet for such a nice afternoon, he walked toward the hill and saw one of his friends peeking out of a window in his hut. Sachris approached the window, but his friend’s mother pulled him back inside the hut. Sachris simply shrugged and continued walking. The thought about how silly these people can be, and that sitting on some rock on some hill wasn’t that special. Sachris climbed the hill, occasionally batting sheep out of his way as he walked. Upon reaching the flat stone boredom and fatigue soon set in and within moments and soon enough he nodded off.

The next morning he awoke to the sound of bleating, the sheep lazily grazed, but there was no wolf, and there were no signs of a wolf. He made himself a small breakfast from the pack his mother made him, and then waited. There was nothing, even the wind seemed listless. He thought of his friends in the village playing all the games he was missing out on and began to hate this new duty.

“Stupid sheep.” He exclaimed throwing a rock at the grazing sheep.

Hours passed and what started as a single rock being tossed turned into a game for Sachris, a game that lasted until the sheep moved out of range.

As night fell Sachris realized that doing nothing all day is only fun when you have responsibilities that you’re avoiding. As shadows crossed the hills he thought he saw something move among the sheep. While it appeared to be nothing but a trick of the light, Sachris decided to play a trick of his own. From the top of his lungs he started yelling, “Wolf! Wolf!” After a while he saw a few torches approaching from the village. He giggled at the idea of all the frightened villagers coming up to see that there was no wolf. He realized that there was only six figures coming towards him, he recognized the robes and realized it was the elders.

His father removed his hood and glared at Sachris, anger and confusion danced across his face as the other elders turned and walked away.

“Son, what have you done?” His father demanded.

“I was…” Sachris stuttered. “I was just bored, I’m sorry.”

“This is a great honor,” his father warned. “Do not disappoint me.”

The next night came and Sachris again felt his boredom rising within him, he cried out again. And in a timely fashion the elders reappeared on the hill and again his father scolded him. The elders returned to the village as Sachris sat on the flat stone, still upset about his father’s words. Soon Sachris was alone again atop the flat stone. The night air grew colder as his breath hung before him. He wrapped his blanket tightly around himself as he attempted to fend off the cold. Every bit of skin exposed to the cold was unbearably chilled, every part, save for his neck.

The heat on his neck felt like that of the sun beating down on him when he played with his friends, but the began to come in short bursts. Sachris completely froze; terror gripped him as the hot wind on his neck was enveloped by sounds of growling. Sachris jumped to his feet, only to be slammed down onto the flat stone. He tried to cry out wolf, but all that came out was a shrill scream, cut short by the sound of gurgling. The wolf pulled back for a moment, consuming the large chunk of Sachris’ throat. Blood surged from Sachris’ body as he vainly attempted to crawl toward the village. Again the wolf’s fangs tore into his body, ripping open his stomach and smearing his organs across the ground. The blood pouring from the boy’s body began to fill in all the etched lines in the top of the flat stone. After consuming his fill of flesh, the wolf let out a blood-curdling howl and retreated into the darkness.

Once again the six elders climbed to the top of the sacred hill, this time followed by numerous members of the village. As they reached the top of the sacred hill the elders surrounded the flat stone and began chanting. The villagers gazed at the flat stone with grief and reserve.

“Dear brothers and sisters,” Sachris’s father addressed. “While no one here may mourn for the life of my son my than my self, his death was not in vain.”

The villagers speak quietly to themselves, a hush falls over them as Sachris’ father raises his hand.
“My son gave his life to appease the wolf spirit.” Sachris’ father motioned to the top of the stone alter. “His blood now fills the etching on the alter as his ancestors before him. He sacrificed himself to the wolf spirit to preserve and protect our way of life. There is no greater honor than that.”


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