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[mauvaisgarcon.insanejournal.com]

Uhmm... Hello? So, I got this email, and here I am.
I don't know if I've missed a worldwide memo here or something, because I have no idea what this is. I mean, I get a lot of anonymous mail—you know, fan mail, proposals, and such—but this is creeping me out more than usual. I must have also missed some technological advancement, since I'm pretty sure printers had to be turned on before they spewed out papers.

Just to make things clear, I'm Nathaniel Gallagher, age 21, male model yes, contain your orgasms.
Again, if anyone could kindly explain the situation, I'd be very much entitled to rewarding someone with a nice dinner or a glass of wine.

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[mauvaisgarcon.insanejournal.com]

Yes, dear god, I am drowning in shit right now. Nice to know I'm not the only one.
I'm not sure how to respond to this ex-god thing, which I'm supposedly part of too. Though, I need some answers. So, not that I'm agreeing to any of this, but for now, I'll stick around.

So, which god/goddess are you? :).

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Kali, apparently. Fuck, babycakes, I'm about as new at this whole god shit as you are. Six months ago, I'd have said this was a one-way ticket to Crazytown Central. Still ain't all the way convinced it ain't anyway.

[mauvaisgarcon.insanejournal.com]

Six months? Damn. It's barely been a day and everything's clearly fucked up. I wonder when we'll find some proper answers.

Kali? I've read some of your stories in passing. I have to say, you are quite badass. Me, I have no idea who I'm supposed to be.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Don't look at me, shug. I don't know shit about this mess. I got my necklace back, but fuck if I know what I'm supposed to do now.

And, shit, kid. I'm a prize fighter now. Or I was. They've suspended me from the circuit until they can decide if I have an unfair advantage or some stupid fucked-up shit. Still, getting to beat the shit out of people for a living ain't bad.

[mauvaisgarcon.insanejournal.com]

Haha, looks like we're both more or less on square one.

Damn, girl. Nice one! Don't mind them. They're all just bitter that we're special and they're not; that's not our fault. You deserve to be up there. We'll get them to come around soon enough.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Thanks, babycakes. I get back in the ring, I'll send you tickets.