“If this is goodbye, say it properly”, orates the disgruntled audio engineer as he sacrifices his evil boss, Monsieur Shimm. The other night, whilst he was prancing about the streets of some no name, podunk, run down, tiny, doesn’t even show up on the map, town, he encounters the village mystic, Grandma Gawker. Grandma Gawker pulled him into her little tent on the side of the road and made him sit for a tarot reading. She stood about, gathering the necessary “materials” for the tarot reading she promised him. As she lights the incense sticks strewn about the tent, smoke from her makeshift chimney spells out NI**A for whichever reason. Right before she makes the reading she sits and spaces out for roughly fifteen minutes before resuming their session as if no time had passed. As she shuffles the cards and communes with her spirits, she gains an incredibly blank and distant look on her face before she genuinely starts tweaking. As she returns to normal the audio engineer, who goes by the name of Gorian Bunns, receives his reading. Grandma Gawker pulls out his three tarot cards before she explains them. The first card, the upright hanged man, she explains, signifies sacrifice and release. His second card, an upright death card, means that the end of a cycle and that he will go through a great change. The third card, a reversed devil card signifies his soon to be freedom from control, and a release from the drags of his life. Granny Gawker said his fate was to be a dark one, unless he made a change soon. She did not elaborate on the change but hinted it had something to do with his occupation. Feeling confused and dejected he returns home to ponder on the guidance he received from the Gawker. Whilst on his walk home he falls into a ditch and he stumbles upon a sacrificial ritual. They were threatening him with death unless he provided a suitable sacrifice to take his place. Instantly he thinks of his evil, obnoxious, and overbearing boss, Monsieur Shimm. He returns to work, happy and upbeat, ready to try and lure his boss to his, what he believes is, his timely and deserved demise. He invites Monsieur Shimm to a dinner after work. Monsieur Shinn, being big and boisterous as he is, he couldn't resist a free dinner. On their walk over he approaches the location of the ritual and knocks Monsieur Shimm’s head with a pipe from behind. That’s right, he got piped down from behind. He’s offered up to summon the Devil, he then jogs home happy and sees that the tarot tent with chimney smoke spelling NINJA.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3SyNqLLMK5
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