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[The Master]

"You helped me not once, but twice now. Remember how you expelled the daemon the first time?"

[Khenal]

"First time?  Like what I tried to do with Friesden?  But it didn't work.  A Daemon must either be defeated by the possessed, or leave on its own.  I...oh, my head...I remember you in my office, and then something happened and you were in the hospital, and so was I?  And then everything with Friesden happened?  I think I need to sit down."

[The Master]

Surprised, I say,
"Oh no. Now you have memory loss? This just isn't my day..."

[Khenal]

I give him a smirk.

"Says the pony who just bested a daemon in mental combat.  I'm sure it's nothing, and if it's not, we can deal with it later.  You need your rest."

[The Master]

I look at my gash, which STILL ISN'T BLEEDING, and it begins to dawn on Psycho that he might still need some medical help.
"Hey, ummm...I know that I am dead...well...i'm not dead...but medically speaking I am. Khenal, what do you recommend I tell Kil? This is all very confusing...Also, HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU KNOW THAT THE WHOLE MENTAL WARFARE WAS HAPPENING?!"

[Khenal]

"Um, I've been researching a lot of stuff lately, and daemon possession is one of the subjects.  I originally thought that was what was wrong with Friesden.  I cast a spell to read your surface thoughts a few minutes ago, when you had apparently regressed to foalhood, to try to see if I could get a firm bead on how you were doing.  I heard you and the daemon vying for dominance. 

"As far as what to tell your wife, I have no idea what to tell her about your....physical state.  Just reassure her that you are still you, even if you...might be dead?"

[The Master]

"Gee, thanks..." I say, dryly.
"I guess I'm officially a zombie...hooray...i'm going to go cry in a corner now."

[Khenal]

I place a friendly hoof on his withers ((pony equivalent of shoulders, woo anatomy!)) and give him a reassuring smile.

"Just don't forget you have friends to help you through this.  I'll check my books and see if anything like this has happened before, if you like."

[The Master]

I force a smile,
"Thanks...I think that whole mind battle really depressed me...Do you have any medication...? I hope I can still digest food- OH NO. NO NO NO...Khenal. Zombies ROT! IF I'M A ZOMBIE...THEN....THEN...THEN....ohhhhh..."thud.
Psycho passes out.

[Dsarker]

Friesden's New Diary.

Thread by thread, stitching it together
Charity's dress, cutting out the wound snip by snip
Making sure the pony skin folds nicely
It's the perfect color and from the hip
Always gotta keep in mind my pacing
Making sure the fur's correctly facing
I'm stitching Charity's dress

Inch by inch, chopping off the hoofnails
Dual neck slice, don't you know a dice in time saves nine?
Make him something perfect to perspire
Even though he hates formal attire
Gotta mind those intimate hoofnails
Even though he's more concerned with gaols
It's Khenal's new dress

Dressmaking's easy, from Starkey something tan
Cryptson something sturdy
Blend skin and mane,
Do you think it looks breezy?

Something brash, perhaps quite fetching
Hook in eye, couldn't you just simply die?
Making sure it skins forelock and crest
Don't forget the magic in the head
Even though it rides high when from the flank
ThunderSplinter won't look like a tank
I'm stitching Thunder's dress

Piece by piece, snip by snip
Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip
Thread by thread, primmed and pressed
Yard by yard, never stressed
And that's the Art of the Dress!

[The Master]

Friesden's New Diary.

Thread by thread, stitching it together
Charity's dress, cutting out the wound snip by snip
Making sure the pony skin folds nicely
It's the perfect color and from the hip
Always gotta keep in mind my pacing
Making sure the fur's correctly facing
I'm stitching Charity's dress

Inch by inch, chopping off the hoofnails
Dual neck slice, don't you know a dice in time saves nine?
Make him something perfect to perspire
Even though he hates formal attire
Gotta mind those intimate hoofnails
Even though he's more concerned with gaols
It's Khenal's new dress

Dressmaking's easy, from Starkey something tan
Cryptson something sturdy
Blend skin and mane,
Do you think it looks breezy?

Something brash, perhaps quite fetching
Hook in eye, couldn't you just simply die?
Making sure it skins forelock and crest
Don't forget the magic in the head
Even though it rides high when from the flank
ThunderSplinter won't look like a tank
I'm stitching Thunder's dress

Piece by piece, snip by snip
Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip
Thread by thread, primmed and pressed
Yard by yard, never stressed
And that's the Art of the Dress!

((good gosh, you sure have a sick mind...))

[Dsarker]

((I try))

[The Master]

((and no psycho mentioned?))

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[Dsarker]

There was no spacing for Psycho Carrot.

[ansontan2000]

((Im back.))
*quickly, I wash and dress the wound.*
((The Master, i'm afraid that image is going to be my avatar.))