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Ashae
11-08-2011, 12:31 PM
Evil Entry Number 6--- NO THERE IS NO "ONE" IN EVIL!


Dearest Diary.. Er.. -Damndest- evil tome..


Today as I perused the wares of a shop in Stormwind Old Town, a peckooli.. HOWEVER THE DEVIL YOU SPELL IT!-- object caught my eye. It was indeed a Kidney of Evil, one of the most powerful evil artifacts in this world. And so I say to the shopkeeper, "Givest me that evil stone, whelp!" To which he replied "Where is your mommy?"

Needless to say, the man was obliterated where he stood. The might of my Powerful Evil Cotton Ball forced him onto his knees as I retrieved the evil kidney, and ra-- evilly waltz'd out the door. His shouts of terror soothed my bloodlust, screaming "OH! MY KIDNEY!!" HAHAHAHA! What a fool. His evil power is now mine, and I shall use this power at my next tea ceremony to torment the minds of my dearest allies: Doctor Stuffinzevil, Pauletta Ursafluff, Professor Stuffenstein and my arch-nemesis-- "Little" Amanda From Down the Street. Should I knock her off her feet, perhaps I can retrieve the Grindgear Gorilla she stole from me ages ago.






Evil Entry Number 66

The project was a success! I held the stone up to Amanda's face and it evilly sprayed her with an evil blinding substance!--- "evil" mace, as I recall.. Is that how you spell it?! FEL WITH IT!.. She ran back home, clutching her eyes and whimpering for her mother. GREAT SATISFACTION I FOUND as I retrieved my Grindgear Gorilla that she left behind in such a hurry. Bwahahahaha! Evil has triumphed once more.

Ashae
11-11-2011, 11:58 PM
Evil Entry Number 666

Today is a great day.. A triumph for evil, and all of its evil goodness. Perhaps, should all of my triumphs be this great, the goodie-goers of this bright weak world shall all be dessema.. decim.. HOWEVER THE FEL YOU SPELL IT! INDEED! Today was one of my greatest victories. As a young priestess of Light walked down the path from Elwynn to Westfall, I confronted her. We had a conversation about the joys of owning a pet, and she was so kind as to show me her pet bunny. So, hating kindness as I do, I slew the rabbit infront of her heathenous eyes with my ritual dagger and splashed the blood upon her clothes. She wept for many an hour before a guard from Westbrook Garrison retrieved her. He took her back and gave her hot soup. Luckily I was able to drop a strong laxative into the soup before she reached the garrison.

Buahahaha!!! Evil shall triumph!