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T | ||||||||
Email T: french_fry9@hotmail.com | ||||||||
AIM: madsmacker9 | ||||||||
Buffy Cross & Stake board: tigerclaw | ||||||||
Live Journal | ||||||||
Before we begin, let me move into a more comfortable medium for me. Well, color. And font. But that’s it. Ah, that’s better. Now, I shall begin Concerning Ts, According to Legend… The origins of the T are shrouded in myth. Some say when one T dies, another is called to take her place. However, it is widely believed that she was born to a set of loving parents somewhere in the region called Middle Texas, and although she was a loud baby, was overall a very docile and demure small child, which must have been a blessing to these parents as they soon thereafter foresaw the arrival of what would become a very loud, bossy small child, the sister of the T. According to legend, the T and her family lived in many different places, all over the world. They could neither rest nor be fulfilled until they found a place to settle, only spending a few years in each location. Finally they returned her homeland to one day, and a siren of stories called out to her. She listened and watched, entranced by the intricate storylines and remarkable acting. This time is called The Enlightenment of the T, the time when she attained her Nirvana. From this point on, she was glad to join others and believe in Joss, the creator-god. From his divine influence sprouted much creativity, leading to the down payments on many pieces of taping/recording/editing/writing software/equipment, which have all been repaid, by the way. There was a point where she helped a small friend of hers destroy a dark and powerful cup-and-saucer by setting it into the fires of Mount Shroom, but those days are long gone. The T spreads the word of Joss everywhere she can, sprouting scripts and scores and lyrics along the way. She remains deeply rooted in her beliefs to this day, and will brutally rebuff anyone who takes the time to disagree. Every Tuesday night she draws up into her mysterious, lamp-lit chambers and revels at the new revelations, which come to her through the antennae. She mourns the day in which no more revelations shall pass on to her, for she feels that day is soon. Perhaps a new power will arise to reveal more visions to the T. At this point, all she can do is wait, watch, and ep. |
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