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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 1494695" data-attributes="member: 15640">Jeniffer sleeps, a quiet, deep sleep. You are standing on a clearing in the jungle. The heat and humidity hit you like a hammer. Insects buzz, birds sing and somekind of small animal lets out a scream of anguish as it falls prey to a larger predator somewhere in the deep jungle. Life pulses around you, like the deep beat of a drum. You can hear the sounds increase untill they become just that, the sound of drums being played in a hypnotic pounding rythm that sets your heart on fire and makes your feet start to shuffle. A man steps out of the jungle into the clearing, a large muscular african, past his middle age by the grey in his dreadlocks. Across his chest and back a serpent with feathers of all coulours in the rainbow is tattood, curling and swirling, with its head on his forehead. As you look at it, it opens her eyes, looking directly at you."You have something that belongs to me, Jeniffer. My people need it, for they are in danger, as are yours. Come visit Papa Ghede tomorrow night. He'll talk to you, and tell you what you need to know. Keep it safe in the meanwhile, for there is evil abroad, and it will stop at nothing to get it."With that, the serpent closes her eyes, and appears to be a simple tattoo again. The man looks at you, smiles and then fades away. You stand in the clearing, as you hear the drums fading and the sound of the jungle resume it's normal course. Then you wake. Simon sleeps, restless, anxious. You stand in the hallway of the museum. The guard sits there, looking bored. A man enters, using the key. The guard looks up, used to late night visitors. When he sees who it is, he pales, and starts to scream. As the foul stench of rotten flesh reaches your nostrils, you start to gag. A decomposing hand points a maggot-eaten finger at the guard, and a lolling tongue forces unspeakable syllables past the decaying teeth. The guard screams, a scream that you know will be your companion for the next nights to come, as he claws out his own eyes and starts to chew on them in a desperate attempt not to see whatever visions haunt his mind. As you puke out the half-digested pizza with the fermented beer, you hear someone behind you laugh. Wiping your mouth you turn around, already knowing what you will see. The leopard man has climbed down from his statue, and walks toward you. You can see yellow eyes burning behind his mask."Yes, my friend, look, look at my powerS. You and your girlfriend have no chance to stand against us. You took an amulet from the museum. Give it to us, and no harm will come to you. Refuse us, and you will find out if your eyeballs have a nice flavour. But first we'll make you watch what happens to your girlfriend, non?"He laughs again, as if he's made a really funny joke. "and incase you wake up thinking this was just a dream, here's a little taste of what's to come"With that he takes a swipe at you. You nearly manage to dodge it, just a tip of his claw clips your ear, and you wake up, screaming, clutching a shallow but bleeding wound onder your earlobe.</blockquote>

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