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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nimblegrund" data-source="post: 6968382" data-attributes="member: 6691187">Hairbrush of the Nine DoomsAtropos, the eldest of the fates, was once known as Clotho, and was a fair maiden. She brushed her hair until it shone like gold, and any hairs caught in the brush would be woven into fate itself. But things seldom last, and Clotho grew older, changing her name to Lachesis, and finally Atropos. Atropos was weaving one day with her daughter and grand-daughter (whose names were Lachesis and Clotho, the names she once held herself, incidentally.) And Atropos was feeling particularly wistful, and was spending the time reminiscing of the days so long ago when she was the young one, so vibrant and full of life, and how she loved to brush her hair. Lachesis only shook her head with a smirk, while Clotho rolled her eyes and used the threads of fate to make a sock-puppet to mock her Grand-Mother, who was not watching.But Atropos was old, not blind, and eventually caught Clotho, and was filled with rage for her sock-puppeted insolence. She took up the hairbrush, which she had been caressing so gently only moments before, and threw it at Clotho. As it flew, Atropos spoke of the doom that would befall Clotho, just as it had befallen her when she was Clotho: that she would grow old, and wither, and become ugly one day, and that she was a ninny.Clotho raised her hands up to protect her face, and when the hairbrush collided with the sock-puppet of fate and transformed it into the Hairbrush of Nine Dooms. This magical hairbrush, when the magic word is spoken ("Ninny") and thrown, it will summon nine gargantuan highly sarcastic sock puppets. The sock puppets know only one song, and it never ends.Next Item: Tome of I Forget</blockquote>

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