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[Frodo]

Howl at the moon

[Nick]

(wtf? )

*You howl at the moon.*

Franco: Umm... do I take that as a yes?

[Frodo]

Run around in circles, like a maniac.  

[Nick]

*As you run around, Franco picks up a rock.. and throws it at your head.* (Sound familiar?)

*You wake up... everyone is standing in a circle around you, as you lay on a wooden table. Your arms are strapped down with rope.*

[Frodo]

(All too familiar.  And Franco must have very good aim, to hit a fast moving target, like that.   )


Look at Franco with puppy-dog eyes, and ask why he attacked you... again.  

[Nick]

(He has excellent aim. )

Franco: Because this ceremony needs to start. And you need to be tied down anyway.

[Frodo]

Start praying

[Nick]

*As you pray, Franco begins the ceremony*

*The priests open books, and Franco opens a larger one.*

Franco: This will begin the Rite of Vaent. Everyone hold hands, and gather in a circle around the table.

*The storm clouds open above... as a cool rain drips down.*

*Multiple lite fire-pits are the only source of light.*

Franco: Let us pray... We are gathered here today...

*As Franco reads from the book, the song "The Writing On My Father's Hand" starts playing in your head.*

Franco: We are all forming a bond, of love and trust. We need to cleanse this earth of a demon *as soon as the word is spoken, the wind picks up*... This demon has taken someone from us...

*In an instant, John appears in front of you. He looks grim, and sad. He walks over to you... just staring.*

[Frodo]

Tell John that everything will be allright.

[El Quia]

And make sexy remarks at the guys from the circle

[Nick]

*John doesn't answer you. He instead says something else.*

John: Rot in hell.

[Frodo]

Remind John that you are risking your life in this ritual to save him.

[El Quia]

start whistling this

[Nick]

Franco: We want to save the soul of this innocent child of our father, and break the demon bond of this creature.

*Franco starts talking in some kind of Latin-Hebrew language.*

Franco: Asaros unarap.. taxeranon sior....

*Suddenly, John turns into ash... as you begin to feel weird.... like something is burning you.*

[El Quia]

Scream for more whiskey!