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11/27/11(Sun)20:48 No. 31802200 i feel like being an enormous faggot today http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVnzpq8nlZw Dawn poked precariously between stacks of dusty tomes. The haze of particles cast brilliant, well defined beams of light towards the splintery wooden floor. The workshop lay still in the early hours. several tables stank with foul odors from unsuccessful experiments the night before. Blown glass tubes stood within wooden holders, each containing liquids of incredibly varied colors. Several littered the floor, their contents long since evaporated in the morning heat. Bookshelves dominated the walls, lined with poorly kept texts covering every possible subject. A few very raggedy journals lay strewn about, their pages covered in markings and symbols and notes and sketches, their secrets laid bare to the no-one in particular. In one corner, a small square with a soft cotton layer barely held aloft a mass of steel blue scales punctuated by three prominent horns and a brilliant head crest. The mass groaned and turned over, only for one eye to be brought to bear with an errant sunbeam. “Oh for pity’s sake...” the blue blob rumbled. With great effort, Retcai grasped consciousness and shed the warm embrace of sleep. “Did i leave my alembic out-” The groggy question answered itself quite suddenly. A blown glass contraption sat upon a nearby table, its interior covered in an inky black substance. An enormous hoof met bleary face in a sign of frustration and acceptance of the task of cleaning the mess up. with an almighty creak, Retcai managed to roll over into an upright position, upsetting many of the floorboards in the process. The wooden groans seemed to indicate his great weight wasn’t exactly welcome. Before he could behind the long process of properly cleaning the device, a bustling and mumbling from outside caught his attention.