They say that when
You pick your nose
You have a mortal sin

Old Egypt has
A different take
With a small heated pin

Needle goes up
Your nose with ease
And thus they pick your brain

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Okay, so.

I meet Death sometimes to play games. Or maybe she’s the Devil, I dunno. She answers to both, I guess? Denny Feldman started calling her Devth because of that and I guess she likes it since he’s still alive.

Anyway, to get to her place we go into this ratty old trash can behind the Gas ‘n’ Gulp. If she wants to play games there’ll be…I dunno, a tube or something to slide down. If she doesn’t it’ll just be garbage. Someone threw out a bowling ball the other week and it’s still in there. I mean, who does that?

So, we usually play board games. Devth likes Monopoly because it lets her be evil, I guess that makes sense. But don’t cheat or act shifty.

Okay, so, if you cheat or act shifty, you’ll know Devth is mad cuz she’ll get goat eyes. If yoo’ve never seen goat eyes, look them up because they’re really weird and scary. Like octopus eyes. But in a goat. Anyway, they’re yellow too, and she’ll give you the evil eye with them. Literally, I guess.

Anyway, you have about 30 seconds to calm her down before things get bad and you get thrown into the eternal night forever. The last time it was me Devth thought I took money from the bank without it being my turn. I just forgot to get change when I bought Reading Railroad, and laughing about it was enough to calm her down.

Missy Antonucci wasn’t so lucky. When she got caught counting cards when we were playing poker, Devth revealed her true terrible form and cast her into the pit of 1000 years’ torment. Okay, so it’s bad but at least it’s not the eternal darkness, Missy will get out in 2116.

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Okay, so.

I met the living embodiment of pestilence when we were in a dinky little airplane together. Remember, the one that crashed into the Smokey Mountain Cookie Factory on Harrison? Everybody was okay. Everybody but the cookies was okay.

He was kind of dazed by the crash so I helped him out. I probably should have thought that one through better since, you know, disease. He did look a little splotchy, but when I asked he said it would be fine as long as I washed my hands before I ate anything. While we were waiting for the ambulence and firefighters, I asked Pestilence where he was going.

Okay, so he was going to Vegas, he said, for a bachelor party. He’d been around here to give the mumps to kids whose parents thought vaccines caused lycanthropy or something. Then he asked me where I had been going. I said that I’d been flying to Grandma Dee’s since she was too blind to drive. Pesitlence said he’d clear up her cataracts since I helped him, but I don’t know if he can really do that.

If you’re in Vegas, I guess say hi to him. Look for really blond hair, kinda splotchy skin, and a green striped t-shirt. Wash your hands before you eat anything.

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CARL: This is Carl Drake, play-by-play commentator for NBS Broadcasting, coming at you live from the 20Ω6 R’lyeh Olympics.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. This is Tom Hicks, color commentator for NBS Broadcasting, and it’s my honor to be providing filler commentary for the 20Ω6 R’lyeh Olympics to fill the dead space in between events that our viewers at home are interested in.

CARL: I suppose we could be covering the Clean and Jerk Souls Out Of Writhing Physical Forms events, but as all Americans have been eliminated from contention, it would be an impermissable sin to ask our viewers to cheer for a Canadian.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. The big news today is about the American athlete Byron Lackey’s allegations that he was beaten, robbed, and had his soul partially sucked out and the gozzamer threads of his sanity partially unwound. This after his disappointing silver medal loss to, of all places, Belize in the 100-meter Ichor Doomstroke.

CARL: Lackey claimed that he was assaulted by a Cthuloid poasing as a City of R’lyeh Police officer. However, records colelcted by the Gibbering Eyes in the Olympic Village paint a different and far darker picture of the events.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. It seems that, rather than being robbed, Lackey in fact was drunk on space colour after his narrow loss and had vandalized a City of R’Lyeh Police shoggoth cruiser. Gibbering Eye footage shows him urinating, spray painting, and finally kicking it.

CARL: Furthermore, it seems that the robbery story was concocted by Lackey and his teammates to cover for the fact that the gelatinous shoggoth clung to, removed, and consumed Lackey’s pants during the altercation and he had to accound for their absence.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. US Olympic authorities have in fact withdrawn their earlier support of Lackey, and the chief of police has in fact consumed his passport to hold in his abdominal sac as a flight risk.

CARL: The standard R’lyeh punishment for this sort of false accusation, without taking into account the vandalism that preceded it, is to be cast among the Deep Ones to live as their slave until their unhuman rituals drain the soul and leave nothing but a degenerate husk behind, which is then devoured by the Elder Things as part of the ritual that foreshadows the coming revival of their race.

TOM: That’s right, Carl, though anonymous sources inside the City of R’lyeh Police have said that Lackey may face a lighter penalty in the interest of preventing a diplomatic incident until such a time as the stars are right. Lackey may only be forced to transfer his soul into a vessel of the Deep Ones’ choice, to slowly undergo the horrifying metamorphosis that is their fate.

CARL: Not a good sign for Lackey’s appearance at the 20∆0 Olympics in Celephaïs.

TOM: That’s right, Carl, not a good sign at all. Though some are claiming that Lackey’s punishment is still impermissably light compared to that of Ginger Douglas, the American gold medalist in Rythmic Shapeshifting.

CARL: She was pilloried in the press for failing to salute the American flag during her medal ceremony, despite the fact that no other medalist or audience member before or since has ever done so. Yet because she is Atlantean on her father’s side and Lackey is a brodude, some say that their penalties are mismatched.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. Ms. Douglas was punished by switching bodies with a liquifying corpse and put to work delivering singing telegrams all over R’lyeh.

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Ranids are a perplexing mystery of our time. Born to human mothers, they appear like nothing so much as amphibians stretched over a rough human body plan. Facial recognition experts have detected faint echoes of their parents in ranids’ features, but they resemble nothing so much as each other.

They have no vocal cords and cannot speak, but ranids are as intelligent as any other humans and readily learn to speak using synthesizers and a modified version of American Sign Language. Genetic analyses have shown that their DNA has no notable or measurable differences from that of their parents or siblings, though it is worth noting that once a ranid is born all future pregnancies will inevitably produce ranids as well, leading some to suspect that there is a epidemiological basis for their morphology.

Yet tests on ranid parents have yielded no conclusive results.

Ranids require more moisture and more proteins and meats in their diet, but can otherwise accept normal foods provided that provisions are made for their lack of teeth. While many have died due to lack of proper care, and still others have been murdered by their parents, most have thrived.

There is one ongoing debate, though. The first ranid, Gabrielle Ramirez, was born 9 years and 7 months ago. What happens when a ranid undergoes puberty?

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“Oh my god, your nose!”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a nosebleed. I get them sometimes.”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s purple! Your nose is bleeding purple!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.”

“I am. I am worrying. This is me worrying! Why is it purple? Blood is supposed to be red!”

“If you must know, one of my grandfathers was a brachiopod. I inherited hemerythrin-based purple blood from him.”

“That’s really gross.”

“You should talk! Your blood is bright, bright yellow!”

“It’s not my fault my dad was a sea squirt! Leave me alone!”

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CARL: This is Carl Drake, play-by-play commentator for NBS Broadcasting, coming at you live from the 20Ω6 R’lyeh Olympics.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. This is Tom Hicks, color commentator for NBS Broadcasting, and it’s my honor to be providing color commentary for the Women’s 100-Meter Wizard Fencing.

CARL: We’re being broadcast tape-delayed by an hour in the continental USA, so everyone with an internet connection already knows how the match turns out.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. And let’s not forget that events are being held simultaneously, which means we’re only commenting on the ones the network thinks that people want to see. We won’t be saying a word about Demon Curling.

CARL: Not a peep. So it looks like Ignatia Verçescu of Transylvania is up in the first match. She’s an up-and-comer for the Transylvania team, and silvered at Stonehenge in the last Olympics. Looks like she’s warming up a Danube Disarming Dance.

TOM: That’s right, Carl. But Verçescu is up against a veteran with three golds: Attilia Aechylus of Atlantis. She took gold in ’88 at Tunguska, in ’92 at Lemuria, and again in ’96 at El Dorado. She was out for a few years due to the breakup of Atlantis and the civil war there, but now she’s back and hungry. See the Petrifying Petroglyph she’s warming up?

CARL: And there they go! A nasty hit by Verçescu on Aechylus. Looks like the Petrifying Petroglyph has fully fizzled and the Atlantean is vulnerable!

TOM: That’s right, Carl. Could this be the end of Aechylus’s run for another gold?

CARL: Don’t count her out, Tom! Looks like she’s got a little Protean Metamorphism up her sleeve. Verçescu could be letting her youth lead her into overconfidence.

TOM: That’s right, Carl, though at 21 she is a wizened old hag by Olympic standards. Aechylus, at 33, might as well be an Olympic lich.

CARL: Wouldn’t that mean she won her first gold at the age of five?

TOM: That’s right, Carl. Oh, and it looks like Aechylus got that Protean Metamorphism off!

CARL: Yes, it looks like Verçescu has been trasnmogrified into a squirrel and Transylvania is out of the running!

TOM: That’s right, Carl. Atlantis advances to the next round, where Aechylus will face off against R’lyeh’s native daughter Aesnath Phraim, a husk inhabited by the ageless spirit of a 1000-year-old ancestor. Stay tuned.

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