Another bog mummy on the news, another flood of customers wanting tattoos.
"Legally, I have to ask, are you sure about this?"
Their friend, along either for moral support, or a sanity plea, made an expressive gesture. "That's what I've been saying! Ready to dedicate your soul to a forgotten god?"
The eager teen twitched as I applied numbing cream. "Bold of you to think they'd do a worse job of running my life than I am."
Forgotten Gods may have lost their names, but we lived on in mortal imagination. My followers grew daily. Soon, I would rise again.
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