- Location
- Argentina
Time for True Confessions of Goldfish...
Long, long ago when I first saw that episode of the Simpsons, I was inspired to collect a soul of my own. My much younger brother, who was about six years old at the time, made a convenient target.
I wrote up a very brief contract, basically "I hereby give my soul to X", X being yours truly. My brother didn't want to sign it at first, but he eventually agreed to do it if I would stop tickling him. He signed on the dotted line and I fulfilled my end of the bargain. It was all written on a very thin piece of tracing paper so that I was able to fold it up small enough to fit comfortably in my wallet. For over 20 years, I've carried that contract in my wallet. You never know when you might need an extra soul, and my brother has never seemed to suffer for the lack of his own. Now that I think about it, though, he did turn out to be a weak-willed lemming that bowed to the slightest bit of peer pressure, resulting in all sorts of trouble. Hmm...
/isn't evil
/really!
Well, that's some quality evil right there.
A pity that beings of the Far Realm don't deal with souls. At least if you go bankrupt some day you can sell another one's soul to one of Azel's colleagues.