“I’ve been picking up the pieces from a broke-down life…”–King Black Acid

There’s a Bodybag who got a Big One, then wished himself immortal–under the condition that every day, something kills him, and every morning, he comes back to life in his bed at home with a little souvineer of how he died.

Fill up a CD with 23 songs each lasting 3 minutes and 33 seconds. Play it backwards. Watch the fun. Bring a helmet and some big blunt object, though. You never know what might happen.

Lard is actually the physical form of magickal energy, mixed with some saturated fat. If you’re an adept, you can eat a cupfull and get a quick jolt o’ juice. Unfortunately, it also violates taboo, so you’ll constantly be at a single charge, and, uh, eating lard straight will probably give you a heart attack. It may be raw magick, but it’s still stupid-high in fat.

Tilts don’t work. It’s all in your head. Same with Epidermancy, actually–that’s all fancy schmancy body-morph stuff. Anybody can do that with enough training. Epidermancers just cheat by having a focus.

Hey, Anarchomancers, try this: Write three letters to three congressmen, each letter demanding something that opposes the other two letters. If all three congressmen decide to act on what you send them and raise a big fuss about it, you’ll get a major charge. Damned if I know why a little political squabble gets a Biggun, though.

You know that Farah Fawcett poster? The one where she’s in the orange bikini? I know this guy, this photographer-Pornomancer, who did some stuff with one of the posters… Apparently, if you scrub one down with a toothbrush dipped in a mixture of developing fluid and a smidge of lye, then shine an ultraviolet light on it, you can see what the photograph is really about. The guy who told me this said it was really a photograph of a giant, gaping maw lined with teeth, spiralling down into a throat. He says it’s a photo of the original Naked Goddess.

There aren’t alligators in the sewer. There are, however, giant sapient tapeworms and leeches.

The QWERTY keyboard as seen on a computer mimics the arrangement of a 50-letter magick alphabet.

Atlantis was real. It really was the center of magickal enlightenment in the old world, and sunk because of its hubris. It was ruled by The Guy With Pencils Stuck In His Eyes.