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II. The Tale of Inspector Legrasse.

The older matters which had made the sculptor's dream and bas-relief so significant to my uncle formed the subject of the second half of his long manuscript. Once before, it appears, Professor Angell had seen the hellish outlines of the nameless monstrosity, puzzled over the unknown hieroglyphics, and heard the ominous syllables which can be rendered only as "Cthulhu"; and all this in so stirring and horrible a connexion that it is small wonder he pursued young Wilcox with queries and demands for data.

This earlier experience had come in 1908, seventeen years before, when the American Archaeological Society held its annual meeting in St. Louis. Professor Angell, as befitted one of his authority and attainments, had had a prominent part in all the deliberations; and was one of the first to be approached by the several outsiders who took advantage of the convocation to offer questions for correct answering and problems for expert solution.

As my great-uncle's heir and executor, for he died a childless widower, I was expected to go over his papers with some thoroughness; and for that purpose moved his entire set of files and boxes to my quarters in Boston. Much of the material which I correlated will be later published by the American Archaeological Society, but there was one box which I found exceedingly puzzling, and which I felt much averse from showing to other eyes. It had been locked and I did not find the key till it occurred to me to examine the personal ring which the professor carried in his pocket. Then, indeed, I succeeded in opening it, but when I did so seemed only to be confronted by a greater and more closely locked barrier. For what could be the meaning of the queer clay bas-relief and the disjointed jottings, ramblings, and cuttings which I found? Had my uncle, in his latter years become credulous of the most superficial impostures? I resolved to search out the eccentric sculptor responsible for this apparent disturbance of an old man's peace of mind.

When I stopped masturbating, at first I was pretty horny and even had a few wet dreams, but after a month or so the urges ceased. After another two weeks or so, my penis started to get smaller. I don't participate in fratboy dickwaving contests or anything like that so I didn't notice it at first, but later on it was pretty obvious. Weight loss followed that, though I attributed it to the season (since I don't eat much in summer).

Anyway, three months after ceasing masturbation, I caught a particularly bad cold, called the day off and dozed off. Woke up in the middle of the night, only to find all the pent-up urges from the past months have returned. I was literally fucking burning. So I did the right thing, decided to screw the no masturbation rule and booted up PC to spill my semen to something with flat chest and hopefully a vagina.
I opened some Inuboshi doujin in the masturbation folder and went for my pants, only to find my dick missing. That was the first shock. The second was when I noticed I wasn't wearing boxers, but a long skirt. The third was finding out that except my room, what used to be my house had entirely changed. Lights were on in one room, so I immediately went for that one, and found a girl there. She was adorable and after three months of no fapping I was ready to drop my pants and violate her right there, but then I remembered I no longer had a penis. Whoops.

While I was standing there like an idiot, pondering how to remedy my current lack of rape instruments, she walked to me, kissed me and told me that I have been judged worthy for spurning my penis, I was eligible to be the little girl and that she is my designated partner.

Needless to say, much tender lesbian love occurred and now I'll apparently spend my days elegantly drinking tea with my devoted partner as unaging girls until the heat death of the universe (big crunch is a lie and you know it)

Visited my friend yesterday and he had the first season of Strike Witches. I heard of it for a while and thought I would give the first two episodes a try.

I’ve seen very awkward stuff in my lifetime, but… wow.

It’s a series about little magical military girls who fly around in uncomfortable looking leg devices in either their swimsuits or their underwear.

I would be one of the last people to be against fanservice, but it is all about the delivery. When you watch your generic harems, the fanservice tends to

stem from a sequence of ridiculous scenarios, but after watching the first two episodes, I get the impression that I’m supposed to be taking this seriously.

When I finally managed to put aside the highly questionable dress code and random nekomimi transitions, I looked for what else the series had to offer. Lo

and behold, it’s another dry plot about the main character looking for a parental figure that’s mysteriously vanished!

So far, the only thing that seems remotely okay is the overall quality which wasn’t all that great from my perspective because I noticed some bad framerate

areas on the DVD here and there (but there’s a chance it came from the DVD itself…)

Just what is this series offering anyways? It has to be worth something since it moved up to S2, right? How much more do I have to see until I finally get

it?