It was a long night, even for me. I sat in my room, and brooded about my children. See, every patriarch wants their family to be happy. Loved, and always supported. And I wondered, was I supporting them in their individual endeavors? Was I doing what a good father would? I think I was taking too much delight in being master, and not keeping up with
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I strolled down the hall, easily blending in with the shadows.
"If I know you, Master, which I believe I do, 'picnic' means 'party'.
Which means.. possible blood-spilling, carnage, and all-around fun?"
I was enjoying the wonderful ideas playing around in my head, a smirk coming to my face.
"Any way I can help?"
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"Carnage, picnic? Tomato, tomato. Why, do I see an idea forming? Come-on Angelus, share..."
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