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March 6th, 2020
earldebuke 9:38am
THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so callous. Blood was her Avator and carnage her seal -- the redness and the horror of blood spilled to match her hair. There were sharp blows, and sudden breaking of bone, and then profuse bleeding at the brutal wounds, with dismemberment. The scarlet stains upon the girl and especially upon her smiling face came from her victim, who was little more than a pest to to the god child who had long lost any sympathy for her fellow-men. And the wholesale slaughter, the progress of her might and corruption of her soul were the price of her increasing power.


But the government was optimistic and dauntless and sagacious. Though Sweden was half depopulated, the officials summoned a thousand hale and well influenced friends with armed escorts of the finest sort, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of the government secure zone. It was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the eccentric and yet august engineers. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates stronger than iron. The officials, having entered, brought supplies aplenty to seal the gate further still. It was resolved to leave neither means of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of a frenzied ginger cataclysm. The fortress was amply provisioned. With such precautions the officials might bid defiance to the monster. The external world and remaining army could take care of the she-beast. In the mean time it was follly to grieve or think. The government had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were comedians, there poets, there were dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these, and security within. Without was the "Red Death."

A "Red Death" by name of Pippi, and the gates would not hold against this most unwelcome guest.