The Fenris Badwulf weekend experience

Like most Capricorns, Fenris Badwulf has the stomach and chewing power of a goat. Unfortunately, on Friday Night, he took on a Legendary Scorpio in a challenge of food and drink.

Of course, no one can eat and drink and do drugs like a Scorpio. Foolish Fenris was soon dead from alcohol poisoning. The Scorpio was blissfully unaware of having caused Fenris to burst his liver from pizza proteins. I stood and watched him, dead. His eyes were glazed. His life force, that dark dynamo of potential difference, had left his body. I smiled.

This time, Fenris Badwulf managed to stay dead for three minuites. If you think dying is a bad experience, think of what it is like coming back from the dead. And this isn't his first time crawling back out of the puke smelling abyss, either. I almost felt sorry for him. Of course those of you that are not under his hypnotic control know what I mean.

Fenris is not much welcome in the underworld. I do not know why he keeps coming back. It might be a Capricorn thing ... Fenris has a close Sun to Saturn conjunction in Capricorn. It is almost as if the life giving ray of the warm Sun can penetrate to the farthest, coldest planet, where things that like to live in the farthest, coldest commuter subdivisions like to live. Fenris must be one of them. And they keep sending him back here.

Fenris always manages to transfer enough of his spirit to some unwitting acolyte. This weekend, Fenris shifted himself into his loyal and ruthless personal driver. I could see this unfortunate struggle with his new found powers ... on loan from the re-forming Fenris. In moonlight or a 40 watt incandescent, you could see the dark shadow, like a Toronto fog on the 401, gather around the eyes. Soon, Fenris was in charge.

That was days ago. Since then, Fenris has gathered to himself the parts, drugs, and professional nursing services, he needs to complete his return from the darkness. Like last time, nine others have been placed under direct control. As Fenris needs money, these people usually win whatever lottery is going. They bring the money to Fenris. Beware of people who empty their bank accounts, set up a quickie second mortgage, and empty their credit cards of cash ... and give all this to Fenris. These people are under his spell.

Thankfully, between Lisa winning the election, and the Mayor cleverly poisoning him, Fenris has been set back in his strange mission for some extraterrestrial force, the them. And as for the minions of Fenris Badwulf ... look carefully at anyone who wins the lottery. Fenris is out there. You are in peril.


I, Sargon the Magnificent wrote this.

Oh, and because Fenris was dead, if only for three minuites, well, he cannot be Mayor, now can he. Infact, it was my cunning curse that send Fenris back to the underworld. You owe me. You know who you are ... Send me your money.