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} Funny you should ask.
}
} Way, way, way back when I was a freshman at UoTG (University of The
} Gods, a most horrid place, what with campus stretching all over the nine
} levels of Hell, and not even a decent salad bar at the dorms.) I was
} reading the personal ads in the campus paper (The Immortal Daily) when I
} came across the following ad:
}
} TO THE ORACLE WHO WEARS RED: in Zeus Hall, 9:30-10:30
} MWF, room 113. Look up and smile at me.
}
} Now, I was normally not one to panic at such drivel, but then I realized
} that the room and time in question just happened to coincide with my
} Atlantean Literature class, and I always wore red to that class (at the
} time, I was cosidering a change of major to Fire-God from Oracle, but
} that was just an infatuation with a succubus named Brenda. Now, I was
} young then, not quite past my 18th century, and was quite amazed that
} out of all the Immortals on campus, I, a lowly Freshman Oracle, recieved
} a personal from, I hoped, a young Wood Nymph.
}
} Well, later that week, I saw my admirer (the first of many). She turned
} out to be a Barbarian Death Goddess-In-Training. She looked much like
} the lead singer for Los Lobos, but her beard was longer. I started
} wearing black to class.
}
} Later, while sitting on the Pantheon steps, I accidentally find myself
} not 10 feet away from the Barbarian Death Goddess. She, of course,
} comes over and initiates a conversation. Admittedly, it was a bit
} one-sided, as I had not yet discovered the glory in maiming and smoting
} the enemies of my people, which she imparted upon me with much detail
} (during the part about the comsumption of the enemy clan's elder's
} entrails, streams of drool kept getting caught in her beard. Ugh.).
}
} Then, as Fate would have it, my friend Wayne (he later became a
} Forest-God, and then one of the Mountain Kings) walked by on his way to
} Continent Creation 120. Desparate for an interruption, I flagged him
} down. As I introduced him to the Barbarian, I realized I didn't know
} (or had forgotten) the Goddess-In-Training's name.
}
} "Gizelle," she said, and hit me with her Staff of Drought and Famine.
}
} And that is who Gizelle is.
}
} You owe the Oracle a fiddle made of gold.
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