Creidhne paid a visit to Oswald Correctional Facility Level 4 in the guise of a lawyer. He
was there with only one purpose in mind, which was to get Varg out and send him down
a new career path. He was getting too old for black metal, and his cutthroat behavior
was wasted on the likes of the screaming. No, he needed to be something far more
insidious. He needed to be a lawyer.
When Varg sat with Creidhne at the parole hearing, Creidhne used his divine powers of
influence to make the board overlook every single one of the hundreds of reasons why
Varg should never be paroled and let loose into the world. Creidhne also used his divine
influence to inspire Varg to follow in Creidhne’s footsteps. He too wanted to grant mass
murderers the freedom to walk the earth and kill again.
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Andrew the Skullsplitter had just arrived at his far away campus. He was excited about
the new life he was about start away from his boring suburbs. Away from the
homoerotic antics of his trollish bassist and the freeloading tendencies of Marilyn Mooch.
But most importantly, he was far away from Oz. Which means far away from Varg. He
tried hiding it, but his time in the joint with Varg did tremendous emotional and
psychological damage to him that would take years to recover from, if ever. But this
would be a good place to begin healing.
So Andrew went to his orientation where he got all his important papers and room keys
and all that other useless welcome-to-school-crap universities give incoming freshman.
He was going to his room, but he got side tracked when some other students invited him
to a barbecue to meet some of his classmates. He figured his room isn’t going anywhere,
so he’d move into it later.
The barbecue was a blast. The burgers were good and beer was flowing like water. He
met some other metal heads there that seemed really cool, along with some pretty well
baked hippies talking about doing some 1960’s psychedelic cover band. Andrew was
all over that since he was a big Doors fan and it would be playing something different than
Clad.
After the long day, he was tired and went to his room to unpack. It dawned on him he
had not yet met his roommate. He wondered who it was. Maybe he got lucky and it
was someone he met earlier at the party. That would be pretty sweet, he thought.
As he entered into the room he did recognize the figure that was seated across from
where he stood.
“Hello, Sweet Pea.”