I despised Rasputin Music stores.The poster had me as a DJ, spinning those infernal tables. It was a mockery, a simple mockery. I would damn California to hell for this. Damn California to hell.
I had been great. A healer. A wizard unquestionably, yes, but not the kind they all thought. I had not brought down the Tsar. I had run.
I had run, and California had dragged my name through the mud. The world had dragged my name through the mud. They had made films about me, written books about me, but it was this accursed music company that I hated the most. This was the only thing in years and years that had ever made me want to curse them to the deepest pits of despair, use every power I had to destroy them.
I would not stand for this mistreatment. I would not stand to be so mocked. The name Rasputin would not be defiled. I stood there, clenching my fists so hard that my fingernails cut into my palms. Flecks of blood fizzled on the floor.
My blood was, quite literally, boiling.
A darling little sales rep with a darling little bob tapped me on the shoulder with a broad, friendly smile to ask if I needed her help.
I fried her on the spot.
And that is how I became the Rasputin of legends. And I found I sort of liked it.
You guys are wonderful :)
(this is jess redmond, btw)
Meg, what program do you use?
thanks jess ^^
I use poor man's photoshop, GIMP. It's open source, free, and so far I haven't found differences between the two that can't be worked around easily. although gimp has no up-to-date help manual, which means i love trial and error.
I actually just got an intuos3 for christmas so sometimes i use that as well.
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