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Yes.  The cigarette one.

It is soooo good, it even works for EXALTED.
Daaaaamn.  I love it!
I just love it!!!

(sorry, overly enthusiastic response due to the fact it is 9:30am and I have not slept.)

The ESJ Towers in Puerto Rico has two sets of elevators, and today she was chosen by the last one in the first bay.  She watched the numbers 4.5.6...ding.  The doors opened into the darkness; or more, once the doors opened the darkness opened into the elevator.  She thought the power had shut down in the hotel and would have stepped to the floor to feel her way to the room, except...  the female voice spoke out "You will not stop on my floor again."
"N-n-no I won't" she stammered, she left in a week anyway.
The week was tiring, she stayed in her room or else had to take the steps.
Up floor 1...floor 2...floor 3...to floor 7.
Down floor 7...floor 6...floor 5...to floor 1, it burned her legs and lungs but she was getting used to it.
The last day she ascended the stair with snacks for the trip, now just get the luggage and carry it back down.
Up floor1...floor2...floor 3...to floor...should have counted the floors, the elevator wasn't the only way to her floor.

Your kid asks if the tooth fairy will come tonight.

You say yes.

She puts her teeth under her pillow and goes to bed.

In the morning there is a dollar.

Your kid is in the bathroom crying.

All her teeth are gone.

Maj:

Your kid asks if the tooth fairy will come tonight.

You say yes.

She puts her teeth under her pillow and goes to bed.

In the morning there is a dollar.

Your kid is in the bathroom crying.

All her teeth are gone.

That fairy is a cheap bastard! :) Now seriously, that's another good one.

Sometimes, when you wake up, you have this nasty sour taste in your mouth.  A thick coating of something in on your tongue and your breath stinks so bad.

The dentist reminded you to always remember to brush your teeth before heading to bed.  A next door neighbor told you that eating anything with milk or cream tends to give that awful morning breath problem.  One friend suggested maybe you just need to stop eating a few hours before bedtime to get rid of it completely.

But even after doing all those, it still happens.  There are still times you find yourself waking up with this horrible taste and stench coming from your mouth.

One night, you fell asleep while in front of your computer.  You were chatting with a friend when you dozed off with your webcam left running.   You awoke to the sound of your friend's voice screaming through the speakers.  The fear and panic in his voice could not be ignored.

"Get out!" he screamed, "Get out of there!"

"What's going on?" you wanted to ask, but over and over your friend just panickedly screamed, "Get out!  Get out before it comes back!"

"What?" you wanted to ask but that moment you heard something clatter in the bathroom just a yards from where you were seated.  You turned around to face the noise and saw it.  You saw it.  With its slick wet hair, its bony ridges.  Its claws.  Its teeth.  And its strange leathery flesh, that oozed and bubbled with some sour smelling foul goop.

"It came out of your mouth!" your friend screamed through the connection, "It came out from your mouth."

tobie:

Sometimes, when you wake up, you have this nasty sour taste in your mouth.  A thick coating of something in on your tongue and your breath stinks so bad.

The dentist reminded you to always remember to brush your teeth before heading to bed.  A next door neighbor told you that eating anything with milk or cream tends to give that awful morning breath problem.  One friend suggested maybe you just need to stop eating a few hours before bedtime to get rid of it completely.

But even after doing all those, it still happens.  There are still times you find yourself waking up with this horrible taste and stench coming from your mouth.

One night, you fell asleep while in front of your computer.  You were chatting with a friend when you dozed off with your webcam left running.   You awoke to the sound of your friend's voice screaming through the speakers.  The fear and panic in his voice could not be ignored.

"Get out!" he screamed, "Get out of there!"

"What's going on?" you wanted to ask, but over and over your friend just panickedly screamed, "Get out!  Get out before it comes back!"

"What?" you wanted to ask but that moment you heard something clatter in the bathroom just a yards from where you were seated.  You turned around to face the noise and saw it.  You saw it.  With its slick wet hair, its bony ridges.  Its claws.  Its teeth.  And its strange leathery flesh, that oozed and bubbled with some sour smelling foul goop.

"It came out of your mouth!" your friend screamed through the connection, "It came out from your mouth."

That's a good one. Very Lovecraftian.

You being recieving envelopes in the mail, except each one is empty. When you finally look up the return address, or send one to the address, they always get returned to you.

You then find out that the house at the address burned down 30 years ago.

You keep finding them. Little brown or red thumb prints. They are always on the other side of windows. You get out and scrub them off. You blame the kids around the neighborhood.

As you brush your teeth one night you see another one of those thumb prints on the mirror in your bathroom. At first it scares the hell out of you that someone got into your house and was touching your things. You try and wipe it off, but it won't come off.

The thumb print is on the other side of the glass. On the other side of the mirror.

Following this conclusion all the glass in your house shatters in a cacophony of screeching. 

Everynight your radio or computer or television turns on, at the same time.  It begins to get so annoying that you unplug everything at night.

Then they start turning on even when they aren't connected to the outlet, so you throw everything out.  Eventully the dreams begin, and you cannot stop them.

Viradu:

Maj:

tobie:

DAYUM I LOVE THIS!

I AM GONNA STEAL THIS FOR MY GAME!
I love it!!!

The cigarette one?

It's a really good one. I think it could work well both with WoD and Scion.

Damn; I knew that smoking was evil, but I never imagined that the Traditions would stoop to something that low. Looks like the Technocracy is going to have to start pumping out more of those "Truth" ads to counter this latest ruse...

If you think thats bad... never smoke filtered cigarettes.

They filter out color. Literally.

Keep smoking them. Soon the whole world will be black and white.

And thats when you start seeing the real things that run this world.

This reminds me of an old move...
the one about smokers too.
them aliens with the weird eyes.
oh wait, i think it WAS called
THEM!

You know. When I was a kid. I wanted to be a mad scientist. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Still do really.
I wanted to bend the laws of god and man like taffy, and twist the laws of physics, like a supple tango dancer.
My parents owned a restaurant. and as a little kid, I spent a lot of time alone.

The attic of the place had been pressed into service once as living quarters, but now served as storage. They had these enormous coffee urns. each as tall as me. Big steely things with lots of knobs, and dials, and switches. To me they were incomprehensible. I would steal a pair of long rubber dish gloves and I would arrange the big urns in a semi circle, pretending to be about my mad science. I would switch things, and knob them, check my dials for readings. I would practice my diabolical cackle. (Cuz, you're not really a mad scientist unless you've got a really good one.) And i would shake my first at the heavens, well at the ceiling anyways, and shout. LIFE! GIVE MY CREATION LIFE!!!!

My parents thought it was cute.
At least, until I reanimated a dead cat.

And let me tell you something that you may not know. Re-animating dead tissue is an extra-ordinarily NOISY process. They never tell you that. I'm convinced that the peasantry doesn't come out of of the woodwork with their torches and pitchforks, out of some sense of the violation of the natural order, or anything like that. I suspect that they turn up on a scientist doorstep shouting. "JESUS! do you REALIZE what time it is? Shut that fucking stereo OFF!"

After that, my parents encouraged me to go into the arts a bit more.

its been 2 years since the car crash, and you miss her, man do you miss her. You try finding new people, speed dating, hell, you get desperate and use the search function on Facebook to find women in you're area, but they just don't compare to her. It gets so bad that every night you cry yourself to sleep, praying to god to bring her back, and she never does.

Until one night you receive a phone call, the voice is hers. You are shocked when she says that she has heard your prayers and is waiting for you to rescue her from the darkness, she gives you instructions, and you begin to follow them.

A few weeks later, you finally finish the daunting task she gave you (Find her body, sever three toes of three children under three and place them in her mouth. Crush the hearts of 7 different toads over her chest, and a few more, stranger, sicker tasks.) But it works. She begins to wake up, she finally stands but, it's gone wrong.

She just stands there, she opens her eyelids to reveal empty sockets. She starts crying blood, with an audible howl, her voice cracks as her dead body tries to scream.

The police walked into your apartment 4 hours later when people complained about the noise, they found you in a state of comatose, and she is nowhere to be seen, apart from a note saying "Thank You"