On the day of departure it was my abject pleasure to throw confusion and chaos everywhere. I had caused the records of Minion #1's reservations to be lost. Thus she and her host had to work with security and the ship and spent a great amount of time standing around. The host eventually snagged a chair, curse him!

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Once inside the ship, I inspected the cabin, but found the glare from the outside world too much. I fell into a deep trance, and knew nothing else for the rest of the day, nay, even the day following.

(2)

The last trip I took Minion #1 on was filled with wooden slaves. It was my hope to find more of them on this journey. 

Arriving in Ketchikan, these hopes were dashed however, as they were malformed and sealed together in such ways as to make them unusable.

Here, I gaze upon the first I encountered with some disgust.

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I found a document nearby which supposedly explains the significance of the wooden beast.

(Note: The image is at full original size to make it readable. Very big.)

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Our first stop in this frontier backwater was the Pioneer Cafe. The host wished Minion #1 to try out the cuisine, and she did, including eating Reindeer Sausage. I reminded her that could very well be Rudolph she was chewing.

The staff at the diner was disgustingly helpful.

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After they gorged themselves, Minion #1 and the host took me to a place called "Creek Street". In the past this was a row of bordellos and bars filled with the roughest sorts. It sounded like a good place for me to visit.

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First on "Creek Street" was Dolly's House, the most notorious bordello in town. I was extremely pleased to find one of the workers slaving away to draw custom to the door.

Then I discovered the place was a museum in the memory of the sordid past of the street and town, and I was highly disappointed. I refused to tip the girl.

She called me a cheap date.

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Further along I finally found carved slaves to command.

I was most taken by their beauty and range of adoring expressions. I would have loved to bring them home with me.

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Here I pause near my new-found slaves to try out material for a new throne.

When Minion #1 quipped "Chibithulu on a Half Shell!" I flogged her to within an inch of her life.

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This slave was almost perfectly sized, but it's wings were not sufficient to carry my ferociousness. I abandoned it and later I would be pleased to have done so.

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I shall rule your souls... 

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Atop a hill I discovered a ring of awaiting slaves. Though fashioned very much like the one on the lower ground, these were not molded together and thus would serve better.

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