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Okay but what if Papa II is revived on Easter?? On the third day he rose again...

A little late but here goes a summary of yesterday's ritual in Lincopia. The ghouls new robes are cool but the masks are pain in the ass to draw. Papa III is FANTASTIC! His robes will be hard to draw tho... For the first time ever I touched Papa's hand when he was onstage, during one of the earlier songs and I thought it couldn't get better. I confess I was wrong. Cirice, that's the cause. That song has made me very emotional. It just spoke to me and I cried when I understood the lyrics after hearing it when it was released... I even got a little impulsive and all of a sudden I had "Lost" carved into my arm... So hearing it live was... tough... And the wounds had of course not healed... The flashing lights had me a little worried... What if he saw... During the phrase "can't you see that you're lost?" I almost broke down. I just stared at the floor and when I look back up, I stood eye to eye with him. Papa. I couldn't help but to reach out for him. He looks into my eyes and just grabs my hand, holding it still, like to ensure I kept still. Then his grip changes and suddenly I find myself having a hard time to breathe, he's caressing my hand. I'm almost breaking down and through the entire chorus he just stays there, holding my hand while caressing it. When he let's go I'm just shocked. Did he see? He must have... he knows. He knows for sure. After that song I'm just hugging flamecurry, hiding my face, panicking. After the show we met Niels Nielsen, we said hello and got a hug... He's too nice! then we went out... as there were so much people there we kinda gave up our idea to wait for them and went to get food for my friends... I however felt a little sad, I would need to speak with him... After we had gotten food for them we went back to Doom. We chatted with some people and saw Alpha and the drummer in the distance but didn't speak to them. Just as we were about to leave, timing strikes. Just out of nowhere, Papa appears. In pure panic I walk up to him and after saying a brief hello I start stumbling "Hey I... thank you... thank you for that I... I really needed something like that... Thank you for... for the music... it... it really helps me and supports me... I... Thank you..." (according to a friend it looked like I would break down at any moment...) he smiles, takes my hand, shakes it and goes "No... Thank YOU". All of a sudden he the grabs my arm with his left hand, still holding my hand in his right hand, and caresses it lightly. The realisation strikes me. He saw. He knows. He really saw through the scars inside me and saw the thunder breaking my heart. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled again. For the first time I now got a real goddamned hug from him... not just one arm over my shoulder and hand on my back but a real both arms around me kind of hug. I hug back, shocked, scared but somehow relieved. Before we left we told him we'd be at sweden rock today. He smiled and told us "Great! See you there!"