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say: - Cursed monsters, works of the devil, vile creatures! Then, raising the chelicerae to heaven, he continued: - Curses, oh Almighty, this unworthy offspring, and curses his seed, pound the world of his profane existence and that the Evil One have mercy on them!

Not exactly the kind of mood you'd expect of a mother. You expect a mother tissues by Arachne some form of affection, you expect a horse to take you, as do the mothers of small scorpions hell, waiting to give you an education. Not that you spit and disappears forever in a cloud of sand, leaving you with the postabdomen frying in the desert. His sense of family was so poor that evengave us names. We left only surnames: Viskovitz, Zucotic, Petrovic and Lopez. No wonder that, despite being brothers, we do not really like sintiésemos such that once we decide to separate our destiny and orient our appendages in opposite directions. Petrovic headed north, south and Zucotic López eastward. I Viskovitz, I followed the path of the sun and moved westward to conquer the West. Road And I wondered: - How will I manage in a competitive world without family, without education? Mom
we had given birth in the Mojave desert, one of the most torrid and dry of North America. The surface temperature exceeded the seventy grawkward? I went for face to face with the monster, and there, shocked, I saw my little body gestures made a number of very rapid, over which they had no control. At the end of the beetle lay on the ground, with my tail stuck in the skull, paralyzed by the poison. Antennae still moving, but I had begun to sip the lymph, to devour the appendices.
But then who was I? The answer is obvious: a predator, programmed to kill vermin. With a thrill of terror, I realized that I had no power over those conditioned reflexes downloads on that wild instinct. Was it a monster?
Two days later, while still running to pulp that dam, I was visited byae, instinctively, I recorded a notch in the first somite. Gee, Viskovitz, I thought, wow. That
duel was only the first of a series: each time a scorpion too smug claimed to be the master of the territory that I stepped on my tail invariably decided otherwise. All this unnecessary spilling of lymph would not have been necessary if I were a sedentary, but my legs were a nomadic loner, and I could not do anything but go where I ride. Until no one dared to stand in my way, and one day I heard an animal also provided with chelae, watching at a safe distance, said "Look, my son, that is Viskovitz, fastest tail of the West!

The populationfour brothers Earp, radiant with joy at the victory, came up to me to thank me ... good, they also killed one stroke of chelicerae, tail and jaws.
With a broken heart, I saw them die, and one of them told me

"You can not do anything, skorpio is the way you are, you're a paruroctonus maesanensis, a crude form of life that has survived only because the speed of their reflexes murderers. You would not be as fast if you could think about what you do. Just a nothing, a vibration within your circle criticism, and wham, your obtuse reflex hit. It is the madness of this ecosystem, which produces machines as uncontrollable and stupid like you, Viskovitz. Then it was REALLY

you right. He was a stranger in my own body, helpless before the automation of my primitive nervous system. It exudes a tear and I cursed my luck. Had finally understand that the only service he could give to my people was to stay away. So the Lord God had put me in the wilderness for him to do the least damage to his creatures.
But soon reached sexual maturity, and legs began to take me there where the higher the concentration of female pheromones. One day I found a lot in the neighborhood of a pink escorpioncilla called Lara, who had the preabdomen telson convex and piriformis. Seeing me undecided, wanted to reassure:

"Do not worry, Visken, inhibit sex pheromoneI and carnage that continued to commit, had put a high price on my head, and began to appear the first murderers to pay: the best lines in the area met to form vigilance squads and trying to hunt me down. Day after day, as they fractured his skull, not lost hope that I will challenge any truly seasoned. Maybe some of my brothers, or even one parent who had never met and who, in violation of my mother, that had begun to curse. But it was a very different profile which I saw one day appear on the horizon.

was black as poison, flaming and hate, beauty and death.

walked down the dune, silent as a mirage, unraveling like an odalisque, and acamblando erco tarsi and flexing the arms, in the majesty of a queen of the desert, with the malice of a witch carnivorous. Five bodies were arrested me, leaned on the tarsi of palpi combs and looked at me four eyes of lobsters.

"Do not be fooled hissed. I'm here to kill you.

Its smell me stunned, disarmed me, blocking all my reflexes of defense. His subduing malice paralyzed me like poison that immobilizes the prey before giving the final blow. He had finally found what she was looking for my defeat. It was time to accept with gratitude the end. And yet, had never been so strong the desire to live, never had much sense of existence as at that moment. YBesides, what use would my death, if he survived that seductive evil, killing machine that even deadlier than me?
That thought gave me the rage necessary to cock the tail and take the fighting stance.
stayed motionless staring with icy eyes and completely empty, our bodies handed over entirely to the only power they knew, the law of the tail, the only law in the West. A long silence followed, broken only by the sound of the legs of spiders, mites and insects gathered in a circle around us, to follow that ritual as old as the desert. The wind whistled eerily sounding like a slaughter, a song of death. Enton
lively tail identical to me. Was it at that like, or perhaps something about the smell, but the truth is that I was not able to take down the tail on them: whenever I was ready to kill, a discharge of involuntary reflexes forced me to take a piggyback ride , sing old ballads and worry about their education.
Every day at dawn, when I saw the little Ljuba bury under the sand to retain moisture, felt horror. The first time it has started to whine, probably kill it. And if we defraudábamos, be they who would kill us. Sooner or later I would fly a tail.

Every night, returning home from hunting with a heavy heart, I expected the worst. In changTMLXC (and certainly their cunning and evil lawyers and agents) that I intend to transcribe all his story is not profitable. I just want to find that damn book, buy it and begin to lend and recommend strongly to want around me.

That Yahweh, the compassionate, the merciful, bless and

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