I was going to post this in the Your Day thread in The Lounge, but then I thought "hey, why don't I just put it in my journal" and headed straight over here. In the Norwegian class at school, we got an assignment where we had to write about a travel, in Neo-Norwegian (a language that was created because ordinary Norwegian was moving too far away from the traditional lingo). So I started writing about a guy who wakes up in a dark forest, tied between two trees. He manages to snake his way out from the rope, takes a look around, and finds himself next to the ashes of Fantoft Stave Chuch. Varg Vikernes and some other guy are there, and our protagonist hears that he's going to be sacrificed to Odin. He runs away, trips, prays, and next thing, he's right in front of God, AKA this guy (a pop artist who became famous over here after receiving a total of 0 votes in the Eurovision Song Contest). God sends him an hour back in time to Euronymous' house, where he is supposed to kill Varg Vikernes, as God is pretty pissed at him, aaaand then I had to save the file because I didn't have time to write any more than that. But here's the cool part: I looked at the word count right after I saved, and guess what? It was 666. The only way it could be even more kvlt, was if God was the bad guy in the story.