A heartbreaking veterinary tale. Dog #86234
I recall a drunken conversation, years ago, in a student bar at Bristol University. It’s a conversation I’ve been dragged into many times since, but this is the first. A trainee biochemist has discovered that I’m learning to be a vet, and is now informing me at length how much money I’m going to earn. […] ‘You, mate,’ he says, finally focusing on me, and pointing a finger at my face, ‘are going to make a killing.’ He pauses for a moment, then concedes generously, ‘A small killing.’
This is from a blog on the Yog-Sothoth forums, a venue dominated by accounts of Call of Cthulhu game sessions.