I was informed today that we have had our first customer. A rich, obese, greasy, slob of a man who apparently thinks very highly of himself. It was said that he took great pleasure from ordering my servants about and berating them for his own ignorance and shortcomings. Though he paid in full, not even batting an eye at the exorbitant fees for the oversized sarcophagus. He will be perfect for my needs.

My servants walked him through the preemptive immortalization process, explaining to him that it would greatly enhance the end result if we had a portfolio of photographs of him to work with. These arrived in the overnighted package along with several strands of his hair that were harvested whilst he was being groomed for his photo-shoot.

I immediately mixed the hair into a concoction of beeswax, utilizing the images to create a small effigy of the man.

2008-07-15 18:20:07 Drexl rolls 10 dice to Percept+Craft (Effigy) 7,2,5,8,3, 4,3,1,3,10, 8 (3 successes)

Positioning the obsidian mirror, I command it to reveal the fatman to me.

2008-07-15 18:56:38 Drexl rolls 9 dice to Int+Occ(Scry) (Diff 7) 10,7,1,1,3, 7,3,5,7,5 (2 successes)

As expected, I do not have to wait long for him to engage in the behavior I seek. I will wait for the gluttonous wretch to partake of his most favored of vices, wait for just the right moment, when the first succulent taste of his fat-laden, polluted, artery-hardening fast-food meal slides across his taste buds before I place the symbol on the forehead of the waxen figure in my hand, Through my will and Heka’s might, I extend my reach across the seven-hundred miles to Sanfield Rock once more and say to the little effigy, “Consume.”

2008-07-15 17:39:27 Drexl rolls 9 dice to Int+Occ(HandHeka) (Diff 6) 6,7,8,1,9, 10,4,3,9, 5 (5 successes)

2008-07-15 17:49:39 Drexl rolls 9 dice to Manip+Subterf(FirstTaste) (Diff 3) 4,7,8,1,4,10,4,3,9, 5 (8 successes)

Perhaps it is his weak, mortal will, perhaps his compulsion was already stronger than I had imagined, but the force of my violation takes hold immediately. Violently, insistently, it urges him to eat, every time he is afforded an opportunity to indulge in his vice, his pathetic will must lock horns with mine and win if he has any hope of ignoring the craving. In America, it seems there is no reprieve from such confrontations. Everywhere one looks, the television, the billboards, newspapers, magazines, everywhere, there are images to coax one into obtaining the sickening pig-slop that passes for food. The radio in his automobile beckons him to five different places per half-hour, simply driving a mile down the street, one is visually assaulted by the multitudes of restaurants one has no hope of circumventing.

He will eat, and continue to eat rather than sleep, fornicate or defecate. In a matter of days he will be dead, if not from a heart-attack, then from internal bleeding and ruptured organs that could not contain his newfound culinary cupidity. When he does expire, he will be mine, he has already signed the contracts, his remains shall be delivered directly to Immaculate Transfiguration to be mummified by my servants in accordance with The Book and delivered to my warehouse. Though his corpse shall never arrive at his designated cemetery, if the priggish fop has any friends or relatives which deign to appear at his funeral, none will detect his absence, our Sarcophagi were never intended to be reopened. His grave shall remain empty, and his Ka shall return to me along with his Sahu when I have finished with his Khat.

I shall continue my observations of the fatman, with luck I might have the pleasure of witnessing his demise. Meanwhile, I shall make my final preparations to leave Miami, ship my possessions to the warehouse in Sanfield Rock, and send word for my underlings to make ready for my arrival. I should even have a full night to spare, that I might devote to my waiting guest before the arrival of the new moon, when I shall meet the Prince...