One-shot. Photography. Old.

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People used to say photographs stole your soul. With every click, a little more of yourself went away. Enough little clicks, and there was none of your soul left to go to the Hunting Grounds in the Sky. Perhaps they believed the person behind the camera was eating their soul. It wouldn’t have been hard to believe, in the old days, when cameras flashed and poofed and sent up smoke.
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And perhaps photographs do capture soul; perhaps that’s why people keep so many around, even if they never look at them – so that they never lose their soul completely. Maybe that’s why people change over time; they accumulate so many photographs that the souls in those photographs become part of themselves, changing who they are. Maybe there are photographically created vampires, people whose souls have been leeched away. Maybe they become photographers, stealing others’ souls.
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From superfinemind -

After putting in four of my current names, I got these. I've only coded one, sorry.

<td align="center"> _wolfling_ --
[adjective]:

Sexually stunning

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

Others:

Kitten-> Visually addicting
Talia-> Beat poet working the streets
Grace-> A deadly strain of projectile vomit