Sometimes I like to tear off my nails and throw them in my ravaged hair, as though to symbolize the demons who I envision tearing out my mind while I sleep. Sometimes I point torches to the north of my room in hopes that while light is near, the ghosts shan't be here.
Off topic, but those damn dirty beasts at Fredort Corp. have stolen my runed cake. When I get ahold of Fred Ortial i'm going to make him wish he'd never crossed my path.
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