it was her... she was dangling off of that tendril, looking at me, that warm smile still on her face
dear fucking christ i saw her entrails, seeping out of her stomach, blood in gallons pouring onto the floor, hearing every drop hit the wood AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD FUCKING DO ABOUT IT
WHY
just let her go FOR FUCK SAKE just let her rest
FUCK
Oh, is that what got you all worked up? HAH!
ReplyDeleteNewsflash, our Tall Friend never let's go of anyone, just look at Morningstar. How many times has he been brought back as a tool?
No my deluded friend, no piece ever leaves this game, they keep them, all of them. Maybe now you can understand why it's all meaningless: life, death, neither matters. Because if the game wills it, it will bring back any piece it desires.
Hence why the only logical move that matters is to end the game, completely.
YOU FUCK OFF
DeleteI am not in the MOOD for your IDIOTIC attempts at mind games, just FUCK OFF.
Hehehehe fine.
DeleteIf denial is the medicine of your choosing then so be it.
However, do me a favour, if you're going to have a breakdown, do it quietly, some of us are trying to plan.