united states exports holocausteurs to most countries around the world. not all of them get to kill, but some of them do.
united states exports holocausteurs to most countries around the world. not all of them get to kill, but some of them do.
The tall man bumped into my shoulder as he walked by. I can hardly blame him, the crowd was thick and excited.
My hair clip fell out.
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we all have some profoundly fucked up sexual experience what just flips our entire existence upside down. I mean, that’s gotta be true, yeah? I can’t be the only one! I can’t even be in some sexual minority so shut the fuck up!
David Kratom wakes up on the sidewalk. the sun fills his eyes, but a large object passes over the sun, a relief. the object is his home, floating away like a damned balloon, not relief. but he can’t quite get up. the men are laughing at him, yukking it up as they take his life. why did it have to be David Kratom who never did a damned thing to hurt nobody in his damned life. He turns his head and looks at the plot of land where minutes before his home stood. a lil bitty starst to sprout in its place. his legs regain their feeling and he rises, walks to the sprout. at the end of it is a damned sidearm, which he plucks.
i am not going to do any serious story spoilers here (i just don’t want to really, just in case. i don’t feel good posting even tagged spoilers yet, for some reason), i just beat the game last night and would like to put my thoughts down for now while they’re fresh.