May 4, 2016
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YOU PIECE OF FUCKIN SHIT, TRYIN TO TALK TO ME?????
Daily reminder that you’re all dipshits.
Are you referencing that one time I did it? That was once, once!! (With my mouth at that). If you're that curious how it went I'll tell you! It felt and tasted awful, the texture was disgusting and I almost regret ever having someone else's windpipe ever touch my tongue.
Imagine eating the ends of fried chicken, you know, the parts that not a lot of people like to chew on, except larger. The whole chicken thigh is just that one part. I’d rather slice at enemies with my sword than use my hands or mouth to rip anything.
Riiight, and my entire being is... Happy? Satisfied? I’m in love with my immortal life? I’m just such a happy go lucky character who’s strong?
Stupid.
I cannot even begin to encapsulate the amount of dread I have going into towns, into the cities where I once visited and lived in a long long time ago. Not that my previous mortal life was anything worth while, but I can’t help but feel the weight of previous loved one’s lives I once was apart of. How many of their memories of me have I torn apart myself either by accident or from defending myself in what I am now.
Are these people dead? No. They’re not. I see them sometimes. I’m forced to interact with them everyday or at the very least every other month when I go to dungeon in their city. I feel the burden, the shame, guilty for living past what happened to most of their family but not to me. I want to just die.
Oh right sorry, you’re not interested in any of that inner thought turmoil. Wrong blog.
“Even as I’ve become powerful enough to beat a cyclops with my bare hands, my hatred for them remains the same.”
"You basically puked when I tried to show you how I normally end up with my... er, someone's ego. I actually don't own an ego weapon."
[pauses for a moment]
"The last time I held my own ego weapon I almost died. Or stopped existing for that matter. Death is so trivial now."
[pulls out sword]
"They just don't make egos like they used to."