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[besatisfied]

[Lady is accidentally on the second level, pulling apart her guns and cleaning them with precision and a meticulous hand. Her face is drawn, lips pursed. She's really not happy with anything going on in Template right now. But, as evil as the Joker is, he's not a demon, so she's not going to go after him. Sorry, kids.]And I thought demons were

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[mach_kick]

And now we've got another one, complete with identical twin. Like life wasn't complicated enough. [sighs]

[besatisfied]

Excuse me?

[mach_kick]

Another version of Dante showed up. I'd avoid him, he's batshit. I mean it, he's seriously screwed up in the mental department.

[besatisfied]

I really fucking hate this place.

[mach_kick]

You and me both. It was okay for a while, but now I just want to be gone. Preferably managing to somehow keep all the friends I've made here.

[besatisfied]

It's kind of making me realize I was better off without friends in the first place.

[mach_kick]

Hey, don't say that. I like you.

It's true most of the friends I've made here are gone now, but a few have stayed. And most of the ones who have gone at least taught me something worthwhile.