Fourth Slide
[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]
I still look up to the night sky expecting to see that one moon. That one, glorious, reddish, fat, moon. Instead, my eyes meet two, bringing light down across this barren land, bringing anything but joy to dearly, deprived Dexter. Two menacing moons, twice the pull, the calling of the Need.
The Need, ripping and tearing inside, the symphonic shriek within. Very strong now, carefully coiled, cool and collected. The creeping, cackling Need, stronger now than ever before, and that thing that came with it, that silent stalker, that thing that mocks me, laughs in my ear. The dark passenger.
How can I rid it of it's hunger in this wasteland? These monsters keep the Need at bay, but never satisfy the hunger. I've killed worse in my childhood than these pitiful things. These things that keep coming back, just like the humans do. I can't touch them, no, no, can't lay a finger. If I do, my secret is no more, my shadow self revealed. No doubt some of them wouldn't have a problem taking care of me.
I need to find a solution. I really need...to kill someone.
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I'm going to be out later than usual, it looks like. The High School is a mess, after all. The sweep went alright, but it's going to need a bunch of cleaning before it's inhabitable, and considering I have nothing else to do, well, it's the job for me.
I second the earlier post about some music, it might help working in this place a little less...creepy.
I still look up to the night sky expecting to see that one moon. That one, glorious, reddish, fat, moon. Instead, my eyes meet two, bringing light down across this barren land, bringing anything but joy to dearly, deprived Dexter. Two menacing moons, twice the pull, the calling of the Need.
The Need, ripping and tearing inside, the symphonic shriek within. Very strong now, carefully coiled, cool and collected. The creeping, cackling Need, stronger now than ever before, and that thing that came with it, that silent stalker, that thing that mocks me, laughs in my ear. The dark passenger.
How can I rid it of it's hunger in this wasteland? These monsters keep the Need at bay, but never satisfy the hunger. I've killed worse in my childhood than these pitiful things. These things that keep coming back, just like the humans do. I can't touch them, no, no, can't lay a finger. If I do, my secret is no more, my shadow self revealed. No doubt some of them wouldn't have a problem taking care of me.
I need to find a solution. I really need...to kill someone.
[/Filter]
I'm going to be out later than usual, it looks like. The High School is a mess, after all. The sweep went alright, but it's going to need a bunch of cleaning before it's inhabitable, and considering I have nothing else to do, well, it's the job for me.
I second the earlier post about some music, it might help working in this place a little less...creepy.