four; (Funny. Four's the number of death, isn't it?)
Whoop-de-fucking-do, guess who's back.
Wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to wake up in that fountain (last time I ever hang out there; not when dead people are going to pop up like daisies from the water), and took a while getting all that water out of my ears, but I can't say that being alive again is particularly bad. Where did I leave my cigs...
And looking through the network, seems like quite a few people ran across my body. First off, a big fucking thank you for calling it disgusting; your respect for the dead impresses me to no end. Second, if any kids saw it...well, now you know what lungs look like when a person smokes too much. So don't do it.
...fucking bastard could have left my body in one piece, at least...
[Filtered against the Triple-A // Unhackable]
And I'm feeling particularly generous today. Must be an effect from being dead. Here's some information I gathered through that encounter with the freak, do what you will with it.
-Actually, the curfew-guard freak's gone already gone, it seems, so I'll skip over that. Though I will say that he's strong as fuck and a sadist to boot.
-Lady who wanted to know where he came from? Couldn't do it, sorry. He turned the streets black and came up from behind me like a stalker.
-Dead people come back to life. I don't know how many people know this, but here, I'm proof. Had my chest torn into and half of my skin ripped off, but no scars, no damage, no exhaustion, nothing. It can't just be me, so if someone dies, well, don't panic. They'll pop up in that fountain in a couple days, I reckon.
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Hmm, funny feeling, this. Being reborn on Friday the 13th. Maybe I'll turn into Jason. That would be fucking awesome.
Wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to wake up in that fountain (last time I ever hang out there; not when dead people are going to pop up like daisies from the water), and took a while getting all that water out of my ears, but I can't say that being alive again is particularly bad. Where did I leave my cigs...
And looking through the network, seems like quite a few people ran across my body. First off, a big fucking thank you for calling it disgusting; your respect for the dead impresses me to no end. Second, if any kids saw it...well, now you know what lungs look like when a person smokes too much. So don't do it.
...fucking bastard could have left my body in one piece, at least...
[Filtered against the Triple-A // Unhackable]
And I'm feeling particularly generous today. Must be an effect from being dead. Here's some information I gathered through that encounter with the freak, do what you will with it.
-Actually, the curfew-guard freak's gone already gone, it seems, so I'll skip over that. Though I will say that he's strong as fuck and a sadist to boot.
-Lady who wanted to know where he came from? Couldn't do it, sorry. He turned the streets black and came up from behind me like a stalker.
-Dead people come back to life. I don't know how many people know this, but here, I'm proof. Had my chest torn into and half of my skin ripped off, but no scars, no damage, no exhaustion, nothing. It can't just be me, so if someone dies, well, don't panic. They'll pop up in that fountain in a couple days, I reckon.
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Hmm, funny feeling, this. Being reborn on Friday the 13th. Maybe I'll turn into Jason. That would be fucking awesome.