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18
You know what would be awesome, Schuldig? You staying a good five hundred meters away from me at all times. Now that's real romantic. Didn't some old fart say distance makes the heart grow fonder?
Haine, we (mostly you) need to get the hell out of our room. Shit's driving me mad. -
17
I think I would pay to get a job, this place is so fucking boring. I think boring is coming out of my ears because I'm so bored. Bored, bored, bored, fucking boreeeeeed.
Why the hell do I write in this? I must be really bored. I love my life, especially when I'm getting shot at. -
16
I can't even take a shit in peace.
FUCK THIS ALL. -
15
Is this some kind of trick?
I have my eye back, I have them both. I don't smell like smokes, I don't even need one. Hahaha, what the fuck is going on? Not that I mind, and I think I'm seeing things. Brother...
Haine, goddammit, stop bleeding on the floor. -
13
Why does everything always end up with me being shot at? Shit. -
12
WHY THE FUCK AM I COVERED IN CIGARETTES, A FEW LIGHTERS, AND A MOTHER FUCKING SANDWICH.
I can't even die in peace, shit. I bet the whole idea of the lovely "departing" gifts was inspired by a certain Haine.
Thanks for the birthday gift. Fucking mansion. -
11
[ Voice Post ]
...this kind of fucking sucks, ahahaha.
[coughing and wheezing]
And everyone said I was going to die from lung cancer. Proved you wrong, you albino bastard.
[thump]
[ooc: Yes, he is dead] -
10
I think I'm dying, fuck.
I'll be better by tomorrow, gotta' smoke and drink it off. -
09
...what happened down there? The underground-
My eyes, I mean, my eye-
Who are these people in these pictures?
Chocolate cigarettes. Heh.
