Nothing good ever comes out of this damned place. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone who writes anything down and ties it to these damned rods grows horns out of their heads ( Read more... )

It’s a damned good thing I don’t sleep in my robes. I’m ready to kick whoever’s ass is at fault here. I have enough to worry about without having to wake up growing wings out of my god-damned back. It wouldn’t be so bad if they were a normal size, but these pieces of shit are enormous ( Read more... )