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> DM: Sit on his corpse
You're sitting on EI's corpse. The body dropped dead and slid down the wall as you put EI's life clock to an end. Now, he's dead thanks to your over crazed fetish with collective hatred. At least you're certain that he cannot leave the hive now, at least not on his own anyway. He's still dead though, and so is your self esteem. You must admit EI's torso is very comfortable to sit on when his penis isn't erected.
> DM: Stare at his dead features
You're pretending that he's just asleep. You kissed him before, so technically he isn't asleep anymore on prospit, this corpse is just a mere shell that is left behind. You cannot delete the remaning thought from your think pan that perhaps he's just messing with you right now like he always does, and maybe he really does just merely pretending.
==>
His face is so gentle and beautiful. He is always beautiful, even when energed or sad. You can't help to think how stoned he looks though, green blood sure reminds you of sopor. You just realized you never saw EI happy in your life.
> DM: Resist the urge to kiss him
Your throat burns with agony as Japanese text reveals how badly you want to fuck this corpse. He was your mastesprite, goddamn it. You never had enough courage to kiss him yourself, even if you just merely pretended to have redrom feelings toward him. All of your diaries show how much time and thought you put into kissing EI, or just how pathetic you are.
> DM: Be the necrophile, it's you
You can't resist the urge to kiss him. The slippery, tongue of his is cold and motionless inside your mouth, but the sweet delicate taste of his blood leaves nothing to be desired.
> CM: Witness the play
You are now the stuttering douche, CM. EI's matesprite. You came here to ask if you could have a spoon of sugar for your misreable attempt to bake. You didn't expect to see your semi-best friend eating your boyfriend's face. This is a stunning development.
> DM: Sit on his corpse
You're sitting on EI's corpse. The body dropped dead and slid down the wall as you put EI's life clock to an end. Now, he's dead thanks to your over crazed fetish with collective hatred. At least you're certain that he cannot leave the hive now, at least not on his own anyway. He's still dead though, and so is your self esteem. You must admit EI's torso is very comfortable to sit on when his penis isn't erected.
> DM: Stare at his dead features
You're pretending that he's just asleep. You kissed him before, so technically he isn't asleep anymore on prospit, this corpse is just a mere shell that is left behind. You cannot delete the remaning thought from your think pan that perhaps he's just messing with you right now like he always does, and maybe he really does just merely pretending.
==>
His face is so gentle and beautiful. He is always beautiful, even when energed or sad. You can't help to think how stoned he looks though, green blood sure reminds you of sopor. You just realized you never saw EI happy in your life.
> DM: Resist the urge to kiss him
Your throat burns with agony as Japanese text reveals how badly you want to fuck this corpse. He was your mastesprite, goddamn it. You never had enough courage to kiss him yourself, even if you just merely pretended to have redrom feelings toward him. All of your diaries show how much time and thought you put into kissing EI, or just how pathetic you are.
> DM: Be the necrophile, it's you
You can't resist the urge to kiss him. The slippery, tongue of his is cold and motionless inside your mouth, but the sweet delicate taste of his blood leaves nothing to be desired.
> CM: Witness the play
You are now the stuttering douche, CM. EI's matesprite. You came here to ask if you could have a spoon of sugar for your misreable attempt to bake. You didn't expect to see your semi-best friend eating your boyfriend's face. This is a stunning development.