one hundred and fifty-eight:
[today's ink color: dark crimson. If anyone reading the journal happens to be familiar with the sound of two cats engaged in Mortal Kombat mortal combat over a ball of yarn, then they'll recognize that as background noise for this particular entry]
It's been two years since I was sacrificed to a monster in the castle basement. I still dream about it sometimes.
I wonder if any of the other sacrifices are still here, or any of the Marker worshipers [EXCEPT FOR YOU ZEXION], and if they dream about it, too.
It's been two years since I was sacrificed to a monster in the castle basement. I still dream about it sometimes.
I wonder if any of the other sacrifices are still here, or any of the Marker worshipers [EXCEPT FOR YOU ZEXION], and if they dream about it, too.