I've thought of the possibility of an afterlife. I've looked into the various religious interpretations of one. I was leaning on the lack thereof, personally. But no living person can do more than theorize ( Read more... )

( Private )

[a sharp 'crack' is transcribed, then an explosion]

That was a very messy swing, Bad Girl.

I would like to know the number of people here who have killed at least once or more in their life. Was it a job or merely for pleasure? This is not for research but for my own curiosity.

[a pause, as if she's going to say something else, but she stops herself]

( Private )

There are currently two hundred forty-one (241) residents in the castle. Going by names alone, I was unable to determine the gender of one hundred fifty-two (152) of these inhabitants. The remaining eighty-nine (89) were used as a sample pool ( Read more... )

[She's at the castle entrance, idly looking around and taking everything in. Pausing to stretch, she catches sight of Travis and brings her hands back down, briefly brushing against the grenades at her waist]Everything is so alive here, is it not? I have not seen sights like this since I was young. It is hard to believe that such a place could be ( Read more... )

[the following is dictated in a Swedish accent] A journal, and a castle. This is not Santa Destroy. I have not killed him yet.

[distinctive sound of a prosthetic leg clumping on the floor as she walks around the room, taking everything in] Number 7, where have you gone? You were supposed to prove me wrong.

[pause] Do not be a coward, number 7, I ( Read more... )