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Terribly sorry for not checking the network regularly. Life's been rather busy, you know, what with the zombies and warfare and all.
This curse is certainly unique, isn't it? It seems to be causing quite the uproar among some--perhaps honesty isn't always the best policy? I seem to be cursed, as well, but I doubt anything much will come of it, so long as the Cardinal and the Pope don't question me. I'm almost certain I've done something or other to warrant excommunication just recently.
Since so many of you are keen on asking questions of the afflicted today, I may as well disclose my innermost secrets and save you the bother of composing anything yourselves.
I haven't attended a single service or confessed my sins once since I've been here, and I don't particularly regret it.
I have no intention of becoming a monk.
Monsters absolutely terrify me. I highly doubt I could fight one, even if I had the physical capacity to do so. Fortunately, I'm entirely inept with most weapons, even the ones I've invented myself.
I can't cook. I can't even make tea properly. It's awful.
I only regret a single thing about being raised in the Vatican, and that's the lack of exposure to curses. Occasionally, I feel a great need to swear. The Bible, however, hasn't taught me anything particularly creative.
I firmly believe that everything has a soul, be it human, animal, vampire, or a being stitched together out of various corpses. I also suspect that Heaven lets in a good many more people than the Bible and Church would have us believe, and that it's not reserved solely for Catholics. Really, decent heathens should be granted eternal happiness, too.
If you weren't already certain that I'm a heretic, I also believe in evolution. Of course, I believe in God, as well. Justifying my ability to entertain two opposing beliefs would take far too long.
I've met Queen Victoria. I've also been forced to run away from her.
I seem physically incapable of growing a decent beard.
Given the choice between Anna's company and the company of Frankenstein's monster, I would choose the latter. Frankly, Anna frightened me.
My first and only romantic relationship lasted approximately eight hours. She appreciated the live-saving, tolerated my lack of--ahem--carnal knowledge, and finally decided she might do better when I fell on her.
I can never decide if humanity is God's most brilliant creation or His most annoying.
I was affected during the Shakespeare curse. There's a very good reason no one saw me that day.
[ooc: Cursed, but Carl's usually fairly willing to share what's on his mind. Naturally, he avoided sharing any truly meaningful secrets, so prod at your leisure. ♥ ]
This curse is certainly unique, isn't it? It seems to be causing quite the uproar among some--perhaps honesty isn't always the best policy? I seem to be cursed, as well, but I doubt anything much will come of it, so long as the Cardinal and the Pope don't question me. I'm almost certain I've done something or other to warrant excommunication just recently.
Since so many of you are keen on asking questions of the afflicted today, I may as well disclose my innermost secrets and save you the bother of composing anything yourselves.
I haven't attended a single service or confessed my sins once since I've been here, and I don't particularly regret it.
I have no intention of becoming a monk.
Monsters absolutely terrify me. I highly doubt I could fight one, even if I had the physical capacity to do so. Fortunately, I'm entirely inept with most weapons, even the ones I've invented myself.
I can't cook. I can't even make tea properly. It's awful.
I only regret a single thing about being raised in the Vatican, and that's the lack of exposure to curses. Occasionally, I feel a great need to swear. The Bible, however, hasn't taught me anything particularly creative.
I firmly believe that everything has a soul, be it human, animal, vampire, or a being stitched together out of various corpses. I also suspect that Heaven lets in a good many more people than the Bible and Church would have us believe, and that it's not reserved solely for Catholics. Really, decent heathens should be granted eternal happiness, too.
If you weren't already certain that I'm a heretic, I also believe in evolution. Of course, I believe in God, as well. Justifying my ability to entertain two opposing beliefs would take far too long.
I've met Queen Victoria. I've also been forced to run away from her.
I seem physically incapable of growing a decent beard.
Given the choice between Anna's company and the company of Frankenstein's monster, I would choose the latter. Frankly, Anna frightened me.
My first and only romantic relationship lasted approximately eight hours. She appreciated the live-saving, tolerated my lack of--ahem--carnal knowledge, and finally decided she might do better when I fell on her.
I can never decide if humanity is God's most brilliant creation or His most annoying.
I was affected during the Shakespeare curse. There's a very good reason no one saw me that day.
[ooc: Cursed, but Carl's usually fairly willing to share what's on his mind. Naturally, he avoided sharing any truly meaningful secrets, so prod at your leisure. ♥ ]