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[a_failed_god]

Oh, but you do scream so well. I try to avoid concerning myself with the visceral details of my work - the pulpy feeling of organs, the scent of blood is satisfying, but ought not to be distracting - yet with you.

As always, you are quite perfect. Rending you apart, I can almost forget myself. The table fades. The walls turn grey

Comments

[zacked]

... but you didn't answer the really important question, Professor.

[a_failed_god]

Oh?

[zacked]

Did you open your present yet?!

[a_failed_god]

Of course not.

[kotostrings]

....

[a_failed_god]

Is it as you imagined?

[kotostrings]

Is what as I imagined?

[a_failed_god]

Love.

Or, to be more specific, loving something defective. He is only a fragment of what a normal human being ought to be; no doubt, with your time together, you have become aware of this.

I suppose, if one were feeling whimsical, one might suggest he is only half of a Self. A partial soul. A weak shadow.

Like pieces of a jigsaw, he is riddled with holes, and one cannot fill them with just anything.

[ellectrics]

Having fun?

[a_failed_god]

Fun?

... I suppose it is pleasing enough to qualify.

[not_a_parrot]

Sounds DELIGHTFUL!!!!!

[a_failed_god]

Indeed.

[not_a_parrot]

The blood, the screams of pain and torture, the slippery feel of organs and innards....I can almost see it!!!!

sad;lsanglksanglsnglnkesglkvnslkvnfdslkngfelwkngesdgsd

[foreswear]

...

;D

[a_failed_god]

Well?

Private//Unhackable. I STILL CAN'T THINK PROPERLY. MY BRAIN IS dslkfnglengewgsdg

[foreswear]

Stop.

Private//Unhackable. I-I'M SO GLAD. ;v;

[a_failed_god]

Answer the question.