Damien's running around like a headless chicken, first floor's flooded up to my knees, oh what a beautiful day.

This better not end up with us sitting on the roof.

And, of course, birdgirl won't have a problem with any of this. Go make yourself useful and buy us groceries once this city turns into fucking Venice.

I'm beginning to wonder if I should get a job.

...

Nah.

Granted, it might help the whole being bloody bored as hell thing.

And here we go, another sappy holiday.

It's always hilarious to watch, whether it be here or back home.

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And how long are we waiting for the poor souls to rescue us from these oh-so-dangerous monsters and come back home?

Shit, I'm bored.

...damned bitch better be coming back.

That ring certainly cost enough.

Maybe if I actually marry her sorry ass, she'll stay next time.

EDIT: Oh fuck me. This city can burn in hell for all I care. Fuck you, Purgatorium.

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...So why is this brat following me around?

Christ, this place went to hell.

...Hah.

What in the holy name of god happened in this place when I was gone?

Ain't this a wonderful time to come back. God, my stomach. Is there a single thing to eat in this hellhole?

As much as the idea of having a job disinterests me, it's getting utterly boring around here. Watching Damien mix potions isn't my idea of a good time.

What kind of jobs are available, anyway? Preferably something a litle more hands on than deliveries or shopkeeping.

I need to do something in this shithole.

There's nothing quite like citywide brainfuckery dreams. But, well, I had always wanted a tattoo that looked like this anyway.

Sellz. Question.