*mumbling in his sleep*
"Can't fall asleep, can't fall asleep. Bad things happen. Awful things happen. Scream, scream...it will do you no good!"
*wakes startled. Looks about rubbing eyes and shaking.*
Damn, feel tired. Been up all night again. Well, I did doze for a bit. Keep that up and it will get me killed. I survived another night and hopefully another day to tell more tales of wit and charm. I need to drum up some breakfast. It would seem all men are for themselves so they can fend for themselves.
*heads to kitchen with weapons. Discovers Nisgeis*
"Good Lord! Another attack! What a mess. Private Gardener is not cleaning that up! No sir!"
*looks down at the headless torso*
"Well sir, you will not be asking or answering any more questions today. Just as well, you were never quite right. Perhaps dropped as a baby."
*laughs. grabs bread and other provisions. Heads to the north tower.*
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“You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road
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