One entry:
I'm Flayed ... bound ... cultists everywhere. Demons summoned. "Now the fun begins" one smiles at me.
Second entry:
"No you fool!"
He summoned the rainbow colored pony anyways.
"The pretty pretty sparkles ... "
Why do people think I'm crazier than a room full of foxes in a psychiatric ward? Do they ever stop to think
how
the foxes got in there in the first place?
Why ask a question you
think
you want the answer to, yet
know
you will regret knowing?
28-Oct-2014 21:57:07
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arcblade kb