Events are uneventful. But hey. First post of new year. HAIL THE GODS> EXAMINE YOUR PITIFUL EXISTENCE. ALL IS NOT WELL IN THIS POORLY FUNCTIONING UNIVERSE. PRAY THEY WILL HEAR AND TAKE YOUR BLOOD TO THE SKIES. HAIL. ALL. HAIL.
A notail appeared on my couch from thin air and then proceeded to flirt with Mystery. Quite shocking. I think her a pawn of the high bloodthroe tongues, perhaps.
I continue to ask. ARE YOU WELL?
ARE YOU ALRIGHT WITH ACCEPTING THE UNDENIABLE FACT OUR EXISTENCE IS UNMEANINGFUL AND WE SHALL PERISH AND DECAY TO FEED THE PARASITES AND FUNGI FEASTING UPON OUR ROTTEN CORPSES, OVERALL UNIMPORTANT TO THE UNIVERSE AND THE GRAND SCHEME OF DISMAY? <3
Once Trignia saw the sun and the moon, madly in love.
Quite adorable.
Til they both died.
Very tragic.
But this is the will of the insufferable high circle, deep in the plunges of brinking insanity.