Not sure if my fire alarms are going off cause of spiders or because of carbon monoxide.
But its late and I dont wanna wake up my maintenance guy.
So if I die.
Ben gets my comic books.
Jordan gets my snakes and fish.
Callie gets all my books.
Everything else is up for grabs.
Modern life ain’t for me bro, I was meant to be a mysterious skeleton with jewels for eyes wearing a hooded cloak, giving out quests and dark prophecies to adventurers from my home / ancient prison inside of a cave.