so...it begins...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRLHPF6poHcwake up wake up on a saturday night.
Things are going on, everywhere i die.
damn it! i can't get that song out of the head. it's the only song i know, it's the only thing i know, and it had to be this stupid song! sung by one of disney's new Hooters!
"you know chief, i thought you were dead!"
"said the flying skull at my back" commented I nameless one.
"what? well, in any case, how did you end up here?"
"no clues, but someone is going to pay with blood and his soul"
"woah, calm down chief, man you're all beat up"
"fighting the batman takes time"
"yeah well dunno who the batman is but you've got a story on your back"
"can't remember it"
"no no, YOU HAVE A STORY WRITTEN IN SCARS on your back. it says..."
"what?"
"stupid who read. that's what it says. and also something about pharod and a journal. And throwing pies at grannys when they're crossing the road so they can get killed by a passing truck sheesh. i shouldn't have told you this"
"nah, i'm cool mate. i'll just need some pies."
"well, if we want some pie we will have to leave this place. search for a key. i'll follow close"
"let's make em BITE THE DUST"
"yeah...only thing i ever did for a couple of decades, find a scalpel will you? you still have hands. use them"
a dead body made deadier later...
"good, here the key, now on to our FREEDOM!"
oh look, a hot lady. all for me. yeah.
shoo shoo morte. shoo.
there are also some philosophers who'm i ask about their ponderous thoughts...
walking in triangles...eh...new ways of finding god maybe?
still better than believing those horrible things...really...brr gives the shiver to think a guy would turn water into wine, with all the siccity there is, or all the poor kids who die of thirst daily.
oh looky looky...an important paper note.
Good.
and a walking and writing corpse. oh no, my bad, it's just Dhall something.
Dhall, you no leik mudkipz!?
nobody liek them sad face.
well, i'll find pharod in THE HIVE.
hell broke loose and the zergs are by now?
ah no, it's just a term for slum.
good...good...OH GOD A MONSTER!
Morte says it's a tiefling...sigh. i hoped tieflings would be like this:
oh well. still better than nothing though...sheesh, i'm not a zombie you retarded thing!
oh wait, you're deaf. how does it feel to never be able to satisfy yourself for the risk or ripping yourself apart HUHU!?!
nothing eh!. well, i'll be damne...no, on second thoughts, you be damned, i'm going out of here.
and "HEY ZOMBIE GUY!"
and the zombie...jumps?!
"YOU ALIVE! YOU SHOW ME WAY OUT OR I'LL BUTCHER YOU IN TINY PIECES WITH SCALPEL!"
showing him how'd i'd cut him with the scalpel.
nice guy. now i need a crooked finger bone.
and i found thread and embalming fluids...maybe should get back?
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