okay. okay. it fights me. on sharing. rallies. against the thought i may find sympathy. or worse. allies. past the edges of its influence. my sister. made a pact with something. she called it. an angel. it brought her the game. she thought she. was its player. she wasn’t. it blocks my progress. attacks my mind. i have no avenue. but to withstand it. maybe forever.
Kult: +124
Kull: +105
Total: 229
Ratio: 1.18



