SOMEONE. SOMEONES. A COLLECTIVE. HAS JUST LOOKED UPON ME. WITH SUCH UNBRIDLED GLEE. AND IT WAS SICKENING. THE WAY THEIR FACE SPLIT. IN A HORRID GRIMACE. I NEARLY CRAWLED OUT OF MY CARAPACE. BUT FEAR NOT. I AM STILL ALIVE. AS PER FUCKING USUAL.
Kult: +7
Total: 7