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Sitting outside in a lawn chair, holding an energy drink and wearing sunglasses.
"I need more power."
"It isn't polite to stare."
Crona's words cut through the silence like a knife, sounding deadpan as the glasses nonchalantly slid off his face, being a tad too large to fit properly.
From behind, Ragnarok sprouted, sporting a shorts cap and gold chain.
["What're gawking at?"]
Ragnarok called me a dirty white boy once and it was all down hill from there
I will not mentally recover from this
Madness Wavelength is like living in a mobile game ad.
Nothing makes sense, and it leads to the atrophy of the brain.
"You ever just... stop feeling anything at all? It feels cold, and like I'm nowhere at all. Like a ghost."
"Do I have a favorite type of meat? I guess lamb, I remember it tasting good when I did well enough to earn being able to eat meat again."
"I don't think I could hold hands, mine are too dirty. I don't think blood ever washes away completely."









