There will come a time when a great object of power shall bind us inexorably together. The unrighteous shall be washed away in their misery, and the awesome folk, well they kind of get fucked too, but not quite as bad because they are on the good side of the demons, or the angels I forget which. Anyway, giant holes shall rip open from beneath the Earth and from them shall erupt an army of really awful mutants, or zombies, or mutated zombies, and yeah, they are gonna want to eat your brains you better believe it! This is your daily warning of things to come courtesy of some prophet I listened to for a minute, before I got bored of his bring-down and began to enumerate my many failures in life. Maybe I should build a space ship, then my earthly sins won't mean shit.
In other news, the little people keep knocking on my windows, whereafter they run off to hide behind bushes and trees, mocking the human condition or maybe my bold codpiece? Friend made it for me! Anyway, what joy could these diminutive little woodland fucks have in watching me suffer? I tell you I can't even beat up an old man anymore, or trick dumb people into liking me; life is hard as hell. What's the world come to when your brain is running away from you with tiny, super-fast legs that make it run way faster than you across the kitchen floor but goddamn I hate mice let me tell you. I hope this isn't the cheese I put the rat poison in. Rats sure don't like mice let me tell you, because their poison will fucking kill a mouse dead. I know the brain rat is in the basement somewhere, just gotta route the motherfucker out with fire, or tigers, or tigers on fire!
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Check out my Johari window.
Ok... One more thing; General Specifics.
