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I have been speaking with Takada-ko's room companion.
His name is Belphegor.
The conversation has been interesting so far.
Very interesting.
And then it struck.
This plague is spreading across the ship, and perhaps at an alarming rate.
It is probably too late to contain it.
What it is caused by and the true intent of the viral infection (as I assume it would be), is unknown.
It is an incredible itching, however, and not the kind that tells me I want to investigate something.
It's more like an increasing desire to go bathe for an eternity, though I'm sure someone has already tried that, and to no avail.
It is proven, however, that scratching something, only causes it to itch more and causes risk of further detriment.
His name is Belphegor.
The conversation has been interesting so far.
Very interesting.
And then it struck.
This plague is spreading across the ship, and perhaps at an alarming rate.
It is probably too late to contain it.
What it is caused by and the true intent of the viral infection (as I assume it would be), is unknown.
It is an incredible itching, however, and not the kind that tells me I want to investigate something.
It's more like an increasing desire to go bathe for an eternity, though I'm sure someone has already tried that, and to no avail.
It is proven, however, that scratching something, only causes it to itch more and causes risk of further detriment.