The last thing I can remember, apart from the icky feeling of turning to goo, is that kid’s face. He looked kinda troubled. As if killing me was some sorta issue for him. Surely not. I mean who’d cry for a bastard like me? Hmm, maybe Martel would, but that’s beside the point.
Oh well, no big deal right? I’m okay. I’m here. Wherever here is. Stupid
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I'm Zack.
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*looong pause*
Hey, wait a moment. Did you just say Hell? Well thats just perfect!
*long line of cussing that will not be repeated here*
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I don't own anything really either. Except my clothes, but you can have them if it makes you feel better. :) I'm thinking about becoming a nudist anyway. It's so hot down here and it's not just my looks.
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Uh... okay, thanks. S'pose hell could always do with a few more nekkid people....
But... Nudist? In a desert? With sandstorms? That's gotta hurt!
I'm Greed by the way *grins*. Nice to have you here... but may I ask where all you people are coming from? (and why the fuck I'm here?)
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