What is it about even thinking about revising papers that gets me into a panicky mess? It doesn't help that the teacher's notes are only barely legible.
I am the hee of my ho. Religious symbolism is my body, and the end of the world is my blood. I have gotten over a thousand game overs. Unknown to Lucifer. Nor known to YHVH. Have withstood broken bosses to get multiple endings. Yet these hands will never stop fusing twinked minions. So, as I grind, Unlimited Megaten Works.