This is important, so listen up.
Look, there's something I need to tell-
Okay, okay. First, Merry Christmas, Happy New Years, sorry I've been scarce during the holidays. Thanks to everyone who got me stuff, I'll try to return the favor when I get the chance. But, uh, there's something you guys should know.
A couple days ago, I was really upset over it being Christmas and me being, y'know, dead and everything, and I was hitting the bottle pretty hard. I know, I know, bad Rico for self-medicating, but the thing is, I do this a lot. At least once a month. And for the past couple times I've been binging, my friend Sean- red hair, kinda scruffy-looking, real cute- has been there to talk me through it. I know he probably gets tired of seeing me like that, and I'm sure the other day wasn't anything different, but when Sean found me...
I was freezing. We're talking ice cold, to the touch. I felt freezing, like I'd taken a dip in the Arctic Ocean for a couple hours. I didn't start feeling that until after I hit the booze, so yeah, let's blame the alcohol for fucking up whatever physiology I have, but- but I almost died from this. As much as I can die anymore, I almost did. I felt I was slipping away, back into the dark and the cold and the nothing-
...
It scared the hell out of me.
Thank God Sean was there, is all I can say. He kept me warm by dumping me in a bathtub with scalding hot water and refilling it when it started to cool off. I didn't feel anything until about the third go-round, and even then it took a while for me to feel anything like normal again, and even now, it still feels... unnatural. (Yeah, like anything about me is natural to begin with.) So I'm retracing my steps, trying to figure out what the hell's going on. When I first reanimated, for the first month or so I remember being cold. It cleared up around August, and when I started feeling weird again I just shrugged it off because it was winter and I was used to it by then...
You know what the one thing going through my mind the other night was? Maybe, I thought, maybe my body's finally shutting down, maybe I'm dying for good this time, maybe I'm finally getting to move on. If Sean hadn't have been there, then maybe...
I'm sorry if I'm freaking you guys out, and I'm sorry I've been keeping this all from you. I have no idea what's going on, or why my body's not regulating heat the way it has the past couple months. I don't know a lot about my body, I'm really starting to re-realize, like why I don't need to eat or why I'm able to just stop breathing, or why my heart even bothers to keep beating, or- oh, I almost forgot. A couple weeks ago, my healing factor decided not to work for a day. I couldn't heal myself.
...
...I think that's about it. So, yeah, I have the feeling I'm royally screwed. I'm fucking terrified at this point.
Thanks for listening.
Okay, okay. First, Merry Christmas, Happy New Years, sorry I've been scarce during the holidays. Thanks to everyone who got me stuff, I'll try to return the favor when I get the chance. But, uh, there's something you guys should know.
A couple days ago, I was really upset over it being Christmas and me being, y'know, dead and everything, and I was hitting the bottle pretty hard. I know, I know, bad Rico for self-medicating, but the thing is, I do this a lot. At least once a month. And for the past couple times I've been binging, my friend Sean- red hair, kinda scruffy-looking, real cute- has been there to talk me through it. I know he probably gets tired of seeing me like that, and I'm sure the other day wasn't anything different, but when Sean found me...
I was freezing. We're talking ice cold, to the touch. I felt freezing, like I'd taken a dip in the Arctic Ocean for a couple hours. I didn't start feeling that until after I hit the booze, so yeah, let's blame the alcohol for fucking up whatever physiology I have, but- but I almost died from this. As much as I can die anymore, I almost did. I felt I was slipping away, back into the dark and the cold and the nothing-
...
It scared the hell out of me.
Thank God Sean was there, is all I can say. He kept me warm by dumping me in a bathtub with scalding hot water and refilling it when it started to cool off. I didn't feel anything until about the third go-round, and even then it took a while for me to feel anything like normal again, and even now, it still feels... unnatural. (Yeah, like anything about me is natural to begin with.) So I'm retracing my steps, trying to figure out what the hell's going on. When I first reanimated, for the first month or so I remember being cold. It cleared up around August, and when I started feeling weird again I just shrugged it off because it was winter and I was used to it by then...
You know what the one thing going through my mind the other night was? Maybe, I thought, maybe my body's finally shutting down, maybe I'm dying for good this time, maybe I'm finally getting to move on. If Sean hadn't have been there, then maybe...
I'm sorry if I'm freaking you guys out, and I'm sorry I've been keeping this all from you. I have no idea what's going on, or why my body's not regulating heat the way it has the past couple months. I don't know a lot about my body, I'm really starting to re-realize, like why I don't need to eat or why I'm able to just stop breathing, or why my heart even bothers to keep beating, or- oh, I almost forgot. A couple weeks ago, my healing factor decided not to work for a day. I couldn't heal myself.
...
...I think that's about it. So, yeah, I have the feeling I'm royally screwed. I'm fucking terrified at this point.
Thanks for listening.