X11: Baticul Twilight [Text]

[stupidgenes]

Over one year in City measure of time the Replica made stay in cursed Polychromatic Home, though this stands only half measure on Auldrant should one count the days. The expedition, ended near one and one half months before, proofed only bitter failure to abscond the loathsome conditions of curses, of deities, of inescapable tic and tock of City

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[chosenfake]

Wait. What did--

I didn't--

We didn't--

[He is staring so hard at this right now.]

... We did.

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[stupidgenes]

However, the Replica held firm his gaze of longing, perhaps even desire that would not even

WHY ARE THESE THINGS POSTING THEMSELVES!?!

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[chosenfake]

[DHJKLAJKL:DJ:KLAF]

W-what the hell is that even supposed to be?! [GROAAAAAAAN] Stupid City! Just because I've been here for a year or something...!

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[stupidgenes]

falter though mine own was one of exhaustion filled with a sense of loss and being without belonging.

It's not like I'm trying to write these things! And are you saying this stupid curse is all your fault for being here so long!?!

[notflynn]

Care to read this out loud for me?

[stupidgenes]

You should be able to read it yourself.

[notflynn]

At least a summary would be nice.

[stupidgenes]

The summary is that it's none of your business! [Oh why, oh why isn't there a way to erase these darn posts! Argh!]