03-20-2018, 12:35 PM
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a head injury wasn't that bad. sure, he had his head bashed in, and he had no idea what he was besides his foreign-language name, but at least he wasn't dead. then again, his head still hurt like a motherfucker, and so he wasn't happy. pain did that to people- with the constant thump of white-hot pain scorching his brain, he had no time to deal with other people's shit.
as much as he hated people, he loved surviving and not being dead, and so didn't resist his new home. he got food, water, and shelter, the things he needed, but not what he wanted. it was at this point he realized that laying in the middle of nowhere got him no merit and as much as he wanted to avoid society, he had to interact with them. he was the chessmaster, the mastermind, and so he needed some pawns.
coming to the center of the marsh, where most gathered, he sat down. "tanglewood- my name is nocturne. yes, i'm injured and yes, i'm still bleeding," he said, noting the red-stained bandages wrapped around his temple. "but i'm still functioning. i want to get to know you all." kind of. "i want you to say what you're best at. me- for example- sarcasm."
haha, so funny. nocturne was a comedy genius. that was sarcasm.
a head injury wasn't that bad. sure, he had his head bashed in, and he had no idea what he was besides his foreign-language name, but at least he wasn't dead. then again, his head still hurt like a motherfucker, and so he wasn't happy. pain did that to people- with the constant thump of white-hot pain scorching his brain, he had no time to deal with other people's shit.
as much as he hated people, he loved surviving and not being dead, and so didn't resist his new home. he got food, water, and shelter, the things he needed, but not what he wanted. it was at this point he realized that laying in the middle of nowhere got him no merit and as much as he wanted to avoid society, he had to interact with them. he was the chessmaster, the mastermind, and so he needed some pawns.
coming to the center of the marsh, where most gathered, he sat down. "tanglewood- my name is nocturne. yes, i'm injured and yes, i'm still bleeding," he said, noting the red-stained bandages wrapped around his temple. "but i'm still functioning. i want to get to know you all." kind of. "i want you to say what you're best at. me- for example- sarcasm."
haha, so funny. nocturne was a comedy genius. that was sarcasm.
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malphas + henri + amnia