11-11-2020, 05:56 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary joined the throng of animals slipping into the Deep Sea Dome, and she stepped through the sand to her usual spot on the crowd’s outskirts. Her purple witch hat, which she’d worn for Halloween, sat atop her head, and she tapped the brim to adjust the accessory upon her head. Despite Halloween passing well over a week ago, Rosemary still felt in the spirit of the holiday.
Besides Halloween, the Typhoon hadn’t had much going on. Most of Rosemary’s more interesting memories from October came from her travels to PalmClan and AE, for no other reason than she wanted to see the world and help the healer-less PalmClan. Still, nothing to do meant no wounds to mend and no raids to clean up after, so she had enjoyed the peace and quiet. She’d needed the time to finish building and decorating her new treehouse.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Besides Halloween, the Typhoon hadn’t had much going on. Most of Rosemary’s more interesting memories from October came from her travels to PalmClan and AE, for no other reason than she wanted to see the world and help the healer-less PalmClan. Still, nothing to do meant no wounds to mend and no raids to clean up after, so she had enjoyed the peace and quiet. She’d needed the time to finish building and decorating her new treehouse.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?