Dear Die-Ary #1 - Johnny C. - Voice/Action

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[The following message comes over the communicator shortly after the Dark Hour. The man's voice is harsh and quick, near the point of yammering, and it alternates between being incredibly quiet and being incredibly loud as he talks.]

It's slipping out oh Jesus fucking Christ it is slipping out. I didn't know I didn't mean to I fed it I fucking fed it do you hear me? I was keeping it away! I was keeping it inside! I didn't know it'd get out! Not after all the time-not after all I gave it! But the cracks had formed and they grew too wide and it slipped out I'm sorry I'm sorry I do horrible shit but oh fuck not this.

And it's like I thought it was. It's in the shadows. It's in the shadows and it is the shadows and it looks at you through the shadows. And it tried to kill me but I killed it! I KILLED IT!

I.....killed it?

I did. Something came out of me....something came out of me and I killed it what kind of fucking sense does that make? Of all the goddamn fucked up logic I've seen what fucking sense does that make? I mean I'm not new to killing things but what the hell was that? What is this?

If this is what hell is like it's worse than I thought.

[And he'll stop talking at that point.

If you're trying to wonder home after the Dark Hour tonight, feel free to find a very thin, undernourished looking man slinking around town. He wobbles occasionally, sometimes having to lean against a building to steady himself.

Go bug him?]

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[ex_cashcow493]

... The torture? Are you mad? There is hardly any torture in this land. You can fight and if you cannot, seek safety from one of the many knights who are willing to protect the less fortunate.

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Trust the other animals here?

No, I don't think so.