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[originofsin.livejournal.com]

How exactly does one remove bullets from flesh?

And don't bother if you're just going to say, "Oh my, poor thing!" You can go fuck yourselves.

Oh yeah: Need that info. NOW.

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[originofsin.livejournal.com]

You know, I just can't wait until the castle screws you over too.


And why should I tell you about my world? Hm~?

[bowwow-bangbang.livejournal.com]

But it plays favorites, right?


No reason. Except that you clearly like to talk, and I've got the time to listen.

[originofsin.livejournal.com]

I'm a bastard, you're a bastard. You'll get yours eventually.


(short pause)

Heh. Fine.

To be blunt, it controls everything. Life, knowledge, all that crap. Its practically the only thing closest to a god. Only it manifests in the form of a gate, hence the creative title.

[bowwow-bangbang.livejournal.com]

Maybe.


Let me guess - you pissed off the gate?

[originofsin.livejournal.com]

The Gate plays no favorites. It consumes without question.

I simply asked for it to take me in. That's all.

[bowwow-bangbang.livejournal.com]

You asked for the equivalent of a god to take you to it?


Smooth, Gil. Smooth.

[originofsin.livejournal.com]

The reasons were my own, and personally none of your damn buisness. I explained the basics and that's all I feel like sharing for today.

[bowwow-bangbang.livejournal.com]

Story-time's over?

Guess it's bedtime then.

Don't forget to leave your journal open, Gil.

In case you have a nightmare.

[originofsin.livejournal.com]

As long as you leave yours closed. I really don't want to know if you're having a dirty dream about me~

[bowwow-bangbang.livejournal.com]

You're going to have to get over those thoughts of me, Gil.

It's unbecoming.

[originofsin.livejournal.com]

(purposefully transcribed sigh)

Then it is with the deepest regret that I have to do this. Tears me apart, really.

(foreboding chuckles)

[bowwow-bangbang.livejournal.com]

[a pause]



...?

[originofsin.livejournal.com]

(cackles)

Check your journal.