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IX. [9, 9, 9 for a lost god]
I am locking my door and I am not leaving my flat.
How long was I dead that it is Christmas now, when last I was in my world it was Walpurgis Night?
Does that explain why it feels as though years of celibacy are knocking at my door demanding recompense?
[ooc: Guess which curse the man is subject to today? If he despises you and you show up at his flat, expect him to sublimate one lust with a lust for violent killing.]
How long was I dead that it is Christmas now, when last I was in my world it was Walpurgis Night?
[ooc: Guess which curse the man is subject to today? If he despises you and you show up at his flat, expect him to sublimate one lust with a lust for violent killing.]