You Sadistic Pansycake.

The Floor Is Solid Metal In Some Places And Metal Grating In Others. Everything Smells Like Rotting Garbage And Fire. "don't Say I Never Took You Anywhere Nice," Peter Says. "wouldn't Dream Of It," I Say.

You May Have Succeeded In Shutting Down The Attack Simulation, Girl, But It Was By Luck Alone, Not Skill. I Would Die Of Shock If You Managed To Do Anything Useful Again For A Long Time" This Is The Marcus That Tobias Knows. The One Who Knows Right Where To Hit To Cause The Most Damage.

Awkwardness Aside, It's Nice To Be Liked.

I Suppose Everything Is Bound To Look Different When You Aren't On Your Way To Die.

Noise And Activity Are The Refuges Of The Bereaved And The Guilty.