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grilled_cheezI've been a bit.. busy.
Call it intensive training with my succubus, or the imp. Maybe even the voidwalker, although he cracks me up every now and again. Doesn't matter.
I remember being alive. I remember a much more simple time, when life was slow paced, lazy, and you could just sit and watch the world go by.
But that's all in the distant past now. Sometimes I feel like I should maybe go back into the grave I came out of and wait for my body to finish rotting away. But then I realize that that won't happen. I don't know why, either. That part of being ressurected into this semblance of unlife by Sylvanas was never fully explained to me, and frankly I'm not sure I want to know.
Call it intensive training with my succubus, or the imp. Maybe even the voidwalker, although he cracks me up every now and again. Doesn't matter.
I remember being alive. I remember a much more simple time, when life was slow paced, lazy, and you could just sit and watch the world go by.
But that's all in the distant past now. Sometimes I feel like I should maybe go back into the grave I came out of and wait for my body to finish rotting away. But then I realize that that won't happen. I don't know why, either. That part of being ressurected into this semblance of unlife by Sylvanas was never fully explained to me, and frankly I'm not sure I want to know.
