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I am M. Undead sometimes. Although I am undead, I have a heart. I have been a part of the living dead for years and it's already getting tiring to keep up with. I have a constant hunger for brains that I wish could be sustained with one person alas no, allowing to have this infectious disease, I have to slobber up tens, hundreds, thousands, millions of human guts. It's the kind of hunger that isn't glorifying when you do reach to that level of satisfaction. You just end up screaming for more, "BRRRRAAAAAIIINSS!!" Forget about getting close to anyone. The last time I got close to someone, all I could think about when I was around them was if their brains needed some spices or would it be perfect the way it is? What I have left to say about it is that I ate my friend and it didn't need any spices and it was delicious. After this unfortunate event, I realized something even more unfortunate - the ability to no longer be close to anyone, anymore. Years and years I will go through this, treading through aimless, souless, rootless and the worst feeling: loneliness. go back to the main page |