The voices in your head sound a lot more interesting than mine. Mine all sound like cesar romero and all they tell me to do is set things on fire. I mean, come on guys we did that last weekend.
Disregarding the fact that a great deal of atrocities take place simply due to weather, which is not in the hands of men and is completely in the control of god.
That autistic talking dog is right! I have been wasting my life, I need to go out there and take chances. Thank you mentally challenged canine, thank you.
When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming- as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of NOTHING will appear above your bed, and from it will appear a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will only see a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face my dark work begins. I shall open one of my six mouths, and sing the song that ends the earth.
Don't you say another goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite, but if you say one more thine, WORD ONE, I will kill myself, then when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you, this FEAR ENGINE will bore a hole between that world and this one.
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