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Blue Love Night
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>>88645My mind opens to clear voices crashing through my inner one.
For whatever my inner voice had to say, the weight of these ones are much greater.
Punch the eye. This thing must be the one doing this to me. It must be what nailed me to the wall. It has to be. I will do more than punch it's eye. When I get out I will find it and torture it as it tortured I! And when it is weak and at Death's door, I shall devour it!...
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Well, that was an... aggressive thing to say.
I notice that my backpack is actually missing along with all the items I thought I had, save for the four nails I have.
To make up for this, I'll take this... whatever it is, floating on top of the blood, as suggested.
Now, with that out of the way. How should I damage the eye?
Should I punch it? Kick it? Try to bite it?
Maybe I could make some use of these nails, hm?
Any way would be tremendously satisfying after all this.
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