(September 2, 2014 at 10:22 pm)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote: You know what? I'd kill all of you if my dad would so much as call me on my birthday. He hasn't in decades.
Count your blessings.
You can kill me at the end of next year. I finally qualify for my career at the end of this year and I'd like to enjoy the fruits of my labours for a time before being mercilessly slaughtered, please.
Dying to live, living to die.
