Day One, of no smokes:
Oh god it's terrible. I've run out of smokes. I need nicotine, it keeps me sane.
I went to the smoke shop in the marketplace, they're out of my usual chronic. Jesus H F*cking Christ. I only smoke Lucky Strikes for f*ck's sake.. everything else just feels like mouth-rape.
I can't fecking stand this. i'm going over to Taera and see if i can't get any.
------HOURS LATER------
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Day 2:
I'm trapped on Taera. They do not MAKE my smokes anymore. THey do not accept Rhydinian Coin anymore, and i have no gold or zenny on me, because i left my damned wallet on the f*cking kitchen counter and oh f*ck.. the wife's got it. DAMN IT ALISA NO SHOPPING SPREES.
I'm doomed. I will succumb to this f*cking mindrot and slowly slip into dementia. I need my nicotine.
...and now there isn't a single freaking shop open now because it's 32:00.
son of a B!TCH
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DAY 10:
Smokes. SmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke SmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke SmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke SmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke.
oh sh!t is that a pack of cigs...
..EMPTY.
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Day 20:
if anybody even f*cking mentions nicotine to me, word one - I will kill myself. And 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 all this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one.
When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows.
As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin.
I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth
.............
............
oh hey, smokes. thanks babe.
>AND SO, YEJIX WAS SAVED FROM INSANITY BY HIS BELOVED WIFE WHO MANAGED TO GET HIM SOME SMOKES. HE STILL INTENDS TO UNLEASH THE FEAR ENGINE ON RHYDIN ANYWAY IN 2012.<
Oh god it's terrible. I've run out of smokes. I need nicotine, it keeps me sane.
I went to the smoke shop in the marketplace, they're out of my usual chronic. Jesus H F*cking Christ. I only smoke Lucky Strikes for f*ck's sake.. everything else just feels like mouth-rape.
I can't fecking stand this. i'm going over to Taera and see if i can't get any.
------HOURS LATER------
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~~~~
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Day 2:
I'm trapped on Taera. They do not MAKE my smokes anymore. THey do not accept Rhydinian Coin anymore, and i have no gold or zenny on me, because i left my damned wallet on the f*cking kitchen counter and oh f*ck.. the wife's got it. DAMN IT ALISA NO SHOPPING SPREES.
I'm doomed. I will succumb to this f*cking mindrot and slowly slip into dementia. I need my nicotine.
...and now there isn't a single freaking shop open now because it's 32:00.
son of a B!TCH
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DAY 10:
Smokes. SmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke SmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke SmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke SmokeSmokeSmokeSmoke.
oh sh!t is that a pack of cigs...
..EMPTY.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~~~~~
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Day 20:
if anybody even f*cking mentions nicotine to me, word one - I will kill myself. And 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 all this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one.
When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows.
As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin.
I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth
.............
............
oh hey, smokes. thanks babe.
>AND SO, YEJIX WAS SAVED FROM INSANITY BY HIS BELOVED WIFE WHO MANAGED TO GET HIM SOME SMOKES. HE STILL INTENDS TO UNLEASH THE FEAR ENGINE ON RHYDIN ANYWAY IN 2012.<