See, it’s been longer. More than I’d like. Gather round, children, and I’ll regale you!
See, you would think being dead that means I’d be immune to malaise? I’m not–really not. Now I can’t get your head cold, no. So no sniffles or the like. Instead, however, it seemed like .. I don’t know. I died again? I think it’s the way I repair myself now. It’s still new to me (and there isn’t a “How to be Dead–For Dummies!” guide laying around). Needless to say, though, it still laid me up for a bit. But hey! I’m better now. And with less holes!
Anyways, working has also tied me down. Work, you ask? Sure. Despite not having a pulse, I still gotta make ends meet. Which makes for some interesting days at work… What do I do? I can’t really do much.. nor can I say, since that would probably end with me not having one anymore. Needless to say, if they need more done.. they get more done.
same shit, different day–even if I don’t have a pulse!
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Since he’s document organic lifeforms… does that mean I’m off the hook?
On a serious note, it does make you wonder what, exactly, he’s up too. He had the idea if trying to get poor Miss Mcken–Margeret (old habits die hard!) try and hook up with the local racoon problem. Which went along… about… as swimmingly as one could expect.
Speaking of Maggie… I’m worried about her. I know her path hasn’t been an easy one, but it seems like a few people of the tavern regard her as a novelty. She’s gone through enough–I’m not entirely sure all of what, but enough where I’m not happy with them disregarding her. Not sure what to do about it though–or even if I should meddle…
Tangent says what? Anyways, I wonder what the bot has planned for this. Is this a ‘document’ as the way the supposed anti-christ will document all of us? Or document so he can learn for… some other purpose. It’s somewhat worrying.
I’m on to you, you mechanical menace. I’m not sure what you have planned. But it’s something.
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See, it’s somewhat hard trying to start something like this. Where to start, where to start….
People seem to think that it’s fundamentally different being… you know, dead. It’s not as akward as you’d think. You still hurt (granted, it’s much more of a ‘that… shouldn’t go there’ feeling, for the most part), things can break. I dont see the reason why people feel obliged to test things. I haven’t changed.. uh, as the person I am, anyways. Though, because Minuet felt bad, I got a cool shrapnel necklace. Not many people can say that, eh?
Anyways, wonder what some people are up to. I haven’t seen Ian in quite a while. Used to be pretty common around the tavern–things change, I guess. People are going out and living while they can–which is good.
Speaking of going out (not living though, ahahaha), starting to get some odd glances. Apparantly, being dead means you can’t use public computers…
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