Nothing. The perfect word that describes the mood of a specific highlander, laying on his bed tonight in perfect solitude. The rest of the mass can shove it up theirs.
No anger. No joy. Nothing. Oscare lost all feeling in everything tonight. "Fuck it," escapes the hunter's lips. "No." Follows shortly after. "Never again. Forever. This is what I deserve. That was a pathetic me. Perfection like me, needing someone or having a friend? No. A mistake I refuae to make again. I need no one. I don't need feelings."
He closes his eyes, not even a pinch of amger or happiness led him on. From today onwards, he makes a new vow. No emotions, not even wrath. A permanent change was needed now.Â
This marks the beggining of a new life. One he intends to lead forever. Those idiots can keep their emotions and friends. A perfect person doesn't need those. And Oscare is perfect.
No anger. No joy. Nothing. Oscare lost all feeling in everything tonight. "Fuck it," escapes the hunter's lips. "No." Follows shortly after. "Never again. Forever. This is what I deserve. That was a pathetic me. Perfection like me, needing someone or having a friend? No. A mistake I refuae to make again. I need no one. I don't need feelings."
He closes his eyes, not even a pinch of amger or happiness led him on. From today onwards, he makes a new vow. No emotions, not even wrath. A permanent change was needed now.Â
This marks the beggining of a new life. One he intends to lead forever. Those idiots can keep their emotions and friends. A perfect person doesn't need those. And Oscare is perfect.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
