How long have I been sleeping... It must have been days. Sometimes it happens, I pass out for days... my body actually dies, but I never go to my final desitantion. Why does the God play these games... maybe it's someone else...?
Where am I now? Has anyone seen me in this gutter, thank god I died in this allie and not in the middle of the street... the moon is out, wonder what time it is... Damn rats, those freekin' things keep ripping at my stitches...
Dusk: This body is really getting better now, I almost have no new rips or lost limbs.
Rat is pulling on a wire on my legs
DAMN RAT! GET THE HELL OFF ME! FREAKIN' THING!
With a swift kick, the rat goes soring into the garbage can. Now, Dusk walks out into the town center where the rising sun gets Dusk edgy...
[ August 14, 2001: Message edited by: Dakkan Blackblade ]
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