Pleasure to meet you, Eires. Call me Sandra.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Deadmen have a few words, and in this case- the Deadman in particular, me, has a word in figuring out whether I want to become human again. Though the she-demon that could've turned me back has gone back to the Underworld.
Something, something- "Heat is growing too much, gotta get Balan away from this place, quick Viscera get the chariot."
I wasn't paying much attention. Too busy with my existential dread- of being a human, then being dead... and now I'm alive again. But as a toad. Or a frog. I'm not sure how to identify...
Not important to you, no.
Important to me...?
Maybe.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postSee- that's the thing. I don't even know. My soul was taken after I died, by demons- who then forced my soul to inhabit a metal construct that I could control.
Technically I was just possessing that vessel- rather than being "part" of it.
And so now- that vessel is a frog... and I'm possessing a frog instead.
But I don't have control over where my soul goes.
'Cause- y'know. Bound into it by a demon.
It'd be nice to resurrect and be human, I guess. I dunno.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

I mean, between me sucking your blood and you smoking a cigarette, the latter will hurt you more in the long run.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?