Well, of course- I run through most meetings I have a high chance of having ahead of time.
In all of the ones where we fight, I have removed the ones where I kill you.
As well as the ones where you kill me.
If I throw this knife while the weather outside holds up.
-he takes one out of his pocket-
You will survive me throwing this into your shoulder. And even though I know the choice technically exists for me still to aim, I know I already removed the chance of me throwing it into a vital area. I've guaranteed that I'll miss a lethal throw.
-he puts it back in his pocket-
But I don't even intend to do that. Anytime I did, it was a situation where parley broke down.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(that book has an abstract shape on its cover, one resembling an eye, and is adorned with the words “Портрет Маркова”)
(and Strythos, despite being immersed in his book, actually seems to have the edge somewhat... though if Monika is super-perceptive about chess theory, it’s less due to his own skill than it is the zombie’s lack of skill)
... Okay, fair enough it sounds bad coming from the guy who had 'The Ripper' tagged onto his name...
Even though I wasn't the one that actually made that letter to the police. That fucker was just close to catching me, so he put my first name in the public consciousness to try and narrow everyone's search...
Thank god it looked like the hoax it was.
I digress.
And I already know there's almost no way for me to make you trust me, unless I use specific words when telling you my life's story.
And in 99.99% of those timelines, you don't buy that either.
Add one another few decimal nines, and you get the probability you even let me tell it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-Infinite-
....!?!
-He looks at him skeeved RIGHT the fuck out-
-he is a demon Ohhh GOD-
-He looks back at Annie, nervous-
...D-...Don't look down on me, you-....you overgrown flu bug!