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Aegrus - ProlougeIn the Streams of Forgetting sits a woman by the name of Mist. Wanderers often came to her for advice, and she always blessed them with Reality, the one and only thing Aegrus never would own.
But this time, Mist was looking for help.
The nightmares of the twisted landscape could not be drowned in the Streams, and she had seen to much. The screams, the blood, sometimes even the unnatural sound of the deformed and vile creatures last breath. But only sometimes.
Mist was not human, not at all. The only humans left after the Tailor was 3 champions, she knew that, but she never thought about it. Mist was a nymph bound to the Streams for eternal service. She was destined to bring down Reality to the people wanting to forget, as forgetting came with the cost of mind and soul. She, and no other, was allowed to bathe in the Streams, letting all the memories of the past be washed away. But now, she was worried she would never come back.
She looked upon the horizon, seeing the Hiveminds that neve
PATIENT INTERVIEW: LILLITH KEY 1PATIENT INTERVIEW
DR. LUCY BOOTH, PATIENT NAME LILLITH KEY, HIGH RISK WARD 1
MORCROW ASYLUM 14:7
LB: Hello, Lillith.
LK: Let me out of this straight jacket!
LB: You would burn down this place if I did that. I don't know how, but all the incidents with fire you had in the past, after they searched you and the scene of crime, they never found anything to start the fire. How did you make it?
LK: That is one of my many secrets, Dr. Booth. That is your name, right?
LB: Yes, that is my name.
LK: You are my doctor?
LB: I am H.R. Ward 1's doctor, not only yours.
LK: I will let you live. But you will not see me here anymore.
LB: What do you mean?
LK: Just wait, doctor. Just wait. It is has started.
LB: What is this? Where did this fire come from? HELP! HELP ME! GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME! SHE IS ESCAPING!!
TAPED INTERVIEW INTERRUPTED 14:12
Ordbog over Idamelastiansk+mere.Din far er en elver: Øh, ja, din far er en elver. Seriøst.
Det er en graviditets-test! Og den er positiv! Tillykke!: Du skal være far/mor. Og så ved du det ikke.
De kigger på dig og du indser, at at der er ild i dit hår: Du har ingen anelse om hvad der skal ske overhovedet. Og så skal du bruge en spand vand.
En sæk kartofler påhængt et maleri: Nej, det er simpelthen for klammo.
Nonner.... og bananer: De vigtigste grundstoffer. Seriøst, man kan ikke leve uden.
Bulldogfisk: Gud. "Og de pålagde ham den hellige Daisy af Bulldogfiskene, og han så det var godt."
Der er en hest under vinduet / Le cheval sous la fenetre: Der er noget galt. I øvrigt kan nævnte hest ikke ses af andre en Thea Flyrh.
Vær hvor gæst, du en hest!: Det er egentlig kun mig der siger det. Oh, well.
Undskyld, hr. Sabeltand, det vil jeg ikke gå med til: Bruges hvis en lærer, voldtægtsmand, politiker,
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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