the wretched

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You ride into town, bloodied and battered by the previous battle. Kaligula was in front, leading his army through town. Some subjects stare silently, others walked up and offered soldiers gifts for their valiants efforts. A little girl jogs up to your horse and holds up a yellow flower, one of the ones that grow with weeds.

You?

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' ' KILL ME ! ' ' That rang through Crowley's ears as he held his head, a fresh mark on his arm and syringe laying by him on the floor. He shook and shivered, unable to calm. He looked around the dilapidated room, quivering and moaning in pain. He ran away from home and got mixed up in the things most unbecoming. Again.

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Zander sauntered down the hall to his room, the odor of alcohol strong on his person. He raised a blunt to his lips and took a hot as he neared his room. He stops at his room and and leans on the doorframe, eyes closed and humming. A smile on his lips was apparent, he was absolutely wasted.

You look up from his pillow, seeing him in the door.
"Mmm." He hummed, you think he was trying to say hello.

You?

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Akinobu ran down the street, laughing loudly and screeching. You ran alongside him, honestly running for your life. After that scam you just pulled on very questionable people, you weren't sure you guys were safe. Akinobu grabbed your hand and ran a bit faster, pulling you along.

You?

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