You damn book,
You're number wvhat? Twventy-fuckin'-three? Fuckin', you showved up at a seemin'ly perfect damn time too. See, I just got this call from some ratty ass fuckin' kid wvho looks like they need a damn bath. Obvwiously a damn land dwveller but they nevwer really had good hygiene anywvays. She couldn't evwen look me straight in the damn face wvith wvhat little of one she had.
Oh, she bore a damn message though.
"Psi needs help."
My pumper can't take that hope bull shit anymore! Wvho the fuck does she think she fuckin is? Oh fuckin wvell though. I'm goin to make a dumb mistake again in my putrid existence. I'm goin to trust the wvord of a strang land dwveller I don't knowv. I guess it's my dumb ass hangin on to pointless hope again. Oh fuckin wvell, if I break this time then so be it. I'll permanently pick up that damn title of Orphaner.
If it is my Psi though, I wvonder if he wvill evwen remember me after bein on that damn thin for so long. I don't expect a miracle but fuck the high seas I wvant it to be true.
Anywvay, wvork wvas borin and monotonous today. Still recovwerin from that bout wvith Mind Fang. Not to mention that storm that hit? It took some of my damn cargo wvith it so I havwe to account for that wvhen I get paid.
You knowv wvho the fucki am you damn paper.
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Nothing but the Journal of Self-Proclaimed Trash
FanfictionHey, this is based off of a continuous, grueling, and entertaining rp that I have with multiple buddies of mine. I decided to put things in Dual Scar's feelings throughout the entire thing so enjoy the taste of a fairly misunderstood person (in my o...
