Chapter 1

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I never enjoyed my job.
I mean, being the one to end the lives of millions over the centuries, doesn't exactly make you too popular.
There are many different kinds of me, I just happen to be more commonly known.
A more known Cancer, that is.
It's pretty simple to describe my job: depressing, terrible, and unable to stand.
I get little happiness in this job. The only happiness I get is when a client beats me, or when some asswipe gets what he deserves.
It just gets tough when I get attached.
Because I know that I'm going to lose them, whether they die, or whether they live.
Sometimes I'll see a past living client in a hospital because I'm with another client, but I can't say hello.

Because I am but a figment of the imagination.
I am the embodiment of your Cancer.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 02, 2016 ⏰

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