It's tragic, but I've stabbed myself. Apparently. It would be a good way to go, I think. I've had a lot of practice stabbing people, to be honest, so I think I've got the technique down. What you've gotta do, is tell whoever hired you that you'll keep their identity all secret and covert like, but as soon as your victim applies the slightest pressure you spill the beans. That way both parties sorta like and sorta hate you simultaneously. It might not seem it, but that's much better than if it's polarized. Those all-angry people you leave behind in a ditch are gonna get you killed someday.
And yeah, I'm focusing on the stabbing part because our friend, the terrifying Mo, aka Mo The Ripper, aka MoVi because she has that weird obsession with those films, has just used a (may I add rude) attack on my character to disguise the fact that she's asked the same exact question we've answered two times already. More or less. I forget what I've called them, but I got two chapters up talking about places I'd like to go you can check out.
I feel like if I actually stabbed myself I wouldn't regret anything. But you know the reality of it would be me laying in a puddle of my own blood and suddenly, "Wait, I never got to go to Swaziland."
"Did I turn the oven off."
In this exact moment, I would regret not going home. Or I don't know, a wooded area? My enemy's house to frame them? Definitely not here. This place is carpeted and nobody wants to pick my guts out of that. I don't want to spend my afterlife in a Dyson - that'd suck. There are kids around too. They'd probably start cheering or something so the world can make me cry one last time. Somewhere secluded would be much better. I'm not a performance artist.
But this is all hypothetical because I'd never stab anyone unless Ace told me to, maybe. :)
