Narcasism Stories

Two things made this weird, the first was the circumstance; The bedroom I appeared in was clean, but cluttered, and I didn't recognise anything on the shelves, and there were weapons on the wall, and pictures of liquorice, and I had a really bad headache, and there was a ruffled looking shirtless god staring at me while sitting up in steel bunk bed with no lower bunk. The second was my personal predicament; I had a katana sticking out of my chest. This is why I hate Thursdays