The Immortal Survivor

The Immortal Survivor

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Dear Reader Hello Reader, if you're reading this then, for one, I feel sorry for you, living in an irradiated and desolate earth isn't very fun. For 2, I hope you the best of luck in this world, stay strong or perish. And lastly, if you're unfortunate soul reads this letter, then that means i'm dead
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You know the drill. Tsukasa didn't come home? He pays the price. A week long, maybe two, angst fanfic filled to the brim with only hurt, zero comfort, angst, gore, blood, and all that juicy stuff to torture Tsukasa Tenma for his sins. ---- An excerpt from my tumblr post about my pulls: Oh so you just love to avoid me don't you, Tsukasa? You think that's funny? You think that hiding in the darkness will save your pathetic soul? Do you really believe that playing as the shadow will keep you safe? Are you seriously that foolish? You're pathetic. You are pathetic, and weak, and you deserve nothing but pain and agony. I will torture you to hell and back. This is not a threat. This is a promise. You brought this upon yourself, foolish mortal child. You are alone. Nobody is here to save you. You are God's favourite little plaything, and boy, does God wish to have some fun with you. You cannot fight back against the forces that you do not know. You are unable to comprehend the sheer anger I feel, the raw power that I hold in my hands. It is time to pay for your sins, fool. So, go on. Get down on your knees, boy- And beg.

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