I tend to awake fight. And then I tend to fight fight. And then... Well... *slices your head off* Mhmm
*looks suspiciously at dude beside me* *after deciding dude is harmless, concludes I must have lost my memory of how I got there and obviously my past self had good reasons for it* *rolls over, pulling sheets with me*
Kill kill kill anda die die die anda kill kill kill... *pauses from stabbing the pile of copses and looks at you* Oh, hey there, I see you got some blood on you... I'm sorry... *licks off the blood* Tasty... *carrys on stabbing the corpses when you think to yourself 'is tht my dad?'*
Hey there *tries to lean back and look cool, but only succeeds in falling off the bed and hitting my head really hard*