NO EXITS

Since some people seem to have a problem with this, I'll come out and say it.

Yes, I'm a demon. Yes, I was forged in Hell to torture the souls of the damned. Yes, I was Hell's greatest torturer.

I'm not here for your souls, your hearts, your blood, your precious fucking library books, or any thing else.

I like to drink, fight, and fuck. And I'm very, very good at all three.

If anyone tries to come at me for being a demon, I will cut you up. With my demon daggers forged in Hell.

I don't torture people, I tortured the souls of the dead. In Hell.

Still have a problem with me? I'll be outside with my daggers and we can settle this right fucking now.

Who: Eliot Spencer and OPEN
What: Working out frustrations through cooking
Where: Dexter Hall
When: Day Two, morning
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open to multiples

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Alright, day two, I'm not touching that thing again since yesterday because I couldn't fucking sleep because.

a. I swear it's like the entire fucking world is staring at me.
b. That massive fuck-off sound last night
c. Nightmares.

If any of that is useful information for the science folks here, then cool. I'm gonna go read and watch everything in existence in this place now.