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Hey guys, if you like your tentacle porn to smell like cotton candy, make your way down to the Starcourt Mall. We've got it all. Ice cream! Movies! A bunch of fucking rainbows. All the sexy-gross tentacles you could ever want. The lingering smell of sugar and cookies fucking everywhere.

You think this is enough to like, bail on work and go get a drink someplace instead?

[TWO MINUTES AFTER POSTING, FILTERED away from Ignis]
Does anyone know how to remove smoke residue from a ceiling?

Or know how to get cake-flavored charcoal out of the bottom of an oven?

Asking for a friend, obviously, everything is totally fine here.

I don't think The Doll appreciated me being gone for over a week. But I think I've finally got things at my apartment back under control. I can sleep without my windows rattling, weird shadows watching me from the closet, blood pouring out of my faucets, pulsating sores in my walls and whatever has been screaming in my fridge (No, Leon, I did not open it).

Also, I've been told what a fucking weirdo creep I was in that other world. I'm horrified about what he/I did and I'm sorry to everyone he/I hurt. I don't know what I can do, or if there's anything I can do to make it up.

[Eli and Del]
Please don't eat me

I'm sorry I haven't said anything sooner. I didn't know how to start a "I'm sorry I was a psycho killer" message. I know "I'm Sorry" isn't enough. I don't think anything I can do would be enough, but if there is something, anything that you need or want from me, please...I'll do it. I swear.

I'm so sorry.