[Maya, Wright...god, he hopes that his home hasn't been consumed by the Fog. He misses his friends, but he doesn't want any more of them to show up, for their own sake.
Well. There are a few people he wouldn't mind seeing here. But he wouldn't call them "friends". If he's in hell, then Manfred von Karma, Damon Gant, and Dahlia Hawthorne should be right here in hell with him, and his friends should go home.
Of course, by now he knows better than to think this is about being "deserved". Surely this girl here never did anything to deserve being here.]
No, my world is still where I left it, as far as I'm aware. So is everyone else's. At this point, I'd blame the Fog for a stubbed toe, but I'm not particularly well-inclined towards either of the gods that call this place their domain.
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Well. There are a few people he wouldn't mind seeing here. But he wouldn't call them "friends". If he's in hell, then Manfred von Karma, Damon Gant, and Dahlia Hawthorne should be right here in hell with him, and his friends should go home.
Of course, by now he knows better than to think this is about being "deserved". Surely this girl here never did anything to deserve being here.]
No, my world is still where I left it, as far as I'm aware. So is everyone else's. At this point, I'd blame the Fog for a stubbed toe, but I'm not particularly well-inclined towards either of the gods that call this place their domain.