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Survivor

I can't place that from this lofty position.

I guess I won't be changing again anytime soon.

What's the point.

Oh. No one ever taught me to cook.

It's so... far away...

I draw better with references...

It's too busy to pay attention to me...

They've no need of material possessions where they've gone.

I'll come back later...

I'll have to be quicker to the saddle next time.

I'll wait for it to calm down...

It's already in better shape than I am.

Must everything in life be hard?

I'll wait for it to calm down...

I'd prefer to be blanketed by the night for this.

I'm not taking a razor to that.

She's already lost everything.

I didn't want it anyway.

Once again, I'm disappointed.

It wouldn't fit.

I must mind my manners.

That knowledge is beyond me...

I already possess that knowledge...

(sigh) Everything is closed to me.

I could find a way in, but why bother.

I can't wrap nothingness...

I... I can't.

I can't do anything right.

I live another day.

The flying mammals of death have appeared.

This is for a house that's not even around here.

Deed of Home Ownership

Such gloom...

All of this is transient.

This will be forgotten too, some day.

Not all deaths are alike.

Bees! Maybe I'm allergic!

This vessel is damaged. I can relate.

I will soon face a watery grave.

I surrender myself to the depths!

Ow! That was karma.

Ow! Fires of Hell!

Unlike my heart, this could be mended.

Demon! Show yourself!

I am attacked!

I am chilled to the bone.

It feels the force of the earth no more.

It eluded death another day.

I lack the necessary materials.

Soggy and sad.

That could be bad.