Well, I suspect she plans to use your ashes to make a decorative, crystal Tasmanian tiger for her windowsill. Though I can't give too much away, lest she is inclined to punish me.
I think Lor is a combination of a viral space mutant birthed from a meteor, small plants with strangling roots and a very small, terrified human.
Her life is still unjustified.
Yes, I'm thinking you are thinking that I am thinking of giving you a ten foot pole.
Which, I must say, is a highly accurate observation.
Well alright, I exaggerated, I don't want to bond with knives, not exclusively, any sharp object will do really. Thats where we get the term 'blood brothers' from you know, we have to help each other form scars with our combined blood, a very engaging pastime.
I think it's time for you to divulge personal information on the shaky pretence of continuing an innocent conversation.
Ah, or you could just clone me several times, as I am equivalent to several madmen, and even with several of myself, there'd always be a severe degree of diversity, I'm just that weird...
I stand out amongst myself.
That doesn't sound like a very short story, even in it's short format.
Perhaps you'd better tell the whole tell with extra's just to make sure I understand the concept entirely...
Ah, well, ignore my posts.
They alternate between maddening nonsense and cathartic mayhem, neither of which happen to be particularily enlightening nor intellectually stimulating.
I do admit to the odd Yu-gi-oh, but always carrying one?
Oh, and of course I'd never take to mustache twirling, though mostly because I'd never take to a mustache.
One other person? Is it... human? *ominous thunder rumbles* Seriously, congratulations
And yes, I still write. I haven't really made anything worth keeping though, but I'm not sure. I get too involved in creating things so I dislike or hate them til a few months or so have passed :/ There was one which some people told me was good, but I really can't tell. I guess I'll post it later.