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Nope. As mastahcheese said, even if I get crushed under a mountain I'll crawl out to do battle with him because I'm fatelocked to kill him or die trying, and in order for him to become prophet of my religion he has to duel me or die.

I'm not worried because the serpents are back underground if not dead. As for the amount of details, I agree, there are MANY. I'm probably gonna situate myself by the coast of the mountain home island and make naval ships that just carry armies of the dead that harass and being home more corpses for revival by the lesser necromancers that follow me I think they'd be my range unit, hands and limbs being the infantry, undead hordes being the shock troops. And everyone needs a scout unit, so raven swarms! 

Well, that depends on whether I survive my dual with BFEL on behalf of God!Me.
And even then he turns into a serpent too, so there's that.

Darnos shrugs and goes back to talking to Regent, telling her about the human body.
Specifically, he's telling her how to perform a heart transplant.

Huh, this got funded. Nice to see.

Well, quite a lot of Halloween costumes I've seen have been composed of negative clothing, so they might have a point.

'Humans are human'.

BEAT THAT, GHANDI

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
The words spill out of me as I feel the weight of the walls of the world pressing down upon me feels like elephants stamping on my chestohgodIcan'tbreathecantbreathecant-
I feel it gone, suddenly, as though they've decided to stop for now, delay the torture.
Spiteful bastards.
What did that dream mean, anyway? It - what that - that - that bugspect said was real enough - even when I think back on it I can feel down in my bones that the end is nigh. But how? What form, shape, function? Cop training never fully goes away, and that bit of it's trying to figure out how to take the bad guy down.
Of course, that starts with knowing who the bad guy is in the first place.

Fuckin' dreams. Need a drink, I decide, and slowly - very slowly - lurch out of bed and to the kitchen sink. There, I set the tap running and splash my face with cold water, hoping to shock myself out of this daze.
Doesn't work, though I notice my lack of shaving - almost painful to the punctilious man I was before.
I dry myself off, resigned to another night without sleep.
This doc said the sleeping pills would work this time. Evidently not.
Having nothing better to do, I proceed to the big window facing out towards the city and sit in the chair I'd put there several weeks before and just watch.
I've been there a lot of nights.

Get up, contemplate what dream meant, stare out at city. Eventually fall asleep in the chair.

((All RP stuff, but I couldn't really figure out what else to do really.
Also oh god why did I choose to write first person.))