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> Go through the front door, idiot
It’s locked, dumpass.
 You’re not entirely sure why you even tried going in this way. You don’t recall a single time in the 7 sweeps of your life that you’ve ever been able to open this door. You imagine that the previous owner probably took the key with them when they moved out.
Yeah, you don’t own this house. You just kind of…. found it a few years back and have been living here ever since, after something rather awful brought your own house to its foundations. Awful things tend to happen to you a lot, its like you’ve got NONE OF THE LUCK. You can of course blame these awful happenstances on THEM what with their constant throwing of RED HOT PROVERBIAL IRONS at you.
 You’re not quite sure why you called it that, but you quickly shake off the thought. You have very important things to do right now, such as finding a way into your house.

> Go through the front door, idiot

It’s locked, dumpass.

 You’re not entirely sure why you even tried going in this way. You don’t recall a single time in the 7 sweeps of your life that you’ve ever been able to open this door. You imagine that the previous owner probably took the key with them when they moved out.

Yeah, you don’t own this house. You just kind of…. found it a few years back and have been living here ever since, after something rather awful brought your own house to its foundations. Awful things tend to happen to you a lot, its like you’ve got NONE OF THE LUCK. You can of course blame these awful happenstances on THEM what with their constant throwing of RED HOT PROVERBIAL IRONS at you.

 You’re not quite sure why you called it that, but you quickly shake off the thought. You have very important things to do right now, such as finding a way into your house.

It’s way too light outside for you to be roaming around. What are you even doing out?
 Oh yeah, you were visiting your “b3st moirail 63V3R” for an emergency feelings jam. You’re still not entirely sure what his problem was, something to do with an OBVIOUS LIE he was told. Your moirail has a lot of feelings and woes but you still think he’s pretty great as far as moirails go. You’re just lucky that no diurnal undead gave you any trouble on the way back home.
 And look, there’s your home right there, better get in quick. how are you going to go about entering your house?
> Go through the front door, idiot

It’s way too light outside for you to be roaming around. What are you even doing out?

 Oh yeah, you were visiting your “b3st moirail 63V3R” for an emergency feelings jam. You’re still not entirely sure what his problem was, something to do with an OBVIOUS LIE he was told. Your moirail has a lot of feelings and woes but you still think he’s pretty great as far as moirails go. You’re just lucky that no diurnal undead gave you any trouble on the way back home.

 And look, there’s your home right there, better get in quick. how are you going to go about entering your house?

> Go through the front door, idiot

Your name is MERICK PERSES, and you have a great many INTERESTS, the greatest of those interests pertaining to MORTALITY. Or as any normal person would say, you kind of are batshit insane about KILLING. You don’t really hold any desire to actually go through with killing someone, not that you’d be against it if the opportunity arose, its just that you simply like the IDEA of it. You also own a rather intense collection of CEREMONIAL KNIVES which both feeds your bizarre fetish while also giving you an air of “darkness” and “sinister intrigue”, or so you believe. You are of course UTTERLY WRONG, because they are simply CREEPY. You have an attraction to the DRAMATIC, which encouraged you to pursue a career in ACTING despite being by all artistic definitions totally reprehensible at it. You also like DANCEING, though of this fact you are greatly ASHAMED.
You are EXTREMELY PARANOID, and tend to blame most of your problems on the influence of some mysterious unnamed group of trolls. You say this is because of a rather shocking experience in your young childhood that ended in the loss of your lusus but you’d RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT IT.
You go by the troll tag “PromenadeSlayer” and tend to type with s3v3ral multi9l3s of thr33 because you have always found the number three, six, and nine to be EVIL and MYSTERIOUS, which, once again, is NOT TRUE.

Your name is MERICK PERSES, and you have a great many INTERESTS, the greatest of those interests pertaining to MORTALITY. Or as any normal person would say, you kind of are batshit insane about KILLING. You don’t really hold any desire to actually go through with killing someone, not that you’d be against it if the opportunity arose, its just that you simply like the IDEA of it. You also own a rather intense collection of CEREMONIAL KNIVES which both feeds your bizarre fetish while also giving you an air of “darkness” and “sinister intrigue”, or so you believe. You are of course UTTERLY WRONG, because they are simply CREEPY. You have an attraction to the DRAMATIC, which encouraged you to pursue a career in ACTING despite being by all artistic definitions totally reprehensible at it. You also like DANCEING, though of this fact you are greatly ASHAMED.

You are EXTREMELY PARANOID, and tend to blame most of your problems on the influence of some mysterious unnamed group of trolls. You say this is because of a rather shocking experience in your young childhood that ended in the loss of your lusus but you’d RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT IT.

You go by the troll tag “PromenadeSlayer” and tend to type with s3v3ral multi9l3s of thr33 because you have always found the number three, six, and nine to be EVIL and MYSTERIOUS, which, once again, is NOT TRUE.