oh fugeing no-niss. man how i hate connected minds and stuff like that. I'm currently in a the makeshift sickbay with iris. she’s still seeing the memories of Mister Oculus. bolick. and just when i remembered who she was. and now we might half the see The Pestilence. i really hate his right hand man, or his top servant, whatever you want to call him. he plays at being god to much, creating Dr. Frankenstein-esque monsters. just to clear up something about Mary shelley's book, Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster. DARN! i accidentally pricked myself with The Morphine/whatever psycho painkiller we used on iris syringe!! yep here it comes, yep...there now, i'm tripping. hello pink elephants, pleases dump yourself in fiery brimstone. now then, as i’m waiting for the journey (get it, trip, journey, get it? just me? okay then) to be over, lets disuse Mister Oculus’s past behavior. iris, thats how he acted when he was called The Eye. but now he's changed for the better. i was somewhat involved in that. well there's not much to do here. Iris just woke up and is getting some fresh air. i might as well post another file. how about our good old friend, The Blitz. oh wait, Seaderus is back, he says we half to run. ill post The Blitz file later, but right now, i think its time for me to use the Godsway.
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