Talk:Gandharva/@comment-25601391-20150211154359/@comment-25035274-20150211155548

I intend to go home alone, because I am dead inside and feel no love for anyone, anywhere, anywhen. My heart is a deep, empty, hollow void, full of nothing but the emptiness of being empty.

Prior to leaving, I throw one fishnet-clad arm across my forehead in suitably melodramatic fashion and proceed to monologue about the darkly bleak darkness of the dark; the soul-crushing ennui of one who is incapable of feeling any shred of human emotion. For what is emotion but the refusal of the human soul to realize that it is forever alone; forever cursed to an eternity as an outcast? Gloooooooom, glooooooooom, gloomy gloom gloom. Yakkity, melodramatic drivel, whine whine angsty whine, always al-ACK!

When I come to, I find that I have been thoroughly molested by a manticore who just got fed up with the whole tiresome thing.