I was right. Me and three others got sent to fight a small group of Fuckboys today. There was about five of them gathered in a townhouse in Maine.
They weren’t expecting us. When we burst through the door, they shouted in terror. I almost felt bad. They didn’t even have time to draw their weapons. We swung our swords, there were a few screams, and within a minute, it was over. None of us took even a scratch.
I’m still feeling kind of bored. I don’t know if bored is the right word, I just feel… out of it. A little down. I don’t really know. I just don’t have a lot of energy.
Maybe the exhaustion from that battle is finally getting to me.
I’m going to go get some sleep now.
-M A R T Y