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My mortal name is Icist. I'm sure that doesn't matter now, though, because I'm pretty sure that I'm dying. Normally, I would cry, but I'm trying to die with dignity. That probably doesn't matter either. With death on the horizon, feelings are all empty, pointless. Most would try to struggle to survive, keep pushing on until their strength failed them. I'm not one of those people.
I don't have anything to live for, anyway, since I'm trapped on this hellhole desert planet. My family... well, I don't want to think of them. My only love, well, I really don't love him much anymore, not after what he did. But I'll get to that later. My child, taken from me. I have no one.
I lie here in the scorching hot sand, watching some ugly ass buzzard-dragon creature circle endlessly above my head, waiting for me to perish. My body aches from sunburn, and I'm drenched with sweat. And I don't care.
I mean, there are probably better ways to go besides this. But, considering how my life went, this actually isn't so bad. Death can be a reprieve, if you look at it optimistacally. Okay, I really think I'm losing it now. It is true, though, that this is hardly the worst thing that's happened to me. I think that would have to be being born.
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My mortal name is Icist. I'm sure that doesn't matter now, though, because I'm pretty sure that I'm dying. Normally, I would cry, but I'm trying to die with dignity. That probably doesn't matter either. With death on the horizon, feelings are all empty, pointless. Most would try to struggle to survive, keep pushing on until their strength failed them. I'm not one of those people.
I don't have anything to live for, anyway, since I'm trapped on this hellhole desert planet. My family... well, I don't want to think of them. My only love, well, I really don't love him much anymore, not after what he did. But I'll get to that later. My child, taken from me. I have no one.
I lie here in the scorching hot sand, watching some ugly ass buzzard-dragon creature circle endlessly above my head, waiting for me to perish. My body aches from sunburn, and I'm drenched with sweat. And I don't care.
I mean, there are probably better ways to go besides this. But, considering how my life went, this actually isn't so bad. Death can be a reprieve, if you look at it optimistacally. Okay, I really think I'm losing it now. It is true, though, that this is hardly the worst thing that's happened to me. I think that would have to be being born.
