Ya know, the whole camera thing is way over rated. Really, it is.
You see, the real reason I, uh, ya know, killed myself has nothing to do with the camera. In fact, I found the camera amusing. Heh, yeah. Sadistic little bitch, aren't I? No, I was tired of Ryozo. "Go do this, go do that, go find your daughter that you lost, quit trying to stab me, blah blah blah." Really, he was demanding. And after awhile I was like, screw you, and left. And hung myself. Best decision in my life, I'd say.
Okay, well, anyways, the camera's over rated. I mean, my granddaughter's, she's all like: "I HAVE CAMERA OF DOOM! FEAR ME!" Me? I'm like, ooh, pretty camera. Think that's going to hurt me? Ha! I laugh at you, son of a swine!
All right, so she's not really the son of the swine, partly because she's a girl. And not a guy. But still, it's all the same. The damn camera doesn't kill ghost! We just run away from her! She's scary!
… oh look, here she comes now to 'kill' me. Sigh. Am I the only person around who's damn children and children type people just have this urge to hunt me down, even after I'm dead? I mean, I don't even want to begin to go into what Mikoto did. Yeah. Evil child. Eeeeviiil…
Yeah, okay. I need to go now. Scary great-granddaughter's trying to kill me now. I need to go bite her neck and chest. Yeah.
Life sucks. Then you die. HA!
This is the last time I ever join a communist society of ghost. I swear to god, or Buddha, or whatever, this is the last time I ever do that.