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“This is my worst birthday ever.”
“Why, ‘cause the Blood Moon has risen over Yharnam?”
“No, ‘cause it’s a little humid… YES BECAUSE THE BLOOD MOON HAS RISEN OVER YHARNAM!”
me, finally getting a chance to say something I’ve thought about for twelve days straight: oh, hey, that reminds me, funny thing, this just came to mind but

me writing dialogue: “what is man but a vessel through which a higher entity may see? what is his purpose? must he find a purpose? we are but stardust; the universe comprehending itself.”
me writing action: they ran real fast from the bad men aand legs hurty