I bleed acid.
And what do you bleed?
I bleed acid.
I don't bleed.
I BLEED THE SHADOWED SOUL-SONGS OF THE ATLANTEAN PRIESTS OF DAGON. MY LIFE BLOOD IS THE ELDRITCH CHAOS THAT FLOWS THROUGH THE CRACKED FLUTE OF THE BLIND MAD AZATHOTH, AND THE TUNES I SPEAK ARE THE MANY COSMOS IN WHICH THE INCARNATIONS OF CTHULHU SOAR FROM STAR TO STAR SEEKING NOURISHMENT IN THE SPIRITS OF THE WEAKER RACES. WHEN I PIERCE MY HAUNTED FLESH TO MARK THE PENTAGRAM IN MY OWN UMBRAL BLOOD, THE LESSER MORTALS SET FREE THEIR SANITY TO THE DREAD NYARLATHOTEP, AND ONLY THE ELDER CULTISTS FROM THE DREAD PLATEAUS MAINTAIN THEIR MIND SO AS TO CHANT IT AWAY IN THE SAVAGE SABBAT OF YOG SOTHOTH. NO CRIES OF YIG-NIGURAT WILL PROTECT THE WORLD FROM THE PURIFYING FLAMES OF RHAN-TEGOTH AND THE GREAT OLD ONES WHEN THE DEEP ONES EMERGE FROM THE WATERY ABYSS TO RULE THE WORLD UNDER THE COMMAND OF ME AND THE TAINTED LINE THAT WILL BE SPAWNED OF MY BLOOD.
Hee hee. Just kidding. I bleed normal blood.
I ain't got time to bleed.
[4:25:17 PM] Hank: I'm so emotionally unstable u guise ;_;
[4:25:20 PM] Hank: hold me
[4:25:25 PM] Sophi: Sophi holds at arms length
[4:25:28 PM] Holmes: Awe. U poor bby.
[4:25:39 PM] Taaj: Taaj gently places Hank into a teacup
My relationships.