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I’m in control of someone that looks a lot like Hannibal Lecter.
I’m on a soccer field with a pentagram in the middle.
A statue fountain is urinating blood.
There’s a very large monster with a crucifix on his head.
I can hear a demonic voice telling me to “go fuck” myself.
I just kicked a decapitated head into the net.
I’m not in a melatonin-induced fever dream, although I’m bound to have one after this.
And yet, it’s kinda not also.
Still, I had a macabre, surreal, but ultimately good time with what little is there.
