[The mania comes in waves. Like a muscle flaring from inflammation. Like a sudden pang of hunger when you're sure you've already had enough to eat. It grips her it a moment of manic need — the need to know, to control, to express, to be known, to be seen. She needs to perceive and be perceived. She must confess her sin, but also collect the sin of others.
Her suit has been unstable ever since interacting with the paints. As if it isn't satisfied. As if it needs something else to sate it.
And so, a few people get a little notification. "You've been added to a new conversation with...!"]
Why don't we play a little game? Two truths and one lie!
1. I once saved a bunch of peers from a serial killer when I was 8 2. I have summoned a powerful familiar using human sacrifice 3. If I don't routinely drink a foul medicine my body seizes up from the insurmountable pain
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Her suit has been unstable ever since interacting with the paints. As if it isn't satisfied. As if it needs something else to sate it.
And so, a few people get a little notification. "You've been added to a new conversation with...!"]
Why don't we play a little game? Two truths and one lie!
1. I once saved a bunch of peers from a serial killer when I was 8
2. I have summoned a powerful familiar using human sacrifice
3. If I don't routinely drink a foul medicine my body seizes up from the insurmountable pain