[SWE] Festival of Lights 311 PC

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels He's somewhere pleasant and nondescript, happy to be resting and without responsibilities; for a long time the only thing Adam is aware of is Pet somewhere nearby and a gentle, sleepy feeling all around, memories of the way he'd ended up there blissfully quiet. There wasn't any thoughts, any problems, really anything at all (at least, that would be how he'd remember it). Then it all changed with a question and his answer (did he want to come back to life, but with cool sexy vampire teeth? Uh, duh.); perhaps he ought to have considered the Old Gods more, but he'd never been a pious man, and a good deal was a good deal. Recollections flooded back as his body shot away from peace and back towards the world of the living; his name, who he had been, what he had done...how he had died... There was only one way to sum it all up, as he found himself back on solid ground, heavy-platformed leather boots adjusting to it again and his spindly form straightening up: "Fucking hell, dying sucks ass." Maybe he was ruining the sanctity of the occasion, but he intended to begin this new life how he'd ended the old one: being far too much. He kept himself from running to anyone just yet, waiting to make sure Pet would appear nearby. But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean