Gotta Lot Of Bullets

I'm just....so relieved I got back to Niflheim on fucking time. Stayed ten minutes longer, and I'd be down in Davy Jones' Locker.

Speaking of which - twelve hours into this shit and already everyone's spitting out their cheap pirate slang? Really now, kiddies? Have some willpower, some damned self-respect. Pirate talk, come on...

My outfit's snazzy, though. Still got my guns. I can deal with it.

ANYWAY, boy, did I have fun in Asgard and Emptiness. I'm all up for sharing details. Really, now, it was quite the adventure. I got to rough up a little girl (slim pickings these days) and got to sit back and watch as Light played the big badass of the day.

The Perfect Day.

I AM IN A WOMAN'S BODY.

A PRETTY, BLONDE-HAIRED, BLUE-EYED, BRIDESMAID-DRESS-WEARING WOMAN'S BODY.

I haven't...I haven't been a woman for two and a half years. This is.....this thing is disgusting. Who the fuck looks this pure naturally? I mean, holy shit, I look sweet and innocent and friendly. I could have tolerated being male, but this...? Who the fuck is the owner of this pathetic little corpse.

A dress....a dress... So breezy down there. Damnit, involuntary pussy...

And all of my good knives are on my real body.


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Who has my body.