Ordinarily I'd be amused if someone just casually mailed me pieces of a dead ghost and the not so subtle implication that I was being watched.
But then I remembered that it took nine of you Praxic ponces to TRY to kill a f*cking Shrieker, and I once broke into King Grimdark's bedroom to laugh at him about his dead son while killing him. And instead I'm insulted.
Hades-9 calling on all Thanatonauts, when the time comes, choose to drift.
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