compulsive

*ticktickticktickticktick*

I have come down with the Mouse's stomach flu after all. I want to die. This was not how I wanted to be spending my day off.

*tocktocktocktocktocktocktock*

catching up

It's coming together. It's rough as hell and the edit after all of this is going to be ugly as fuck, but it's coming together.



In the hands of the enemy. Facing certain death. Defiance.