Azrael B./Stereotypes
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
There aren't any words for the disdain I have. I owe you one.
You choose to be independent, good on you.
Sometimes a necessity. Like it or not.
I have not seen one, but several I trust tell me the tales are true.
The big bad. Except, well, they /are/ big and bad.
Mortals playing with reality. That isn't strange at all.
After this long, you'd think I would have encountered one.