So many lost, impressionable souls. Show them a good time, that life is worth enjoying. And then maybe, just maybe, they'll share something of themselves with you...
You bring that storybook flare to my story as a Protagonist. Not always welcome, though.
Family always comes first.
I have seen some crazy shit from these Godlings, but they always manage not to kill themselves off.
Recently, I've met something. Not sure what he is, but I never would have had a clue they existed until he presented himself with the boldness of a musket ball, yet half as sharp.
The Cemetery is full of action, and I don't take kindly to my friends being tossed around.
From what I've seen, and spoken with, I should be afraid. But alas, I crave the attentions that a few lavish upon me...