No.907
>Something is welling up K's throat, climbing; warm, fluid, a copper pretaste—sputtering over the roof of per mouth, but it's going up, further and around the nasal cavities
it's flowing forth and recycling into her mouth, down her esophagus, flooding each alveola; thought…
no thought.
No.929
>>928K dies of haemochromatosis and 30 STD's, and the cat runs off with her body.
No.930
>>929Meanwhile, the goblin archmage cackles softly in his tall obsidian tower, watching through his crystal ball as his cat familiar retrieves the body.