Lying down here in the dark with my unreliable can opener and rusty spoon needing sustenance, but knowing that venturing into the barren landscape that is Therapeutica for a bite of goodwill will attract the mask wearing goblins looking for a mark.
In the event that if I do have to face these parasites for whatever reason, I've made a note to bring along a shovel in order to bury them afterwards, if need be. But no, I don't think that will ever come to pass as my cash reserves are best served looking after my own interests and not another's.
Besides, I know the dawn shall arrive in time and the awaiting feast shall be bountiful.
Take care.
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