Fuck this Country
Fuck, I’m going to get deported. I would have to pick an advisor/landlord that wants me to figure out what’s been killing babies in this fucking city. I went with my roommate to the home of the last living baby in the neighborhood (My advice? move out of this fucking city till he’s a toddler), and I get promptly abandoned in the van, get spooked by a ghost cat, attacked by a glowing ball of light; and when I did the self-sacrificial thing and checked on the baby, the mom says she’s calling the cops. Fuck, I’m getting deported. Fuck this Country anyways. I’ll take a golem anyday.