I've discovered a new video game. It's called The Witcher, and I find it very relatable. Most fictions don't want to admit that hunting monsters does not necessarily endear you to the people who are saved from them. Or how much of it is just waiting and looking at corpses.

Do not go to the very obviously suspicious butcher.

I don't know what the hell happened last night but I think I'm glad I missed it.

No one tell Tabby I got this doll for her. It has three faces and all of them are terrifying.

It has been a while since I've gone to a Halloween party, but why not? [A picture of Dekker dressed as Geralt of Rivia. The swords are, of course, real.]

It seems Twitter may be dying? So many monsters here, yet the real evil all along was human greed.

I feel old.

Sometimes I vaguely miss using Twitter. But then I remember all of the traumatic things that happened.

How is everyone on here? Still alive, I hope.

What is this X nonsense? I hate this confusing website.

Happy Christmas, everyone.