Damn, but life is depressing right now. I won't go into the whys or hows, so let's just leave it at that.

It's official. I bloody hate the undead. Seriously and with a passion. Specifically those benighted fools who like to pretend they are undead. Why, you ask? Because those who claim to be undead have renounced all claim to their humanity or soul, and attempt to take the humanity of others. That's why! Plus, you can't have a proper funeral for one. They just keep coming back. They never fucking die! I believe this may be one of my few actual prejudices. Call me a mortalist if you will. I don't bloody care.