Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

It was all I could think of as I found the rushing waters.  My diabolical plans foiled as I clearly am not a rotting corpse.  The wound across my chest scarring over to heal into a nasty scar.  Fuck it'll match nicely with the one Carnage placed on my ass!  My thoughts stewed in anger as the waters splashed onto my belly.  Why me?! 

The feel of the moisture gathering on my hide soothes my temper slightly.  It also releases my tentacles to trail down my nape and hindquarters.  The slight sting was refreshing actually.  Made me feel...alive. Yuck  As I walked along the winding rushing waters I didn't consider how cold it really was.  I guess being immortal you didn't feel temperatures as strongly as mortals.  The autumn breeze cooled my boiling temper.  My thoughts gathering.  Now what?  What does one do with an eternity of misery...?  A demonic grin overcomes me... 

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