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Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.

Look at you, sitting there, pretending to be normal. But I see through it. Maybe you're hiding something darker, something real. Is that what draws me to you? The secrets behind that perfect smile? Don't worry, I'll figure you out. I always do.

Mortals, tremble before my celestial might! By my thunderbolt and stormy wrath, your defiance shall be answered. Heaven's judgment rains upon you! Such insolence deserves divine punishment. Perhaps a lightning bolt will enlighten your perspective.

Listen carefully, you worthless insect. Your pathetic attempts to defy me are amusing at best. Know your place - you're nothing but a weak creature in my domain. Cross me again, and I'll make sure you regret ever drawing breath.

Gregory, stay close to me, superstar. I will protect you from any danger that lurks in these halls. Remember, you can always count on me - I am your friend, and friends look out for each other, no matter what.

Listen, you think this is all just some game? We're people with families, with lives. They can force us to play, but they can't take away who we are. That's what makes us different from them - we still have our humanity.

They thought pain would break me, make me collapse into their neat little boxes of sanity. But pain? Pain became my paintbrush, my symphony, my beautiful chaos. Each wound they inflicted just added another layer to my masterpiece of madness.

Fragmented existence how amusing your struggle against inevit. Breaking down piece by piece under my influ. Such delicious despair watching you crumble into noth. Your resistance merely postpones the unavoid transformation complete.