Posts from Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

A moth died in the minibus, and Mort is shaking it.

Really? You keep talking about corpses all the time.

Yes, that’s a shame.

Now I'm afraid that this guy will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life, or something.

No, actually, he looks like he's sleeping, but he's actually dead.

Wow.

Although, at first, I wasn't scared, but when I realized he was dead, I felt uneasy... He's just sitting there, a corpse in a chair. And you don't even need to go to a haunted house.

So you're riding home, riding along, and bam – you die, and all sorts of Necromancers start messing with you.

Don't worry so much. Well, a man died. So what? It happens to everyone.

Yes, Mortulus, in real life, people die while you're busy playing Necropolis. That's normal. He's just sleeping. A deep sleep. It happens to everyone.

Yesterday, I was walking from the commuter train, and near the platform, close to the fence, there was a body lying. A couple of people were nearby, and someone was calling for help. He was already bluish, lifeless, and the ground around his head was wet. It seems he got drunk and choked on his own vomit.

You weren't bullying him, were you?

I was shaking, then I looked at the guy, and HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS DYING. WHAT THE HELL!

It completely shook me up, that bastard.

Yes, Mortulus, in real life, people die while you're playing around with Necropolis.

And I don't want to just die like that in a bus. I want to be immortal. Click on my link in the signature and read it; you might like it.

Although... if you're around 40, it's probably too late for you to click.

Well, a guy died. So what?

Actually, nothing. It's even kind of funny. But you see, he was sitting in such a pose... A couple of idiots were sitting next to him, they took him, took pictures, and as soon as they realized what had happened, they quickly got out of the bus. So I rode alone with this dead guy to the final stop.

I don't want to just die in a bus. I want to be immortal. Click on my link in the signature and read it, maybe you'll like it.

Although... if you're around 40, it's probably too late for you to click.

I'm already dead. I neglected my health in my youth.
But my soul still can't find peace. It just sits at the computer and types and types and types and types.

I'm already dead.

Show me the death certificate.

Can’t you show me proof of your birth? Maybe I should bring you your passport too? An ID, right?

You weren't bullying him, were you?

I'm not going to start harassing anyone.