Maybe some of you remember me, I am the edgelord who cut himself during the bloodmoon and had an intense time walking to the spot I picked.
This time I was finished around 3:33 AM (I only know because I found a screenshot of my phone the day after that). I went to the same spot again, only it was much brighter outside so it was much less "scary". I still held my bottle of mead like a club (lol) but that might be because I was already quite drunk after visiting birthday party.
I was equipped with 3 band aids, a Swiss army knife, a torch (the electric kind, English sucks) even though I didn't need it, a bottle of mead I bought at a Christmas market and 2 coins (silver form the German Empire, 1 of then I carry around all the time, the other only at special occasions. I need one more).
When I reached my spot, I faced one direction and started talking, Normally I'd pick 3 gods I'd address (usually the same too), but this time I was quite emotional (tears were shed due to me having a niece and my land being overrun by immigrants) and talked to all of those who would listen. At the moment I though that it might be a good idea, as I couldn't afford to be picky and, so I thought at that moment, neither could those who would be willing to listen to me.
Nothing rhymed in my speech as I'm unfortunately an awful poet and everything was improvised. When I thought I made my point, I opened the bottle, took 9 sips and spilled the rest on the ground near a tree. After that I cut my left middle finger at the top and spilled a few drops of blood on the ground and headed back straight into my bed.
Sorry for the kind of long text, but I also write this partially for me.
>>9111
That sounds really really nice. Would you wind sharing the hallucinations, or is that too personal?