[Losing memories... That was problematic. Or... maybe not. Memories of old girlfriends, his parents, his job... none of that actually mattered. There were thirty three years of life to shift through and a great deal of it wasn't too important. So if he died a couple of times... and lost two or three memories that would be fine. He didn't intend to keep dying. Josuke and him just had to figure out the kinks.]
A small price to pay, I think. Just until we figure out a decent system on how to remove the parts. Once that is all squared away dying won't become much of an issue. And then neither will memory loss. Three or four memories aren't that precious. I can't remember most of the names of the girls I dated so forgetting them completely would just be doing me a favor.
Parting is such sweet sorrow but they're long gone anyway. Their memories are worthless.
And killing people. Let's be frank with this topic. You all already do that, correct? Well, I started a bit early. Killing with claws or knives or bombs... it doesn't matter. I needed a new girl to cheer myself up upon arrival. Especially after I was almost killed, twice, and then I needed to dispose of my current roommate. It's been a very stressful few weeks. Unfortunately, it was only a quick fling as my dinner guest would not have approved had he seen her. He actually requested no girls. A shame. So she's gone. I wonder if the cats ate her after I tossed her out the window.
I must say, I do enjoy not having to be as discreet. If I didn't have to eat anyone and turning into a monster wasn't an actual thing that happened, I may dare to say that I'd be quite happy here. Regrettably, those issues make this place quite awful.
< Kira_Yoshikage >
A small price to pay, I think. Just until we figure out a decent system on how to remove the parts. Once that is all squared away dying won't become much of an issue. And then neither will memory loss. Three or four memories aren't that precious. I can't remember most of the names of the girls I dated so forgetting them completely would just be doing me a favor.
Parting is such sweet sorrow but they're long gone anyway. Their memories are worthless.
And killing people. Let's be frank with this topic. You all already do that, correct? Well, I started a bit early. Killing with claws or knives or bombs... it doesn't matter. I needed a new girl to cheer myself up upon arrival. Especially after I was almost killed, twice, and then I needed to dispose of my current roommate. It's been a very stressful few weeks. Unfortunately, it was only a quick fling as my dinner guest would not have approved had he seen her. He actually requested no girls. A shame. So she's gone. I wonder if the cats ate her after I tossed her out the window.
I must say, I do enjoy not having to be as discreet. If I didn't have to eat anyone and turning into a monster wasn't an actual thing that happened, I may dare to say that I'd be quite happy here. Regrettably, those issues make this place quite awful.