I want to destroy this corrupt world. Moby is just another aspect of the sickness that is humanity.
From Create Your Own Story
It was time a piece of the cancer was cut out. Something inside you gave way and you rushed Moby, who was a little too preoccupied to see you coming until you had a razor at his throat. "Let her go or I cut you a new smile." Moby's eyes flashed with fury, but he comlied readily enough as Jane fell back and inched a few feet away. You mother's words were pulsating in your head with a terrible volume. "You were right not to trust me, Moby, but that's the problem with filth like you. You can't think beyond the end of your cock." The headache was worsening.
Do you:
| Status Bar | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
iPod, backpack with lunch |
| Status | {{{Status}}} | |
| Gender | Male | |
| Social Group | Loner | |
| Boyfriend/Girlfriend | ||
