Final Fantasy VII took a gruelling 37 hours, and we are 4 hours away from that crazy landmark, so here's... hoping?
I dunno. I'm a good (bad) hour and half behind old beardy, corpse-arm and I don't particularly foresee catching up, but I'll keep trying. Being a good sport is key to, if not happiness, at least a mild satisfaction. The satisfaction of not being a big baby.
And I beat the boss who was wrecking my life! Basically Haste seemed to be a non-starter, and I think I just got lucky too... All the huge counterattacks just weren't successful. Someone down there likes me!
The body achieved some kind of begrudging equilibrium where if I promise not to shock it with say, sunlight or vegetables, it'll try to find a way to not shut down and die. It's a tenuous contract, but I trust that the two parties can make it work.
xoxo,
Robert Pattinson
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