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The Dusty Journal of Echo

The bad man takes me from home, brings me down to hole, there he gives me tastes of pain, till I let death come to me, all in vain.

He will not let me die, will not let me free, my body is no longer me.

It hurts to speak and I have constant pain, in my stomach, I am not fed, and I want to eat the one by me who is gratefully dead. I eat and feed, I don't want to.

It tastes good, it's not so bad, it's an aquired taste, but it keeps me fed.

Can't remember where I am, who I am, I call out and all I hear is the Echo.

I am the Echo.

The bad man smiles, gives me a mirror, and lets me out, I run and run, far away, glaring at my mirror.

I found sanctuary, I am hungry.

RedBloodBlueBloodGreenBloodYellowBloodOrangeBloodPurpleBloodWhiteBloodBlackBloodOrcBloodElfBloodHalfBloodGnomeBloodHumanBloodBabyBlood, YUM YUM YUM!!!

Tasty Morsels Everywhere.