I finally turn 18 and instead of getting trashed I have to spend all day reading an angry book that keeps trying to bite my face off. Or I guess I should say my skull…won’t lie the last 300 years haven’t been as kind to me as I’d hoped. Can’t shake the feeling that I’ve gotten shorter for some reason too, maybe the commoners just got bigger? Improvements in nutrition maybe.
Anyways, so apparently everyone I’ve ever known is dead. That’s kind of a bummer, but I’ve also made two new friends. And not friends like cousin Heinrich either, no venomous spiders down Freddy’s shirt for laughs, or that thing with the trained tigers. Also, Heinrich is dead too. All in all I think it balances out, and I’m still kicking so I might as well make the most of it.