Anyway. I was there, in the hospital. The fucks that ran the place were having me wait to get my brains scooped out. Fun times, wish they, you know, asked me how I felt about it.
One of the doctors there has me taken to his office and gives me an offer I literally cannot refuse unless I already took that damn icepick to the face.
And as much as that guy was a piece of shit, accepting the "curse" of Cain was probably one of the best decisions I've made.
CW: 1960s era medical horror/medical abuse/casual ableist language
...it's possible.
Anyway. I was there, in the hospital. The fucks that ran the place were having me wait to get my brains scooped out. Fun times, wish they, you know, asked me how I felt about it.
One of the doctors there has me taken to his office and gives me an offer I literally cannot refuse unless I already took that damn icepick to the face.
And as much as that guy was a piece of shit, accepting the "curse" of Cain was probably one of the best decisions I've made.
Am I making sense so far?