You let yourself spiral into a very dark place, mentally

Who cares if you live or die?

You don't.

The only ones who care are watching from a long time ago

The scenery of the farm brings back a lot of dark, bloody memories. Feed that back into the day's mayhem and murder, none of which you wanted to do...

None of which you wanted to do! Just like the goats, the pigs, the chickens...

Death, death, death, is all you have ever known. Family? What family?

You don't remember a mother. You don't remember a father. You don't remember friends, or school, or happiness.

All you remember is the farm.

Killing on the farm.

Killing on the farm.

Killing on the farm.

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1. You go looking for shrooms for one last death trip
2. You start spending a lot of time in the toolshed
3. You start to paint
4. You live on the farm but you have no animals, you plant nothing. let the killing take care of itself
5. sleeping walking gets to be a big problem at this point