"Ok so just ghost me out of here." He looked at me sternly, I recalled that look as a young child though it had been several hundred years since I'd seen it.
"How would I just 'ghost' you out of here?"
"You just hit me, so knock out some guards and get me out of here before they murder me, that's what you're here for right?"
"I can only interact with you." He said as a resignation which told me he'd tried doing something earlier and failed. It was the closest thing I'd ever heard from my father admitting a fault ever, and this was hundreds of years post death, the man just never admits to mistakes (unlike me).
"Well shit that does put us in a bit of a bind." I was shackled in a shack on a beach surrounded by a religion that believes in conflict about to be sacrificed to resurrect a dead spider god for some really stupid reason I hadn't figured out yet. I also had sand in an uncomfortable place and a bladder infection. My life was coming up awesome. I waited because that was all I had left, my father didn't say anything just sat there and stared (really unnerving).
Eventually someone came to get me and I was brought to the site of where I'd slain the spider god (relatively I mean it wasn't like I'd marked it with anything but destruction). They had set up a little altar there and some other blood sacrifices had also recently been made, hopefully willingly, most likely not. I did have to see a bit of an issue with worshippers of one god hoping to resurrect another god, but it wasn't exactly my business to question the religious beliefs of crazy fanatics (well it kind of was, but I mean it wasn't exactly helpful to question them). So they lowered my head onto the sacrificial altar and I have to admit things were looking very very bad. And they were about to get worse. Tomorrow though I have to drag this out or you'll just read some other journal you found next to a dead body of a guy who drank the wrong thing or something (I always speculate about how I'll die, I'm weird like that).
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