The Devil's Nest, Thursday, December 17, 2020

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Eric was in a long argument with the mistletoe, stopping only to tell the lights that it was useless to try to choke him because he didn't breathe.

And he realized he was arguing with two inanimate--normally, at least--objects, and destroyed them both.

He spent the rest of the night sulking brooding about his ridiculous un-life on this island.

[OOC: I had this ready five hours ago but...life.]