heaven's not far away anymore <3 [damen]

"Hey babe," he attempts to swoon me. He always does, doesn't he know? He looks mad about something. Knowing me, I probably did it, too. I always do everything wrong. I'm trying to think at what would make him mad at me, but aren't Canadians always supposed to be nice and happy and helpful and stuff? Never angry or pissed. Right? Or is that just a stereotype? I don't even know. But now that he's pissed, I'm pissed. His sharpened hockey stick (Come on, love, don't you own anything NOT related to hockey?) looks seriously threatening compared to my minuscule knife. But it will have to do. Never bring a hockey stick to a knife fight, love.

[attacks the hoser Damen]
[dice=200+2000]
[Miss, 0.0 (of course)]

Pain rocket-fires up my arm as the hockey stick digs into my arm. I once heard about a video where there was a hockey game, and this guy fell and slit some guy's throat open with the blade of his skate. Like, can you imagine? Playing a sport you love and having your throat split open. Anyways, deep maroon blood seeps down my arm, and I hate it. I hate blood, but it seems I'm almost always injuring myself. Just the other day I cut my arm on the bottom of the medicine cabinet, when I swung it open. Trufax. "Hannah" means graceful, but that's the exact opposite of what I am. But now that I'm injured, now that Damen has broken the promise that he'd never hurt me ever, it's time for fun.

[attacks Damen]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Cheek, 3.5]

He cut my arm again! In the same place! He must really want me to be armless, huh? He must not like it. Maybe my hands are ugly or something. I don't know. But my arm is now completely red, sticky with blood, and it's still coming down. "I want my skate back. Please?" He pleads to me. Is THAT what this whole thing is about? His hockey skate? I don't even HAVE his hockey skate! Why would I need it? Last time I went skating, I fell and hurt myself. So like, why would I want it? I prefer sports on solid ground, like tennis. Plus, you can hit people with both the racket and the balls.

[attacks Damen]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Back, 4.0]

He missed. Thank god, maybe I can finally stop losing blood if he'd just stop cutting up my arm for a second. But what?! He has it on video?! I didn't even know he had a camera. "You must be mistaken. It must be someone else, because what would I need with your hockey skate? I don't skate! I fear the ice. You know that!" I stare into his face, wondering why he'd ever love me. All I do is bring problems and stress to people. And in this case, blood. Maybe I should just kill myself and let him live in peace. But not yet. I need to cut him up a few times more before I do that.

[attacks Damen]
[dice=200+2000]
[Miss, 0.0 (UGH)]

Oh great, he's going lower now. NOT LIKE THAT. Just, first he mutilates my arm, and now he's attacking my legs. He must not want me to walk, either. Does he really love me after all? I think he loves his hockey skates more. Also, he's right. I'm a horrible liar. Also very gullible, sadly. And stubborn. And lots of other things. It's saddening. Pain radiates through my body, and all I want is a shower and a first-aid kit. And maybe a bed. But I have to finish this fight off. I know I'm going to die, so I might as well enjoy my last few moments on this planet. I quickly snatch a kiss from his lips, smiling all the while, and then spring back suddenly and lunge again. I better not miss.

[attacks Damen]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Right Calf, 8.0 (YES <3)]

I think this loss of blood is making me crazy. I don't think straight, and I'm missing most of the time. I feel sick, and I wonder if I'm eventually going to pass out soon. "Just get on with it, would you?"

[attacks Damen]
[dice=200+2000]
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