My ordinary life in exaggeration...

When I was a young child, I had no friends so I created a world of my own. Now I am older and I can't leave.



Hi, I am Sascha's younger brother. Unlike her, I am not an (un)dead cyborg. No. I am still dead. I am a ghost.

Sascha and I both both met our maker due to unfortunate accidents at a rather young age. Sascha was the first to go. After our parents discovered her unusual sexual activities, they sent her away to reform school in Siberia. However, this failed to thwart her efforts at pleasuring herself in the only way she knew how, and there were plenty of scarves available. Unfortunately, she pulled too tightly one night and, in a fit of passion, released herself from this mortal coil.

My own death was significantly less scandalous. When I was a young chap, I often liked to romp about in women's clothing. I was mourning the recent passing of dear Sascha and decided to puchase a lacy new petticoat in an attempt to life my spirits. But on the way to the shop, one of the wheels on our carriage hit a large rock. I flew forward and was crushed under the weight of the horses' hooves.

I am grateful to the administrator of this journal for allowing me to post here so that I may use this medium to interact with my (un)dead sister. I hear that Lara is really lame though, so I'm not that grateful.


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