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[u]Po closes it, latching the lock and shoving it back in his bag.[/u] Be careful not to read it for to long. It can cause mild to sever insanity. I know I certainly went insane for a few hundred years. I only snapped out of it a few years ago, but I still have some ticks. [u]He takes out a roll of herbs, sticking it in his mouth. He cups his hands around it. As he removes them, you can see he lit the roll. He starts to smoke it nervously.[/u]
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Soo... It's perfect for me!
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[u]Po shrugs.[/u] I guess. Just know that I'm never going to let anybody but me use this. It took me years to find it, so it feels like a part of me. Take it away, and I don't know what would happen.
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I get it. I have only had this sword for a few months and I already have a connection to it. But, if you'd like, I can make a tattoo of it, so if you lose it, put your hand over the tattoo and voilà! It's there.
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[u]Po shakes his head.[/u] I'd rather not. This thing... I hate it, but I cannot get rid of it because it keeps me alive. If someone were to take it, I would be joyous to be free of it's grip, but I might go insane from not having the comfort of it's presence. This book is a blessing and a curse at the same time.
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In what way?
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It's difficult to explain. You see, this is no ordinary book. It's not just a Necronomicon, it's THE Necronomicon. It keeps me alive so I may continue studying, but it slowly erodes at my soul, my very being. As I read more and more, I discover more and more ancient evils that are hidden within all of us. It's gotten to the point where I don't see people for for they are, but what darkness consumes their soul, writhing and trying to break out of it's cell.