OoooOohhhh...
All 3 at war again.
Nothing but a depressive headache.
I wish I could fuse them together inside my head like this body is a vessel to them.
Is there perfect?
Is there imperfect?
Is imperfect perfect?
Is the perfect totally imperfect?
Someone has to be the right, right?
Someone who has the spirit to prove all thoughts wrong.
I'm nothing but a jester of Faith, Destiny and Fortune.
They laugh at my misery from the void.
I only want peace.
~AC of unknown origin detected.
9-Ball: Destroy... Destroy..! DESTROY!~