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[drinkuntilidie]

[Anyone listening to their journal right now gets to hear the delightful sound of Kevas retching into a bucket. He's tried to keep his suffering silent for as long as he can, but with all the vomiting, shaking, and his head feeling like it's splitting open, Kevas just doesn't care any more.]

I want someone to do me a favor.

[Kevas sounds tired and absolutely miserable right now.]

Find a gun, come to my room, put it against my head, and pull the trigger. I'd apprecia-[Hang on, he's emptying out his stomach again.]

Appreciate it.

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[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

But at least I won't be sick anymore.

[Audio]

[idkmybffcyclops]

[Well in that case...]

I'll drink enough for the both of us.

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Oh you're a real pal, thanks.

[And more vomiting.]

[Audio]

[idkmybffcyclops]

[Hey, Logan would have to drink every single bottle in the tavern to get drunk. And even then, he wouldn't have a hangover. OH THE JOYS OF BEING A FREAK :D]

Just doin' what I can to help. For solidarity.

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

{Kevas groins and for a moment doesn't say anything.]

Then maybe I should start sharing some of what I got in this bucket.

[Despite the joke he still sounds pathetic.]