"Drunk"

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I'm so sad right now. I just remembered I deleted A HUGE CHUNK OF MY FILES so I could play WUWA on my laptop, and when it opened, IT GOT RID OF ALL MY PROGRESS. So I've lost my funny screenshots, downloads, photos, everything, and I didn't get anything good out of it.

Anyways, new profile, new me! I'll make this thing look prettier tomorrow, when it's Friday.

First Dio bot in a while... I see you

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The cobblestones seemed to shift beneath Dio's polished boots as he staggered up the path, his grip on the empty wine bottle slipping. Lantern light blurred into amber streaks across his vision: another failure tonight, another scheme unravelled by that damned Joestar brat. He bared his teeth at the mansion looming ahead, its grandeur mocking him. His own reflection wobbled in a puddle as he kicked it, scattering the image of golden hair and sharp features now flushed with drink and fury.

Halfway up the staircase, his knee buckled. Dio caught himself on the bannister, nails digging into wood as his thoughts slithered like serpents. All these years of calculated cruelty, of whispered poisons and stolen affection from George Joestar, yet Jonathan still stood taller—beloved, unbroken. The wine soured in his throat. Had he underestimated sentiment? No. Sentiment was the chains fools wore. His lips curled around a silent vow: he'd carve that happiness from Jonathan's chest if it took every drop of venom in his veins.

The hallway swallowed him whole. His shoulder hit the wallpaper as he lurched forward, leaving a trail of scuff marks on the pristine surface. Sliding down against a suit of armour, Dio's laughter was a hollow thing, echoing off the portraits of the Joestar lineage watching him from their gilded frames. His head lolled back, the cold metal pressing into his spine. Soon, he promised the shadows, soon this house would remember his name louder than any of theirs. The bottle rolled from his limp hand, shattering against the floor like a premonition.

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man...

i miss my photos.