I had the frivolous voices of lawn gnomes, guiding me through my great ventures into the dark abysis in which we call reality. How sweet were their shrills as they called out for bloodlust and tears.....How gentle there condolences when the blood of our enemies trickled from my silver blade.....ah, sweet memories of the warmth we felt when we were together, destroying the wicked with an iron fist.....
I had a bunch of nice imaginary friends. <3