Dear diary, today is my birthday. Happy birthday, Tragula. Thanks, Tragula, looking pretty good for

690. What's your secret? pretty good

old-fashioned,

old-fashioned dark magic and some good old-fashioned clean living.

Any plans? Well, I was precise the only dude who used to throw me parties and Victor is

having another one of his moody spells so probably just going to stay in tonight.

Just chill and listen to Renfield's pain screams reverberate down the halls while my mind is ever tortured by the ghost of my Aria

taunting me from beyond the threshold of my memory.

Six hundred and 690 years without losing my mind. That's a pretty good run. Oh, I'm going to be able to do you.

Oh, you know.

Oh, you know.

Oh, you know. Oh, oh, I'm going to be.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, yeah. Oh, I'm not. The three of you have made camp for the evening after an outrageously long day during which

You've obviously leveled up to level six because you defeated a god. That's the that's the system we're using

yeah to track xP one gone get one level one level cash it in.

Some G6 now you're g you are definitely G6. Hide has helped you all sort of find shelter under a cliffside outcropping where you've set up camp, which is granting you protection from the torrential rainstorm

that has sort of been pounding down since you reached the surface with Dracula's castle

in sight. And as you all sort of gather around this fire, Hyde says,

So let me get this straight.

You're the King of England now, and you're the new turbo cardinal.

Interim.

Yes, interim.

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