Just a note, i do not condone nor support the actions of any MSI band members, ESPECIALLY Jimmy urine.
I listen to their music separate from them.
publishing this b4 i leave, its kinda shitty-
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Wine glass trudged along the sidewalk of the ghost town they used to live in, stopping in front of a burnt down building. There lay nearly unrecognizable human remains, if it weren't for the dirty, worn out clothes, clumpy with rotten flesh clinging to the cloth. Cocktail glanced at the sight, nearly gagging seeing the rotten corpses. "The fuck happened here?" "Tragedy." They responded blandly.
The memories were still fresh in their mind, the image of their father holding the bloodied knife with their mother on the floor. It was too much to bear.
A single tear rolled down their cheek, only to be wiped away. "You alright, hun?" Cocktail asked, slightly concerned. "I'm fine, just.. memories, i guess." Wine glass responded, their voice wavering as if they were moments from bursting into tears.
Just then, a vase was knocked over.
CRASH
Wine glass flinched, looking at the shattered, slightly burnt vase on the ground. "What the hell-?"
