Loose talk is noose talk

Oh, how you and I would talk back then. The conversation was mystical, magical. And not that Disney sort of magic. It was the magic of lore. It was that old black magic, and it electrified me so. Ah, I miss those days, those impulses. To recreate now would be an act and nothing more. But oh, how I long for those days of biting play, of innocent war. The battles we fought, the blood we shed, and the blood lust that accompanied. I miss those fierce battles. I miss those mind fucks. I miss the lack of inhibition that allowed us to fully immerse ourselves in violent role play. Enough to make it real.