Internal Monologue

BOOM BOOM BOOM . The knock was coming from the floor, from under one of the worn Cathyssian carpets Kyle used to try to give his Spiretonian loft some kind of coziness. Sometimes the goblin drugmongers downstairs pounded on the ceiling if he was making too much noise, but Kyle had been having a quiet evening too himself. He was sorting his latest Beastclash card acquisitions and stuffing his face with food so he’d have enough blood to feed his newly adopted vampire daughter, who’d be waking up in an hour or so. He couldn’t think of anything he’d done to annoy them. They’d been friendly since the Loot division several days ago. BOOM BOOM BOOM . The knock came again. It sounded like they were trying to get his attention. Why didn’t they come to the door? Kyle got up and walked over to the spot on the carpet where the knock was coming from. There was a slight bump, as if there was something under the rug. Could that somehow be what was annoying them? Kyle grew suspic

People try to cut me down (talkin' 'bout regeneration) Just because I'm green and brown (talkin' 'bout regeneration) I don't need no s-s-saving throw (talkin' 'bout regeneration) Hack my limbs and they regrow (talkin' 'bout regeneration) This is regeneration This is regeneration, baby Why don't you all r-run away (talkin' 'bout regeneration) I'm really very hard to s-s-slay (talkin' 'bout regeneration) Unless you've got di-s-s-sintegration (talkin' 'bout regeneration) I'll come back by re-g-g-generation (talkin' 'bout regeneration)