Isarii and the Eldritch Horror of Ikea
I awoke this morning of heavy mind. Though my night’s rest had amounted to the perfunctory level of sleep demanded by a human body, the events of the day to come had taken their toll upon my resting psyche. In the waning hours of the preceding day, a sinister presence had invaded my living space, its cubic form the specter of labor future. As I gazed upon its shadowed visage, the cube, antagonized by the insolence of my resentful gaze, carried out a vicious attack upon my muddled mind. I would require supplies for the events ahead.
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