dialogue prompts from don't fear the reaper by stephen graham jones.
it's sort of good to be home.
this world is shit, to not have treated you better.
sorry i was such a handful, back when.
you still believe in all that?
the grass is always greenest right above the septic tank.
tell your pretty wife to call me.
what's the last thing you remember? what were you doing?
a monster you know, or one you don't know?
you really are different, aren't you?
and i thought video was dead.
will things ever be normal between us, do you think?
just what i wanted to be reminded of.
it sucks being the last one left.
what kind of bullshit death dream is this?
you said you'd come back, and you did.
it's not easy, being a terrible person.
it's happening again, isn't it?
names don't matter. it's what they do that matters.
we survivors have to stick together, don't we?
my version of reality isn't the consensually agreed upon one.
being smart's not as easy as everyone makes it out to be.
you're never as alone as you think you are.
i'm going to have to tell them, aren't i?
souls are like livers: they regenerate until you poison them enough. then all they can do is kill you.
after a while, you can forget you're pretending.
i think i'm running out of lives here.
people change. they grow up.
apology accepted. i wouldn't have listened to me, either.
i thought if i knew all the rules, nothing would happen to me.
you don't get to pick your genre.
have i always been this annoying?
you really plan for everything, don't you?
i'm not as good as you think.
there aren't any real fighters anymore: just killers and the killed.
good grief, charlie brown, give it a rest already.
who doesn't need coffee and cupcakes?
if the only scars you get are on your skin, count yourself lucky.
once you start running, you don't stop until you are stopped.
watch your 6, your 12, your 10, and 2.
sometimes it is who you think it is.
it was high school. we were all stupid, right?
ask anybody: you can't trust me, i'm a bad bet. the worst bet.