he won? you sure?

The window behind him is filled with green glowing text:  “—he screams his pitch is low and black as night that flows and chokes his withered throat and hacking cough that sounds like death is here for him who always knew and feared that this indecent end would carve its bitter name full deep inside his soul and burn within without a ceasing seeing moment more than screaming ones who howl and hide from fates that crawl towards on nails that scratch and creak like rotten boards might warn you of your severed pains approach to pull your skin like sodden cloth and drag it tearing from the now that is no longer even close to what the when just might have been if there was time enough to run and hide from rancid deaths—”

personally I believe Jon should spend some time in the Admiral domain… as a treat…

[ID: Digital sketch of Jon Sims in grey-scale. He has short curly hair and is wearing a plain hoodie and pants. He’s kneeling on the ground with his palms spread out in front of him. In front of his face and hands is each a blue glowing eye. Jon is surrounded by 5 cats: on his head, his shoulder, clinging to his chest, sitting on his right and walking on his left. 

he won? you sure?

The window behind him is filled with green glowing text:  “—he screams his pitch is low and black as night that flows and chokes his withered throat and hacking cough that sounds like death is here for him who always knew and feared that this indecent end would carve its bitter name full deep inside his soul and burn within without a ceasing seeing moment more than screaming ones who howl and hide from fates that crawl towards on nails that scratch and creak like rotten boards might warn you of your severed pains approach to pull your skin like sodden cloth and drag it tearing from the now that is no longer even close to what the when just might have been if there was time enough to run and hide from rancid deaths—”