Why do you hunt monsters?
BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING EXHILARATING.
yee-fucking-haw!!!! you live a thrill a minute, constantly running from one distraction to the next. you love to make people laugh, or distract them -- wanna see me eat this chip off the floor? wanna see me jump off the roof? wanna see me do it again? you're fine with being a joke, it's just that you'd like to be in on it. meanwhile, you're happy to throw yourself into danger because your attention span is about as fragile as a string of dental floss. but if you can keep doing Stuff (fun stuff! good stuff! badass stuff!) then you won't have to worry about the things in the dark, the things you can't remember, the despair that you largely suspect is going to sneak up on you at any given moment. go ahead. pop open the flask. knock it back. it'll burn your throat something good. never question why you can't remember your lovers' faces. never question those bruises that just showed up. it's nothing. it's definitely nothing. you fight monsters because it's fucking exhilarating. and if you're exhilarated, only then can you keep the dark thoughts at bay.
