Life of Rozyag

You walk across the room to pick the knife off of the floor, your survival instincts kick in and you instantly chop off your hand without a second thought, very little blood rushes out as you are very skinny. The adrenaline moving through your body stops you from feeling too much pain, you pick up your now chopped off hand and gnaw at the fleshy part of your fingers only to discover you have no flesh or fat and sit there, unmoving, simply staring at your hand, thanks to the shock and the adrenaline you feel no pain as you die. You body hollow and lifeless, your eyes tainted a light black with your chopped off hand sitting in your lap.

(Ohh my, how sad, Joel died again... NOT LIKE ANYONE ACTUALLY CARES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA)