I mean, sure I'm married, but I ain't dead.
I've combed the beaches, the boulevards, the cul de sacs. Heck, I've even combed the retirement homes, but I have not once found a girl with blue hair and jet black eyes with jet black sclera. I did find a blue haired lady once, who was rather nice, over at the retirement center, but she refused to glue dismembered squid tentacles on her head and let me call her the Shadow Broker. Old fashioned, I guess.
Painting my wife blue every two years when we're intimate is getting old. Plus, it really breaks reality when I miss a spot (the eyes start to go as you get older). Also, since the price of blue body paint has risen so much (probably due solely to my effect on the demand), I've had to start mixing water to stretch it out, and it's now diluted the color, so she looks more like Tela Vasir, and less like Aria or the Asari Councilor. I mean Vasir is not bad, but she's no Aria, and I love breaking Aria's one rule.
Damn, I even sewed together different colored sheets so that our bed looks just like Omega. It's sad to see such a dedicated investment and so much hard work go down the drain.
Am I alone?
PS. I also painted the toilet to look like the Omega Relay. Nothing's ever come back from the Omega Relay, except for that one night I had bad Thai food. That night, nothing really went through the Omega Relay for a while. Pictures on Instagram.





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