Mental breakdown.

In a blind rage you attack the werewolf and tear him apart. Then, as you calm down you realize your sudden error and begin to have a mental breakdown.

"what the fuck am I doing with my life!!!"

Sobbing uncontrollably you stagger around�and attempt to gain some of your bearings but in the end you just can't. What were you really doing with yourself? you had no girlfriend or friends to speak of and to top it all off you were attacked by squirrels, bit by a werewolf, dragged into some basement and now had to get over�looking like some weird humanoid dragon thing that only the furry fandom would be envious of.

But now was not the time to weep like�a pussy. Now was the time for action and the best course of action right�at that moment�was to get your shit sorted out and hope there was a cure for�whatever disease your current form was somewhere in the facility outside of this basement. You just�prayed to all heaven that�this was�just a form and in no way�something that would�seep into how you acted around others.

It was bad enough that right now as you dried your tears. You were also devouring what was left of the werewolf quite vigoriously.

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