He's controlling them, isn't he...
An army of well trained demons against me?
Yeah...
I'd win...
Getting ridiculously overconfident for someone who literally messed up basically everything I've done.
Then I suddenly, spout some crap about being able to win against an army?
For some reason, I seem to have given myself a death sentence.
Ahh...
This reminds me of the video games I used to play...
Like...
...
Hold on...
What are video games?
There's just hundreds of demon's about to swarm me and I'm just thinking of something that I said that I don't even remember.
If I can't remember...
It's not important!!!
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Somewhere else in who knows where...
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<ACHOO!!!>
Someone sneezed.
Grabbing a tissue, he rubs his red nose with it.
<Hmm...>
<Guess one of my regressed selves has remembered some of my memories.>
<Hope they use them well.>
<Now...>
<What number are they?>
Materializing a remote control out of nowhere, he clicks the power on button.
*Beep*
<What's this?>
<He is me right?>
Confused, he continues to flick through the channels which depict brutal and odd ways where Gidley Hawthorne has died.
<Can't find him...>
<But I'm certain...>
<He is me...>
The screen then stops at a supposedly normal looking Hawthorne.
He's standing in front of hundreds of demons.
Bravely taking his sword out, he holds it in front of him.
You can see his legs slightly shaking.
Not from fear...
Nope...
It's from excitement...
That person...
Is obviously...
Gidley Hawthorne! ( Number: ???? )