Though the world is cruel and unforgiving. Oft dominated by hate. I extend the same sentiments to you, Lin. Few have endured as much as yourself.

In my youth I dabbled in a few forms of such. But life has a way of changing things.

Tea and a spot of sewing. I often need new clothes after such days.

I take the gnarly ones and use them as kindling for my fireplace. You're not a gnarly one, are you?

I know who this is. (Clueless.)

Ha. No.

Weaver most likely. But if you're wanting an actual combat job, probably Bard!

As in, the computer error? No. If you're meaning emotionally, then certainly. Losing a few limbs and organs will do that to anyone.

Hmmm. An interesting question. While something like Mothman seems like an easy answer, I think the Flatwoods Monster is quite endearing.

I'm always saying this.

Supposedly an establishment I worked at in the past was haunted. Though I personally never experienced anything out of the ordinary. Beyond a soda cup moving on it's own or general electrical fritz.

If only I could explain why, but it's 7.

A few times. Some children would stowaway their pets into Kid's Cove.

Murphy's Law, obviously. Is that not often the answer?

No, and I frankly wouldn't be caught dead trying such.