015 - She's taken out her little penknife/ And twinned the sweet babe of its life

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[Aniki is laying on the plane and her lips are turning the color of uncooked dough. Because most of her blood is currently chugging its way out of the wound that crazy-Ryotarou-Imagin-dude put in her gut. She's having trouble breathing, too, probably from those cracked ribs, and her left arm is skewed at an angle that is completely impossible without dislocation and possibly broken bones.

So yeah. Imagin one. Above-average, skilled human? Zero.]