Got it.

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The final trophy of the final dlc content package.  It was more of a grind, than else.  This game isn't fun to play on harder levels, so I won't.  The only reason I went for the trophies, is because I had them for the main game.  But, now, I have all the trophies available for the main section and three other packages.  I'm not sure what the third one was, a free dlc?  I don't remember.

I did get Spiderman as a free download.  I may or may not play it.  I probably wouldn't care for it all that much.  Don't know how much political correctness they have shoved into it.  Not sure it is worth finding out.  If so, not for a while.

I had half of the remaining leftovers of the chicken.  Oh, that was just about as good tonight as it was yesterday.  Wrapped in foiled, heated in the oven for an half hour.  Very good.  I offered Sassy some, she seemed interested, but, no.  She wouldn't even touch it.  All good, I tried.  And, she was begging.

The painkillers have helped, if just a bit.  The pain is more in the 7/10 rather than 9 or 10 out of 10.  Maybe 6?  Still pretty rough, but I am almost used to it.  Just, when it sneaks up on me, it can catch me off guard.

On, perhaps, to bed?  If I can.  Can't do much else.  Either that, or watching a show.  Only the older ones.  Shows before the 2000's are a bit too gimmicky, or old, for my tastes, usually.  It isn't just the close, hair, or else, it's the whole way of thinking.  Funny thing is, those were, at their time, considered advanced, edgy.  The only thing you can be certain about the fashionable side of things, is they will pass badly, and weren't all that good to start.  Some idiot wanted to sell you something new, so they hired some other (if beautiful, handsome, strong, or whatever) idiot to showcase their goods.  And... you were taught to think you would gain some aspect of the idiot, hired by the other idiot.

Though, to be honest, I think most people are over fashion edges.  Not all by choice.  The crushing of the middle class might end up being a good thing.  Let the rich remain gaudy.  And alone.  One thing they will realize, when they shove everyone else out, a shut down their access to all but the plainest of clothes, is that their false tastes will no longer be beloved, followed, or even desired.  Merely hated.  Those things will make them easy marks, when the time comes.  And... it's coming.

When you truly destroy Rome, to enjoy your evils, the darkness will truly descend upon you.  You have no idea what you have done, but will know shortly enough.  It always amazes me how dubious their hold on reality is, right until there is absolute clarity, which is usually right after they realize there is nowhere to run.  Nowhere to hide.  And buying people's souls bought them not a friend, certainly not an ally, in a world darkened by their greed, lust, and filth of soul.  Man will choose his fate, one at a time.  And receive it, one at a time.  Later.