I haven't caught Jack red-handed yet. And yes, that was a bad pun. And let me make this clear, there are more than one of each Fear in all the worlds, realities and parallels, but their has always been only one Jack. I'm leaving my Verse, as I like to define my world, and will soon be in the world that most of you bloggers all are in.
Strange, the concept of traveling between worlds. Time flows the same through all of them.
But I plan on visiting the Fears, my equals and I guess my superiors since I don't exactly scale on the power scale to most of them, and I can't absorb the shards in the world neither, but I can at least keep them from sanity. I guess, after my visit with Wooden Doll of your world, Bloggers, I might allow sanity a day to do what he will, as I have left Lyron to her own devices. When her leave is finished, or if she comes back for that matter (Servants on leave are the most likely to die at the hands of fighting Runners, or the likes of Proxiehunter), I should finish our history lesson and have her give her thesis on the birth of Fears to Knight. As much as I wish to kill her, I at least would like the chance to pass off a detailed history of what this world knows about our creation. Each world has a different history and theory. I have no confidence in picking out the truth, but if our history has a shred of it, I might share it.
But yes, All of these failures make me itch and want to torture someone again. I am tempted to even torture animals but sanity would have no of it. I agree, as they are by far more lovely than mankind. Did you know that I had animal hosts in the past before? The life is simple, and I needed the break. I flew, swam and saw more of the world and the truth than most of my brothers and sisters. And my Mother and her family.
When I am done with this self purposed scout for Jack, I'll engage in a little plan of mine that only has a slight chance of global panic in my home world. That and I should probably think up better names if I wasn't tired. Staging as a hopeless drunk was a good idea in theory, but sanity isn't a drinker so his body dislikes it, and he is a tired drunk. He ruins all my fun by not letting me put on good facades.
But yes, moan in that I remain alive and still able to ruin the lives of many innocents and those that need not my interference.
~INSANITY
Tuesday 30 October 2012
Thursday 25 October 2012
Home again.
INSANITY came back from a another scouting trip and said that he has enough evidence that the newborn left...
We sat on our asses in Dogscape without a hint of the Newborn's location and never found it and we never got to meet Scape and Co...
We were all happy to go home but. And hopefully this is home and not some alternate universe...
I'm going on Leave after this post, Emily is going god knows where (some mission from the Wooden Girl, who isn't pulling Emily's string, thank god) and INSANITY was pissed and decided to go annoy some "Jack" fellow and try and weasel information from him on Dying Man pieces that spread via text and how to absorb them.
I take it this is Jack as in that post Proxiehunter (whose been a great help with understand that I am, but also a curse since I am now on his hit list... joy.) has and not Little Jack Frost...
I am glad that dimensional bleeding helps me travel, I should mention. While not really part of the general world, as our Fears act differently than the Fears here (Yes, I am in your world... and if you are confused, join me. I'm still getting my head around this.) which also means Dying Man shards from our world can't absorb shards in this world and vice versa. Same with the Red Cap. Which means if Judas and INSANITY ever cross paths and enter the same body... a royal mental battle of wills of who will control the body will ensue.
I think...
Thankfully, INSANITY is bound to Mitch's body. Until he dies of course, but INSANITY likes Mitch to play with... perverse sense of what is play mostly.
Anyway, I ramble... I need to stop doing that if I want to report things but deal with it now, I can finally relax.
Has Mitch been described in this blog? I don't remember, traveling from a hole in space gives me a headache.
We sat on our asses in Dogscape without a hint of the Newborn's location and never found it and we never got to meet Scape and Co...
We were all happy to go home but. And hopefully this is home and not some alternate universe...
I'm going on Leave after this post, Emily is going god knows where (some mission from the Wooden Girl, who isn't pulling Emily's string, thank god) and INSANITY was pissed and decided to go annoy some "Jack" fellow and try and weasel information from him on Dying Man pieces that spread via text and how to absorb them.
I take it this is Jack as in that post Proxiehunter (whose been a great help with understand that I am, but also a curse since I am now on his hit list... joy.) has and not Little Jack Frost...
I am glad that dimensional bleeding helps me travel, I should mention. While not really part of the general world, as our Fears act differently than the Fears here (Yes, I am in your world... and if you are confused, join me. I'm still getting my head around this.) which also means Dying Man shards from our world can't absorb shards in this world and vice versa. Same with the Red Cap. Which means if Judas and INSANITY ever cross paths and enter the same body... a royal mental battle of wills of who will control the body will ensue.
I think...
Thankfully, INSANITY is bound to Mitch's body. Until he dies of course, but INSANITY likes Mitch to play with... perverse sense of what is play mostly.
Anyway, I ramble... I need to stop doing that if I want to report things but deal with it now, I can finally relax.
Has Mitch been described in this blog? I don't remember, traveling from a hole in space gives me a headache.
Monday 22 October 2012
Wednesday 17 October 2012
I stopped using Mitch's Account
I made my own blogger so that I don't have to sign up for things using Mitch's email. Which I think he will be grateful, what with the newsletters from news groups around the world and such. That and I have been keeping in contact with a few people and INSANITY is getting annoying about it.
Who knows, might even make my own blog later, if needed. Not sure yet. sanity likes what I am up to, and even Emily, so I think it's for a good cause.
Anyway, yay, I have my own account. Before all this, Mitch subscribed to the weirdest shit I won't name.
Who knows, might even make my own blog later, if needed. Not sure yet. sanity likes what I am up to, and even Emily, so I think it's for a good cause.
Anyway, yay, I have my own account. Before all this, Mitch subscribed to the weirdest shit I won't name.
Sunday 14 October 2012
First day of Actual Work - Lyron
Oh gosh, my partner for this job thing that Emily has been filling me in (Also, she is a nice girl, when she forgets her one sided romance) is straight from a tragic story. A handsome young man, 24, with cliche protagonist brown hair and blue eyes. A Gary Stu, if you look over the fact that his face tells you otherwise, what with the constant sad look, haggard and gaunt, as if he has a inner conflict.
But I base most of this on the foreknowledge I acquired on him. Poor Mitch, made to host this Dying Man shard that they call Insanity.
Lucky for me, I'm homosexual and despite this compulsion that I will identify as nothing more than Red Cap attraction (I wonder if it normally attracts humans that aren't Marked like that?), I don't feel the need to engage in intercourse with him. Yay for diversity! But then again, I could have been chosen for that reason...
Anyway, yes, we finally arrived in Dogscape... Motherfucker. Now I hate dogs, mainly because they are messy in their affection of owners and I prefer cats because cats are badass. Personal opinion, don't kill me for it... or don't kill me at all. I'm just a proxy that reports things and remembers conversations and actually, I will go into the details about me later.
So yes, fucking ew, Dog matter everywhere. Being away from our world has it's perks though. The Wooden Girl can't use her strings on Emily, so Emily has been lovely and oh my god, I feel so sorry for her. The only influence of the Fears are that the Red Cap has tempered with her and yeah... despite telling me that she hates sex and never want's to experience it ever again because of her father, she is aroused around IN/sanity.
INSANITY has me as her caretaker. Surprisenly, he is bearable. Mostly because I suspect sanity has filtered him somehow or diluted him to humanity. Either way, he is caring about Emily and even seriously suggested that we entrust her to someone who actually won't hurt her to look after her.
I suspected the reason was to rid of her, as you would expect from him, INSANITY, the asshole but he didn't want her under the Fear's influence because she might get worse treatment when we returned.
Oh, and the talk of INSANITY being a mask thing? Seems legit. A by-product of the experiment. Because I don't have a shard in me, I didn't need that many Fears to do what ever the fuck they do with us to survive the verse jumps.
Only thing is, because of the need to have a bit of the Newborn's powers... and Emily lacking that, she has lost her hair colour to that of a green hue, like new leaves on a hedge green. And her eyes are a sharp looking opal colour. Worst change of all is that her skin appears to take on a more... leafy texture. INSANITY told us that he tried to use his influence and that of the other Fear's that are in sanity's bodies to keep her whole as possible, but he could only do so much. IN/sanity seems to be fine but to be honest, the only change to affect me is that my toes are flexible... like I can use them as primitive hands. Fucking freaky but handy.
I'm in fact, in a Dog-matter free house, fixing up Emily's hair for her and using my toes to type this on the laptop I found in my last post. Also, Emily uses an Android tablet which INSANITY uses at time because he finds sanity's Pandora device fickle. Then again, a DS sized computer, running a Linux platform no less, is fickle to me too. I have a Mac. And it was free!
Anyway, what else to mention? We searched for a day, arriving in the morning, for this "Framework" or what ever, or as Emily and INSANITY tell me, Newborn Instance - Romeo or so the Towerborn told them.
OH! I forgot to mention, before leaving, I found out that they have a barracks of servents of other Fear's under their command. They are currently tasked with pooling resources together to take out the runners in Australia for us while we explore other worlds... I have no idea which one of us has the shitty end of the stick, actually.
Anyway, I need to sleep, and Emily too. After what feels like a month, but my laptop tells me a few days, we arrived at the destination. We fought (Or INSANITY did, and we girls hiding because fucking hell, why don't we have powers useful when against old creatures of myth like Will-o'-the-Wisps? Emily can use strings like most willing dolls (I'm told it's an uncommon gift, mainly because The Wooden Girl likes some of her toys more than others) which is useless on the.... thing since it has no physical body and I have jack all in the offensive skills other than stealing memories. Fucking yay, I'm dependant on a Dying Man host to look after me.
INSANITY (or sanity if you are reading this and are away from Emily), please don't die on me. I have no fucking clue what the shit I am meant to be doing and oh god, why the fuck Dogscape of all places? I just hope we arrived at the right one (Because sanity, who is lovely in person guys and you should all try and get to know him, informed me that out of all the possible worlds, he only knows of two... Allow me to reiterate that with some bold shall I? He only knows of two) since that we could damn well not be anywhere we want to be. I mean, we could be on the other side of the planet. Finger crossed we meet with Scape's group.
I want to meet the group, maybe get an interview with Grant and Scape, maybe even the Fears with them. I decided to document all this, just for the sake of everyone. I was talking with Knight on his blog, the latest post of know being Past for those from the future who decide to follow this blog and read our past (Aren't I kind and caring?), that I could still be a reporter despite my situation, but I still have no idea on getting money put of this to make a more honest living.
I'm ranting now... I do this a lot these days so forgive me as I slowly adjust still. I mean, motherfucker, all this shit started a few years back and it's slowly getting bigger. And then other worlds. Like fuck, let's go to a feast where every surface has food on it and you have no idea if you will be able to taste everything before something happens to you.
Argh... tired and still on here, I'm totally going now, bye my lovely readers! I think sanity might post next, he seemed determined to post something. Either about the dreams, the hike ages ago that was the seed of this for him or God kn- no. No God now, after all this. But you understand. I think. Okay, I'm going to sleep, and fuck you if you're lost, I give up being coherent. Spell check is saving me for now.
Again, night!
Lyron
But I base most of this on the foreknowledge I acquired on him. Poor Mitch, made to host this Dying Man shard that they call Insanity.
Lucky for me, I'm homosexual and despite this compulsion that I will identify as nothing more than Red Cap attraction (I wonder if it normally attracts humans that aren't Marked like that?), I don't feel the need to engage in intercourse with him. Yay for diversity! But then again, I could have been chosen for that reason...
Anyway, yes, we finally arrived in Dogscape... Motherfucker. Now I hate dogs, mainly because they are messy in their affection of owners and I prefer cats because cats are badass. Personal opinion, don't kill me for it... or don't kill me at all. I'm just a proxy that reports things and remembers conversations and actually, I will go into the details about me later.
So yes, fucking ew, Dog matter everywhere. Being away from our world has it's perks though. The Wooden Girl can't use her strings on Emily, so Emily has been lovely and oh my god, I feel so sorry for her. The only influence of the Fears are that the Red Cap has tempered with her and yeah... despite telling me that she hates sex and never want's to experience it ever again because of her father, she is aroused around IN/sanity.
INSANITY has me as her caretaker. Surprisenly, he is bearable. Mostly because I suspect sanity has filtered him somehow or diluted him to humanity. Either way, he is caring about Emily and even seriously suggested that we entrust her to someone who actually won't hurt her to look after her.
I suspected the reason was to rid of her, as you would expect from him, INSANITY, the asshole but he didn't want her under the Fear's influence because she might get worse treatment when we returned.
Oh, and the talk of INSANITY being a mask thing? Seems legit. A by-product of the experiment. Because I don't have a shard in me, I didn't need that many Fears to do what ever the fuck they do with us to survive the verse jumps.
Only thing is, because of the need to have a bit of the Newborn's powers... and Emily lacking that, she has lost her hair colour to that of a green hue, like new leaves on a hedge green. And her eyes are a sharp looking opal colour. Worst change of all is that her skin appears to take on a more... leafy texture. INSANITY told us that he tried to use his influence and that of the other Fear's that are in sanity's bodies to keep her whole as possible, but he could only do so much. IN/sanity seems to be fine but to be honest, the only change to affect me is that my toes are flexible... like I can use them as primitive hands. Fucking freaky but handy.
I'm in fact, in a Dog-matter free house, fixing up Emily's hair for her and using my toes to type this on the laptop I found in my last post. Also, Emily uses an Android tablet which INSANITY uses at time because he finds sanity's Pandora device fickle. Then again, a DS sized computer, running a Linux platform no less, is fickle to me too. I have a Mac. And it was free!
Anyway, what else to mention? We searched for a day, arriving in the morning, for this "Framework" or what ever, or as Emily and INSANITY tell me, Newborn Instance - Romeo or so the Towerborn told them.
OH! I forgot to mention, before leaving, I found out that they have a barracks of servents of other Fear's under their command. They are currently tasked with pooling resources together to take out the runners in Australia for us while we explore other worlds... I have no idea which one of us has the shitty end of the stick, actually.
Anyway, I need to sleep, and Emily too. After what feels like a month, but my laptop tells me a few days, we arrived at the destination. We fought (Or INSANITY did, and we girls hiding because fucking hell, why don't we have powers useful when against old creatures of myth like Will-o'-the-Wisps? Emily can use strings like most willing dolls (I'm told it's an uncommon gift, mainly because The Wooden Girl likes some of her toys more than others) which is useless on the.... thing since it has no physical body and I have jack all in the offensive skills other than stealing memories. Fucking yay, I'm dependant on a Dying Man host to look after me.
INSANITY (or sanity if you are reading this and are away from Emily), please don't die on me. I have no fucking clue what the shit I am meant to be doing and oh god, why the fuck Dogscape of all places? I just hope we arrived at the right one (Because sanity, who is lovely in person guys and you should all try and get to know him, informed me that out of all the possible worlds, he only knows of two... Allow me to reiterate that with some bold shall I? He only knows of two) since that we could damn well not be anywhere we want to be. I mean, we could be on the other side of the planet. Finger crossed we meet with Scape's group.
I want to meet the group, maybe get an interview with Grant and Scape, maybe even the Fears with them. I decided to document all this, just for the sake of everyone. I was talking with Knight on his blog, the latest post of know being Past for those from the future who decide to follow this blog and read our past (Aren't I kind and caring?), that I could still be a reporter despite my situation, but I still have no idea on getting money put of this to make a more honest living.
I'm ranting now... I do this a lot these days so forgive me as I slowly adjust still. I mean, motherfucker, all this shit started a few years back and it's slowly getting bigger. And then other worlds. Like fuck, let's go to a feast where every surface has food on it and you have no idea if you will be able to taste everything before something happens to you.
Argh... tired and still on here, I'm totally going now, bye my lovely readers! I think sanity might post next, he seemed determined to post something. Either about the dreams, the hike ages ago that was the seed of this for him or God kn- no. No God now, after all this. But you understand. I think. Okay, I'm going to sleep, and fuck you if you're lost, I give up being coherent. Spell check is saving me for now.
Again, night!
Lyron
Friday 12 October 2012
GUESS WHO IS BACK MY DARLING VICTIMS
HAVE SOME AWESOME RAVE CHIP TUNES THAT sanity ENJOYS AND LET'S HAVE A LOOK AT MY AGENDA TODAY!
Mother fucking Newborn Instance is in Dogscape. Scape's to be precise.
And Grant's there.
And Emily is bitching at me because sanity don't wanna talk to her yet.
And Lyron. She is our scribe since she can remember conversations and was going to be a reporter. Saves me and sanity from trying to remember things word for word.
ANYWAY, WE GONNA BE VERSE JUMPING SOON, TRYING TO FUCKING FIND SCAPE'S WORLD!
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WE GO!
And remember, Don't close the door.
~INSANITY
PS: Shit went down at the theme parks. Mother fucking Brute and Burning Bride went psycho as I arrived and trying to not die and steal a working tablet/smartphone is impossible when they keep trying to bring you into the melee.
Wednesday 10 October 2012
I am Lyron.
Emily is an annoying character... She looked at me, glared, went back into the room she came from and shut the door and from the sounds of it, locked it. She was wearing a clingy red dress that pretty much can be described as a towel barely hiding her body... I'd be more worried than I already am if she had a chest for the dress to display.
Anyway, she had blonde hair and green eyes. And a fucking huge problem. If you saw her last two posts, and I mean really see them and read between the lines (It helps if you can highlight as well...) then you can see shit is wrong here...
Then again, I can't do much...
Oh yes, myself. I guess I should introduce myself more formally...
But it's past midnight and I had my fill of fuckery for two days. This shit is not good for my second day of being... not human.
Only posted because a voice told me to... something on the edge of my perception pops up when ever I hear the voice... but the voice told me what to do, open the laptop that was suddenly on the floor before me and log into this blog... only I didn't get to enter anything in. I was told to post something.
I'm gonna sleep in the bed that's also in this room, I assume it's mine now...
What the fuck went wrong?
Yeah... I think that's enough from me. Hello commenters and let us pray that I never have to meet anyone of you else I might be made to kill you or something... And we all know we don't want that.
Lyron.
Anyway, she had blonde hair and green eyes. And a fucking huge problem. If you saw her last two posts, and I mean really see them and read between the lines (It helps if you can highlight as well...) then you can see shit is wrong here...
Then again, I can't do much...
Oh yes, myself. I guess I should introduce myself more formally...
But it's past midnight and I had my fill of fuckery for two days. This shit is not good for my second day of being... not human.
Only posted because a voice told me to... something on the edge of my perception pops up when ever I hear the voice... but the voice told me what to do, open the laptop that was suddenly on the floor before me and log into this blog... only I didn't get to enter anything in. I was told to post something.
I'm gonna sleep in the bed that's also in this room, I assume it's mine now...
What the fuck went wrong?
Yeah... I think that's enough from me. Hello commenters and let us pray that I never have to meet anyone of you else I might be made to kill you or something... And we all know we don't want that.
Lyron.
Tuesday 9 October 2012
Oh shit, I thought someone was gonna come have sexy time with me but it's another girl... She better not try and steal my meat rod or the bitch is going down.
Not again.
sanity still hasn't returned yet or posted anything...
Is he safe?
I WANT HIM TO COME HOME AND BE IN CONTROL OF HIS BODY SO I CAN PLEASURE MYSELF DAMMIT!
I hope he can help me...
Also, the bitch introduced herself as Lyron and from what I can tell, she serves Slendercock, Ice Dick, Wrinkle Dick, Seedy, The Newborn and the Vision.
Why can I leave these messages?
....
BECAUSE YOU'RE MY PUPPET
She said I was gonna be abandoned. I fucking hate her.
AND I WILL MAKE YOU
I'm lonely...
CRUSH THE SHARD IN HIM
I'm going to a primary school and help educate them in sex and anatomy!
THE ONLY NICE PERSON
-Emily
IN YOUR LIFE!
Not again.
sanity still hasn't returned yet or posted anything...
Is he safe?
I WANT HIM TO COME HOME AND BE IN CONTROL OF HIS BODY SO I CAN PLEASURE MYSELF DAMMIT!
I hope he can help me...
Also, the bitch introduced herself as Lyron and from what I can tell, she serves Slendercock, Ice Dick, Wrinkle Dick, Seedy, The Newborn and the Vision.
Why can I leave these messages?
....
BECAUSE YOU'RE MY PUPPET
She said I was gonna be abandoned. I fucking hate her.
AND I WILL MAKE YOU
I'm lonely...
CRUSH THE SHARD IN HIM
I'm going to a primary school and help educate them in sex and anatomy!
THE ONLY NICE PERSON
-Emily
IN YOUR LIFE!
Monday 8 October 2012
Hello! I'm Emily, Mitch's, or should I say sanity and INSANITY's 11 year old new sister!
Save him.
Don't be surprised I can use a blog, I did grow up with the technology generation, whenever my Daddy wasn't loving me. As in fucking me with his cock.
They want to crush him.
Surprised? Don't be. I'm The Wooden Princess's most favored and the Red Mother's most devoted, and if INSANITY is allowed to swear and be vulgar, so should I be able to!
Save me, someone.
I just wanted to say that INSANITY is a fucking dick weed for throwing me in his Rose Pit. If I didn't find them so romantic and sexual, I'd be unlucky since my blood only runs when I don't feel aroused. Disturbed that I so bluntly reveal my sexual pleasure? I can prove it to you! <3
I defy them quietly
Except if your old, or called David Grant. In fact, no, I won't pleasure anyone but those I am commanded.
Anywhere but here.
I only give service to those that my Mother and my Princess want me to! ^-^
Her strings and her blood.
I wish sanity would wake up so I can show him how much I love him! <3
I want to be anywhere but here
-Emily
Kill me.
Save him.
Don't be surprised I can use a blog, I did grow up with the technology generation, whenever my Daddy wasn't loving me. As in fucking me with his cock.
They want to crush him.
Surprised? Don't be. I'm The Wooden Princess's most favored and the Red Mother's most devoted, and if INSANITY is allowed to swear and be vulgar, so should I be able to!
Save me, someone.
I just wanted to say that INSANITY is a fucking dick weed for throwing me in his Rose Pit. If I didn't find them so romantic and sexual, I'd be unlucky since my blood only runs when I don't feel aroused. Disturbed that I so bluntly reveal my sexual pleasure? I can prove it to you! <3
I defy them quietly
Except if your old, or called David Grant. In fact, no, I won't pleasure anyone but those I am commanded.
Anywhere but here.
I only give service to those that my Mother and my Princess want me to! ^-^
Her strings and her blood.
I wish sanity would wake up so I can show him how much I love him! <3
I want to be anywhere but here
-Emily
Kill me.
Wednesday 3 October 2012
Bored.
It's boring.
sanity still slumbers.
Temptation hasn't been found yet.
Or at least news of him hasn't hit the Internet.
Young girl's has no idea what the hell happened to her.
I'm slowly going insane myself, mentally plunging into a darkness.
In the abyss of waiting, Emily got made into a Willing Doll and a Blood Vessel.
She may have fallen in love with sanity, or his body by now, or so judging from the amount of questions she asks about him and when he would wake up and "play with her" again. As if she has thoughts of play games, from her new choice of clothes to wear. If I weren't so inclined on being on good terms with my host, I'd have her wish she wore clothes normally. I mean, she complains needing his warmth... Maybe I should... "Cool" her off with an "Icy" climate change.
I'm tempted to leave. Just to walk into a rift and leave. I'm slowly becoming human and I need a good torture session. Hearing people's scream are musical, and since I can no longer jump bodies and drive human minds to break down, I should go prepare my torture vault or something, probably bleed people on roses again or something.
That reminds me, no one asked any fucking questions. I'll open it up to 15 questions. Anything from what the hell am I as a Dying Man piece to my opinions on Dimensional Bleeding.
I'm just bored waiting. The Vision has been visiting my dreams too. If I weren't damaged as a shard can get, I wouldn't even have to sleep and dream. Hopefully when I absorb enough shards I can be normal...
~INSANITY
sanity still slumbers.
Temptation hasn't been found yet.
Or at least news of him hasn't hit the Internet.
Young girl's has no idea what the hell happened to her.
I'm slowly going insane myself, mentally plunging into a darkness.
In the abyss of waiting, Emily got made into a Willing Doll and a Blood Vessel.
She may have fallen in love with sanity, or his body by now, or so judging from the amount of questions she asks about him and when he would wake up and "play with her" again. As if she has thoughts of play games, from her new choice of clothes to wear. If I weren't so inclined on being on good terms with my host, I'd have her wish she wore clothes normally. I mean, she complains needing his warmth... Maybe I should... "Cool" her off with an "Icy" climate change.
I'm tempted to leave. Just to walk into a rift and leave. I'm slowly becoming human and I need a good torture session. Hearing people's scream are musical, and since I can no longer jump bodies and drive human minds to break down, I should go prepare my torture vault or something, probably bleed people on roses again or something.
That reminds me, no one asked any fucking questions. I'll open it up to 15 questions. Anything from what the hell am I as a Dying Man piece to my opinions on Dimensional Bleeding.
I'm just bored waiting. The Vision has been visiting my dreams too. If I weren't damaged as a shard can get, I wouldn't even have to sleep and dream. Hopefully when I absorb enough shards I can be normal...
~INSANITY
Wednesday 26 September 2012
Absence Notice
sanity still hasn't gotten back to you but then again, Grotesque. Like, he hasn't woken up in ages and I'm just using his body for preparation for when ever we need to enter a rift. If our body isn't ready, we could well end up with our head on our back.
Anyway, that's why we haven't updated yet. Woodchip tried to get me to wake sanity up but he ain't budging from his mental sleep. Great.
I'm tired of being a plaything myself. I hate how I can't jump bodies and cause insanity, making my victims kill themselves. Commenting on blogs doesn't achieve that.
Actually. You know what? Fuck it. First three serious questions posted in as comments I will answer truthfully.
~INSANITY
Anyway, that's why we haven't updated yet. Woodchip tried to get me to wake sanity up but he ain't budging from his mental sleep. Great.
I'm tired of being a plaything myself. I hate how I can't jump bodies and cause insanity, making my victims kill themselves. Commenting on blogs doesn't achieve that.
Actually. You know what? Fuck it. First three serious questions posted in as comments I will answer truthfully.
~INSANITY
Friday 21 September 2012
My Regret
Reason I hate the amount of multi Fear proxies is that they are far more cocky then human and single fear proxies. To those fuck wits that emailed me when they heard the news that "The Top Bitch" was raped by two of Them, I will fucking end you all. Slowly.
The amount of them are fucking growing and I wish that I was not the only one to deal with Them personally while the others get away scot fucking free as They haunt the northern parts of the world in my world.
Some of them, I can deal with. All nests I can get on with and some dolls know what's it like to deal with others.
Aside from that, fuck you Hartel. I'll fucking give you water rape. I'LL FUCKING DROWN YOU WITH WATER WHILST I HAVE FUCKING INSECTS CRAWL INSIDE YOU!
~INSANITY
The amount of them are fucking growing and I wish that I was not the only one to deal with Them personally while the others get away scot fucking free as They haunt the northern parts of the world in my world.
Some of them, I can deal with. All nests I can get on with and some dolls know what's it like to deal with others.
Aside from that, fuck you Hartel. I'll fucking give you water rape. I'LL FUCKING DROWN YOU WITH WATER WHILST I HAVE FUCKING INSECTS CRAWL INSIDE YOU!
~INSANITY
Bloodied Gorgons Three
Today INSANITY wanted us to hunt down a Scarlet Marked he knew was harboring a dying man piece by the name of Temptation. Scarlet Marked were annoying, as I have a little bit of Huldra's blood in me that I cause them to get nose bleeds in my presence. It's worse when I'm near a female however, as they are suddenly attracted to me. Sometimes I forget about this and end up nearly raped. Thank fully, they kill each other off whilst in coitus with each other that I don't have to hit a girl. Since I can't save them, I'd at least not hurt one.
INSANITY though insisted we do this. Since I am not insane, clearly, he needs to feed off another piece once a month, roughly, to refrain from taking full control. I asked him why he wanted me alive still but he just said I was amusing. I think he doesn't want to have to deal with Mistral yelling at him all the time. ^_^
But yeah, the Scarlet Marked... The Blood Vessels... they were a bitch to fight off. As soon as I entered the clearing in a national park where they were doing their bloody orgie, the girls in various states of bloodied nudity tried to make their way to me and pleasure the part of Huldra in me. INSANITY clearly didn't think of this and took control, since I won't hurt a girl. Lucky for us, they were entangled with the men who ignored me.
However, the ones that did go for my body were the Blood Vessel/Gorgon Triplets. The Lamia clearly wasn't fussed that three of her own we being possessed by a freaky libido. My tomahawk was hidden inside my leather jacket and was in my hands within seconds. A gift from a friend of mine.
I must have been stretching my luck for as they grabbed my arm with the tomahawk, and they disarmed me. The tomahawk fell and nicked my arm as I was pushed towards it as it fell. From the cut issued forth a large murder of crows. They sent the Gorgon's back with surprise, but one was smart enough to take my tomahawk.
The annoying thing about these literal fucking proxies of Mistress Huldra is they get off to blood and it makes the Vessels more fucking annoying. I had to recall the birds and set them to storm control. While they did that, I used my strings to grab the Marked that INSANITY was pushing me to grab. As soon as I had him under my control how ever, the orgie stopped.
INSANITY and I were so fucking screwed if the events that happened next hadn't taken place.
A Instance of Master Newborn bulldozed into the clearing silently. How the fuck it dd that was no concern of mine until it assimilated the whole orgie, Gorgons included... and my tomahawk. INSANITY didn't care about the weapon though. He lost the piece he was after and he just alerted me to the fact that said piece is now in control of the now rogue instance. Fucking great.
The mass begun to shape itself into a scorpion like form. Big as a house, with countless faces of it's victims making it's head and trees and buildings used to give it shape, my eyes were on the tomahawk us was using as part of the claws. I followed it's decent as the Ruam finally were blasting it with lighting, and I quickly used my Gifts to steal back my tomahawk.
However the instance fled in a rift it created. I have no idea how it made a rift outside the Tower, but it concerns me.
I told the Masters, Mistresses and The Beasts as soon as I could, now every servant capable of surfing the net are watching blogs and news stations around the world and possible in other worlds, waiting for news on where is went.
I'm tasked with trying to bring it back if I can't destroy it. Being the only one able to go through the rifts at the moment, I have to go solo, for they won't risk sending me with instance of Master Newborn in case that one goes rogue too.
After a month and a bit of torture, this is pretty much a holiday for me, where I can get away with not killing people. INSANITY made do with a piece he knew about that he was watching in case he ever needed to absorb one, so that's taken care of. I'm practicing with pistols and a rail-gun like weapon that Master Newborn crafted for me to use on the Rogue Dying Man Newborn Instance.
It sort of looks like this but does not fire lava but bolts of something like plasma but that isn't possible, I think. I'll try and find out what it fires but it pretty much is a heavy duty multi tool, but I won't take pictures of it. After all, some of you Runners are lurking here and I am forbidden giving you any pictures that give you a better chance of survival. Words can be fake and no one will notice of faked well but pictures are another matter and frankly I suck as photoshop.
So yeah, if you have news on a rogue mass of Newborn that fucks up all the shit, alert me to it. The amount of trouble it fucking caused me...
Fucking fool is depressed. Emily was punished for sanity's failure. Fucking hell, his emotions are strong that I'm crying. Humans care too much, it's annoying.
Anyway, I hope I don't hate you when if I call by, because I don't need to deal with you and your shit whilst dealing with this. sanity not only witnessed Emily's rape but because we disrupted one of her orgies and pissed off the Snake of Corruption, both she and the Red Whore raped sanity himself. Fucking annoying having to deal with it, I'm glad none of them tried to mind rape him or I'll fucking step in and attack them all.
The Snake probably agreed because of Red Whore's influence and that she has on sanity's body. Woodchip and Nameless Bitch were watching, as were the others, and they looked like they wanted to join. I hate this. The others have more control, we are not equal. They should not just stand there lording over me, an equal. I've absorbed more pieces of my former self then the others. Soon, so fucking soon, I wish to absorb Red Whore's piece. So. Fucking. Soon.
I'll fucking show them why they shattered us in the first place.
And yes, I'm fucking pissed off. I'll be dealing with most of the jumping so if you see a young man in leather jacket and jeans with a white metal mask, fucking run away.
Now to fucking sit on here like a teenager on FaceBook.
~IN/sanity
P.S. The Wooden Mistress demands I write about the hike soon, so expect that before I go and explore the multiverse.
INSANITY though insisted we do this. Since I am not insane, clearly, he needs to feed off another piece once a month, roughly, to refrain from taking full control. I asked him why he wanted me alive still but he just said I was amusing. I think he doesn't want to have to deal with Mistral yelling at him all the time. ^_^
But yeah, the Scarlet Marked... The Blood Vessels... they were a bitch to fight off. As soon as I entered the clearing in a national park where they were doing their bloody orgie, the girls in various states of bloodied nudity tried to make their way to me and pleasure the part of Huldra in me. INSANITY clearly didn't think of this and took control, since I won't hurt a girl. Lucky for us, they were entangled with the men who ignored me.
However, the ones that did go for my body were the Blood Vessel/Gorgon Triplets. The Lamia clearly wasn't fussed that three of her own we being possessed by a freaky libido. My tomahawk was hidden inside my leather jacket and was in my hands within seconds. A gift from a friend of mine.
I must have been stretching my luck for as they grabbed my arm with the tomahawk, and they disarmed me. The tomahawk fell and nicked my arm as I was pushed towards it as it fell. From the cut issued forth a large murder of crows. They sent the Gorgon's back with surprise, but one was smart enough to take my tomahawk.
The annoying thing about these literal fucking proxies of Mistress Huldra is they get off to blood and it makes the Vessels more fucking annoying. I had to recall the birds and set them to storm control. While they did that, I used my strings to grab the Marked that INSANITY was pushing me to grab. As soon as I had him under my control how ever, the orgie stopped.
INSANITY and I were so fucking screwed if the events that happened next hadn't taken place.
A Instance of Master Newborn bulldozed into the clearing silently. How the fuck it dd that was no concern of mine until it assimilated the whole orgie, Gorgons included... and my tomahawk. INSANITY didn't care about the weapon though. He lost the piece he was after and he just alerted me to the fact that said piece is now in control of the now rogue instance. Fucking great.
The mass begun to shape itself into a scorpion like form. Big as a house, with countless faces of it's victims making it's head and trees and buildings used to give it shape, my eyes were on the tomahawk us was using as part of the claws. I followed it's decent as the Ruam finally were blasting it with lighting, and I quickly used my Gifts to steal back my tomahawk.
However the instance fled in a rift it created. I have no idea how it made a rift outside the Tower, but it concerns me.
I told the Masters, Mistresses and The Beasts as soon as I could, now every servant capable of surfing the net are watching blogs and news stations around the world and possible in other worlds, waiting for news on where is went.
I'm tasked with trying to bring it back if I can't destroy it. Being the only one able to go through the rifts at the moment, I have to go solo, for they won't risk sending me with instance of Master Newborn in case that one goes rogue too.
After a month and a bit of torture, this is pretty much a holiday for me, where I can get away with not killing people. INSANITY made do with a piece he knew about that he was watching in case he ever needed to absorb one, so that's taken care of. I'm practicing with pistols and a rail-gun like weapon that Master Newborn crafted for me to use on the Rogue Dying Man Newborn Instance.
It sort of looks like this but does not fire lava but bolts of something like plasma but that isn't possible, I think. I'll try and find out what it fires but it pretty much is a heavy duty multi tool, but I won't take pictures of it. After all, some of you Runners are lurking here and I am forbidden giving you any pictures that give you a better chance of survival. Words can be fake and no one will notice of faked well but pictures are another matter and frankly I suck as photoshop.
So yeah, if you have news on a rogue mass of Newborn that fucks up all the shit, alert me to it. The amount of trouble it fucking caused me...
Fucking fool is depressed. Emily was punished for sanity's failure. Fucking hell, his emotions are strong that I'm crying. Humans care too much, it's annoying.
Anyway, I hope I don't hate you when if I call by, because I don't need to deal with you and your shit whilst dealing with this. sanity not only witnessed Emily's rape but because we disrupted one of her orgies and pissed off the Snake of Corruption, both she and the Red Whore raped sanity himself. Fucking annoying having to deal with it, I'm glad none of them tried to mind rape him or I'll fucking step in and attack them all.
The Snake probably agreed because of Red Whore's influence and that she has on sanity's body. Woodchip and Nameless Bitch were watching, as were the others, and they looked like they wanted to join. I hate this. The others have more control, we are not equal. They should not just stand there lording over me, an equal. I've absorbed more pieces of my former self then the others. Soon, so fucking soon, I wish to absorb Red Whore's piece. So. Fucking. Soon.
I'll fucking show them why they shattered us in the first place.
And yes, I'm fucking pissed off. I'll be dealing with most of the jumping so if you see a young man in leather jacket and jeans with a white metal mask, fucking run away.
Now to fucking sit on here like a teenager on FaceBook.
~IN/sanity
P.S. The Wooden Mistress demands I write about the hike soon, so expect that before I go and explore the multiverse.
Wednesday 19 September 2012
INSANITY's Message
The past posts that came up today were all scheduled if you're too lazy to read the comments from that last post when sanity was Mitch King. This one I write now since sanity just went to sleep so I took control and thus am here. It's weird how alike and how opposite we are. More on that later.
Anyway, the little girl is called Emily and since she reminds sanity of his little sister that was kidnapped when he was ten, I decided that I will make sure nothing happens to her if sanity can't do anything. His strong emotions can bleed into mine and depression is such a downer. I work best when insane, after all. I have to make him insane to be powerful.
But of course, sanity was stronger than expect. I'm a dying man piece, the Insanity piece.
Before I explain more about myself and how I am bound to sanity, as you humans are bound to crave to know about, be warned that I can travel, with the Newborn's permission, into another universe within the multiverse connected to his realm. Assimilation and implantation of the technology he has acquired made him able to connect and open rips to them at will. However, his servants and none of the other proxy types could use the rips other than instances of the Newborn himself.
Don't piss me off. I can use those rifts.
Now where was I...
That's where I came in. Out of the many pieces that are present in the world, I was the only one willing to enter the rip, but due to trials and tests from before, going on my own was deadly. We had to gather most of Us together, find a random host for me, and next thing we know, Mitch was with his friends. We did our thing, got him on his own and influenced him as I jumped bodies.
The Wooden Girl
Cold Boy
Slender Man
Blind Man
Black Dog
Convocation
The Intrusion
The Rake
EAT
The Plague Doctor
The Smiling Man
The Choir
Archangel
Myself
The Newborn
The Red Cap (YOUR NOT MY REAL MUM! I always wanted to say that.)
Unnamed Child
Nightlanders
The list of Fears present when we empowered his body. The Slender Man and his unknown powers were the channel in which we all pushed through our power into. We, sanity and I, can use a small amount of the powers of the others. I won't reveal my powers in whole though. Runners will be watching me.
He was test number thirty five. And he doesn't go all funny when using rifts. Good enough for us, another piece is being tested on for our partner. Because EAT want's more tests done just in case.
I serve all these Fears. Be careful of what you say about me.
Now, hopefully anyone who reads this doesn't try and piss me off and let me piss people off on blogs!
And I purposefully left the story as untold as possible. sanity's story is something he want's to write himself.
~INSANITY
P.S. almost forgot. The first mission we had to do today. Some runner was trying to leave Brisbane via plane and fly to the States. Don't remember who from. Either way, sanity and his tomahawk along with Woodchips strings make an interesting style of fighting.
"But I thought he was the white side of the coin!"
Yeah well, when he found out the runner was child molester, he went in a frenzy. I like the guy more than when I meet him. Hell, he has a tomahawk despite it being illegal here in Australia.
That's right Runners and Fighters. We find out you were naughty, you will wish the Pooch was after you!
Anyway, better leave it at that... Going to watch some anime. Apparently, Japan gives people awesome ideas for fights and torture in them and what better way to kill people than what you watch on telly?
Anyway, the little girl is called Emily and since she reminds sanity of his little sister that was kidnapped when he was ten, I decided that I will make sure nothing happens to her if sanity can't do anything. His strong emotions can bleed into mine and depression is such a downer. I work best when insane, after all. I have to make him insane to be powerful.
But of course, sanity was stronger than expect. I'm a dying man piece, the Insanity piece.
Before I explain more about myself and how I am bound to sanity, as you humans are bound to crave to know about, be warned that I can travel, with the Newborn's permission, into another universe within the multiverse connected to his realm. Assimilation and implantation of the technology he has acquired made him able to connect and open rips to them at will. However, his servants and none of the other proxy types could use the rips other than instances of the Newborn himself.
Don't piss me off. I can use those rifts.
Now where was I...
That's where I came in. Out of the many pieces that are present in the world, I was the only one willing to enter the rip, but due to trials and tests from before, going on my own was deadly. We had to gather most of Us together, find a random host for me, and next thing we know, Mitch was with his friends. We did our thing, got him on his own and influenced him as I jumped bodies.
The Wooden Girl
Cold Boy
Slender Man
Blind Man
Black Dog
Convocation
The Intrusion
The Rake
EAT
The Plague Doctor
The Smiling Man
The Choir
Archangel
Myself
The Newborn
The Red Cap (YOUR NOT MY REAL MUM! I always wanted to say that.)
Unnamed Child
Nightlanders
The list of Fears present when we empowered his body. The Slender Man and his unknown powers were the channel in which we all pushed through our power into. We, sanity and I, can use a small amount of the powers of the others. I won't reveal my powers in whole though. Runners will be watching me.
He was test number thirty five. And he doesn't go all funny when using rifts. Good enough for us, another piece is being tested on for our partner. Because EAT want's more tests done just in case.
I serve all these Fears. Be careful of what you say about me.
Now, hopefully anyone who reads this doesn't try and piss me off and let me piss people off on blogs!
And I purposefully left the story as untold as possible. sanity's story is something he want's to write himself.
~INSANITY
P.S. almost forgot. The first mission we had to do today. Some runner was trying to leave Brisbane via plane and fly to the States. Don't remember who from. Either way, sanity and his tomahawk along with Woodchips strings make an interesting style of fighting.
"But I thought he was the white side of the coin!"
Yeah well, when he found out the runner was child molester, he went in a frenzy. I like the guy more than when I meet him. Hell, he has a tomahawk despite it being illegal here in Australia.
That's right Runners and Fighters. We find out you were naughty, you will wish the Pooch was after you!
Anyway, better leave it at that... Going to watch some anime. Apparently, Japan gives people awesome ideas for fights and torture in them and what better way to kill people than what you watch on telly?
My mission.
The little girl that was a Puppet before? She passed out from the things The Wooden Mistress made her do. She woke up now and came to me and gave me a piece of paper before going to the couch in the living room and is now sitting there looking at the screen. From time to time she will look at me and then look away when she thinks I might notice. She was innocent before this. Like me.
The note she gave me was a message
"make sure to read
the archive
the most dangerous game
channel fear
be wary
they will help you understand
keep the girl, she is yours"
No idea who sent it to me, but I guess I should do as I am commanded.
~sanity
Okay, just checked out this post and the list... would have helped if they told me sooner. As you sleep, sanity, I go on the internet insulting people... okay, that was a recent thing but it beats looking at your porn. Why the hell do you have rule34 on fairies, I don't even know.
But I can list some of the blogs I found looking up random keywords in Google. I love how Newborn Master not only opens the Internet to access all the verses in the world to be connected but gave us a good Internet connection. Brutality on the Internet and this BDSM stuff give me pretty good torture ideas when we can go on jobs.
So far, I've been looking at these blogs.
Evolve or Die - Some blog shared with some guy who has the hots for some girl and the girl is too shy to admit wanting his dick. They suck at their job, and one of them ended up in that Dogscape place. Wish they both did so I can beg The Newborn Master to close that realm's rip and let them die. I think the bimbo want's sanity because he is human. Why else would they know his birthday? Oh, and yeah, I hate them for no reason other than they make great targets. They are soooo easy to piss off, see. But sanity seems fine with them. So they hate me but like the him, and we share the same body.
Since I mentioned Dogscape, I guess, against my better judgement, to mention Scape. Didn't want to mention it because the guy Scape, who I only decided to follow because that Grant guy from Evolve left a comment but in a post, I see our now collective name, Mask of Insanity. The name we both use to refer to us, sanity and I. I am totally not creeped out by that Mistral chick. No. Not at all. Never. sanity is still going to deal with that blog though. Because.... ummm... He likes her. Because I said he does. Ignore the comment on one of the posts on here where she makes me feel sane.
Another blog that Grant guy and the Jess chick, his wank aid, commented on is about a Servant that I like, Rising From The Ashes. He seems like a fun guy I can happily go on a massacre with. Unless sanity tries to ruin my fun. I should get around to mention that his Nest of birdies referring to a certain nest of great badassness that I look up to have sanity achieve.
No Cowards is some blog about three runners I managed to stumble across via comments on Evolve or Die. I'm slowly making my way around the fearblogs now. I can't choose whether I want to get them killed or help them or what ever. However, they mention The Vision. I hate Nosight. She told me I would find love. I swear she hated me before I hated her.
sanity posted on a blog called Wandering from Death. Since he seemed interesting, sanity want's to help him. I honestly wish the kid would die via Magpie. Magpie seems like another proxy who I wouldn't mind killing, torturing and break Runners with.
Now, two blogs I like to mention that I am reading, and sanity too. Pyre for the Heart and Symphonies of Blinding Light. Interesting shit is going down on them. I just hate comment moderation. Gives them the choice to deny my voice, and Vinny already ignores me mostly. Sarah too, but she listens to sanity, so I might have a chance to cause her to slip.
We have other blogs to read, and four more to add to it. And they have many posts as well. I want to watch anime now. This Bleach show has interesting styles of fighting that I might borrow.
~INSANITY
~sanity
Okay, just checked out this post and the list... would have helped if they told me sooner. As you sleep, sanity, I go on the internet insulting people... okay, that was a recent thing but it beats looking at your porn. Why the hell do you have rule34 on fairies, I don't even know.
But I can list some of the blogs I found looking up random keywords in Google. I love how Newborn Master not only opens the Internet to access all the verses in the world to be connected but gave us a good Internet connection. Brutality on the Internet and this BDSM stuff give me pretty good torture ideas when we can go on jobs.
So far, I've been looking at these blogs.
Evolve or Die - Some blog shared with some guy who has the hots for some girl and the girl is too shy to admit wanting his dick. They suck at their job, and one of them ended up in that Dogscape place. Wish they both did so I can beg The Newborn Master to close that realm's rip and let them die. I think the bimbo want's sanity because he is human. Why else would they know his birthday? Oh, and yeah, I hate them for no reason other than they make great targets. They are soooo easy to piss off, see. But sanity seems fine with them. So they hate me but like the him, and we share the same body.
Since I mentioned Dogscape, I guess, against my better judgement, to mention Scape. Didn't want to mention it because the guy Scape, who I only decided to follow because that Grant guy from Evolve left a comment but in a post, I see our now collective name, Mask of Insanity. The name we both use to refer to us, sanity and I. I am totally not creeped out by that Mistral chick. No. Not at all. Never. sanity is still going to deal with that blog though. Because.... ummm... He likes her. Because I said he does. Ignore the comment on one of the posts on here where she makes me feel sane.
Another blog that Grant guy and the Jess chick, his wank aid, commented on is about a Servant that I like, Rising From The Ashes. He seems like a fun guy I can happily go on a massacre with. Unless sanity tries to ruin my fun. I should get around to mention that his Nest of birdies referring to a certain nest of great badassness that I look up to have sanity achieve.
No Cowards is some blog about three runners I managed to stumble across via comments on Evolve or Die. I'm slowly making my way around the fearblogs now. I can't choose whether I want to get them killed or help them or what ever. However, they mention The Vision. I hate Nosight. She told me I would find love. I swear she hated me before I hated her.
sanity posted on a blog called Wandering from Death. Since he seemed interesting, sanity want's to help him. I honestly wish the kid would die via Magpie. Magpie seems like another proxy who I wouldn't mind killing, torturing and break Runners with.
Now, two blogs I like to mention that I am reading, and sanity too. Pyre for the Heart and Symphonies of Blinding Light. Interesting shit is going down on them. I just hate comment moderation. Gives them the choice to deny my voice, and Vinny already ignores me mostly. Sarah too, but she listens to sanity, so I might have a chance to cause her to slip.
We have other blogs to read, and four more to add to it. And they have many posts as well. I want to watch anime now. This Bleach show has interesting styles of fighting that I might borrow.
~INSANITY
I'm not Human
I noticed that I had other voices in my head. I asked INSANITY a question in my mind and he confirmed I am part Nest.
What else am I?
~sanity
Tsk tsk tsk. You forget to mention Insane and pampered by the Masters and the Mistresses and spared by the Beasts.
That and You have myself, some Ink, some Red Cap Blood and other stuff in your body.
~INSANITY
What else am I?
~sanity
Tsk tsk tsk. You forget to mention Insane and pampered by the Masters and the Mistresses and spared by the Beasts.
That and You have myself, some Ink, some Red Cap Blood and other stuff in your body.
~INSANITY
Mistress
The Wooden Mistress came to me just after I scheduled the last post. I'm keeping them to the time I wrote them when I wrote them, but they follow the post order. This post was from the 14th of the 9th. Five days before posting is allowed from said Mistress.
Anyway, Her strings were to a poor little girl. She reminded me of my sister before she was taken.
Mistress made her do things. I was told to watch or the girl died. She made her burn herself, cut her legs carefully to avoid bleeding too much and made her reenact some of the abuse she suffered by her father. I was being tested. I had to watch all of this and not save the girl. I was a coward, in my opinion. But I have been reading, learning. I even listened to INSANITY as he help bring me to date. He said blogs would help me understand. I knew what happened to those that failed to understand those they serve.
This is all so tormenting. She does this every day, to torment me or to test me. I have a vague idea it's both and just because she can. She reminds me every time that I'm not the ones with the strings, so I should be grateful. I take the hint and watch. She has done this with women and girls, men and boys, even old people whose limbs are to stiff and snap performing her acts. And they do so with no control, crying at me, cursing me, demanding me why they are suffering while I watch in silence. She even made me pull the strings sometimes. Makes me do thing with children that I never wanted to see.
Do you know how much a girl cries when you make her brother bite at her hand slowly? It tore at my heart and I nearly got myself stringed if INSANITY hadn't held me back from rushing to them.
This time she offered me the girl to do what I will with her, hinting that the girl wouldn't be new to it, as we just saw. I refused to and went back to reading, trying to understand what world I am now thrown into. She decided to leave the girl in my care...
Oh, and Mistress is mute but she can talk to me through her strings. Much like those string and cup phones. It's why I'm hated by her toys. They think I do this willingly despite my appearance. Like I'm the mask of the Insane guy, not the other way round.
Someone give me reason to rebel. I'm dominated by these things and I can't understand why I was picked out. I was reading some of your blogs. You say you have to be aware of them to attract their attention. WHY AM I CHOSEN?!
~sanity
sanity, why you be so boring? You were chosen to be the Host of me, the Gift. Accept it and move on, ass hat.
Oh, and I only saved you because I hate Woodchip.
Also, rebel against the others? Sure. Rebel agasint me? HAH!
~INSANITY
Anyway, Her strings were to a poor little girl. She reminded me of my sister before she was taken.
Mistress made her do things. I was told to watch or the girl died. She made her burn herself, cut her legs carefully to avoid bleeding too much and made her reenact some of the abuse she suffered by her father. I was being tested. I had to watch all of this and not save the girl. I was a coward, in my opinion. But I have been reading, learning. I even listened to INSANITY as he help bring me to date. He said blogs would help me understand. I knew what happened to those that failed to understand those they serve.
This is all so tormenting. She does this every day, to torment me or to test me. I have a vague idea it's both and just because she can. She reminds me every time that I'm not the ones with the strings, so I should be grateful. I take the hint and watch. She has done this with women and girls, men and boys, even old people whose limbs are to stiff and snap performing her acts. And they do so with no control, crying at me, cursing me, demanding me why they are suffering while I watch in silence. She even made me pull the strings sometimes. Makes me do thing with children that I never wanted to see.
Do you know how much a girl cries when you make her brother bite at her hand slowly? It tore at my heart and I nearly got myself stringed if INSANITY hadn't held me back from rushing to them.
This time she offered me the girl to do what I will with her, hinting that the girl wouldn't be new to it, as we just saw. I refused to and went back to reading, trying to understand what world I am now thrown into. She decided to leave the girl in my care...
Oh, and Mistress is mute but she can talk to me through her strings. Much like those string and cup phones. It's why I'm hated by her toys. They think I do this willingly despite my appearance. Like I'm the mask of the Insane guy, not the other way round.
Someone give me reason to rebel. I'm dominated by these things and I can't understand why I was picked out. I was reading some of your blogs. You say you have to be aware of them to attract their attention. WHY AM I CHOSEN?!
~sanity
sanity, why you be so boring? You were chosen to be the Host of me, the Gift. Accept it and move on, ass hat.
Oh, and I only saved you because I hate Woodchip.
Also, rebel against the others? Sure. Rebel agasint me? HAH!
~INSANITY
What am I?
What the Hell am I now? I'm not a servant to one of the Masters, Mistresses or the Beasts, but a servent to most of them. A wooden girl, a frosty boy, a tall gentleman, a blind man, a dog, some birds, some insects within a women, a beast, a human hivemind, a plague doctor, a man with a too wide a smile, a blur in my perception, a man with faces of the dead, a man with the face of death, an assimilating newborn , a women in red, a little girl of no name and shadows of humanity.
The Wooden Mistress
Mister Frost
Master Tall
Master Blind
Barghest
Raum
Jorogumo
Kobold
Naiad and her people
Master Plague
Master Smiles
Master Poltergeist
Master Dullahan
Master Death
The Newborn Master
Mistress Huldra
Mistress Without Name
The Shadow People
This is what I call them. Theses are who I serve.
Is this why I am insane? Is this why I am being tested every day for a month since the hike?
~sanity
You know what should worry you more? NO ONE CAN HELP YOU BUT ME AND THEM!
~INSANITY
The Wooden Mistress
Mister Frost
Master Tall
Master Blind
Barghest
Raum
Jorogumo
Kobold
Naiad and her people
Master Plague
Master Smiles
Master Poltergeist
Master Dullahan
Master Death
The Newborn Master
Mistress Huldra
Mistress Without Name
The Shadow People
This is what I call them. Theses are who I serve.
Is this why I am insane? Is this why I am being tested every day for a month since the hike?
~sanity
You know what should worry you more? NO ONE CAN HELP YOU BUT ME AND THEM!
~INSANITY
My Sanity is All Gone Save This Mask
Curse INSANITY. I fall asleep and I wake up at the computer with the mask fallen on my keyboard. He has to get up and get into mischief... My head hurts from him. Least my body is rested, somehow.
I'll explain what the fuck is wrong with me later, but I have a split personality now, and if he goes to take control if MY body, I end up wearing a mask. Just because it's the idea behind my username. Sadly, when I am asleep, he somehow has control of me anyway. I AM a Fear, after all.
INSANITY is what I call the persona, since that's the side of me he represents. You can call me sanity then, since my name means nothing now. Mitch King is dead now. Also, the whole INSANITY and sanity thing is him being an asshole. I want to say INSANITY but as you can see, I can't call him that. And the sanity thing is my own play to counter him.
He tries to spread discord while I try and be helpful. Like a coin, we never are on the edge but are one side or the other. Doesn't mean we can't be both, of course. Another example is the Black, White and Gray. I'm white, him black, but we might mix to be gray.
I'm in an empty city. The Empty City, numbnuts.
I'm reading up on some blogs. I thought it was an ARG once, when I saw them looking for some story a friend of mine wrote, The Black Noon is Built for Two. I can tell that some of them are really just ARG's and blog stories, but I can also tell that some actually happened, are real. How? I have no fucking clue, I have a split personality that's held together by a fucking mask and I serve entities that toy me. No, because I fucking can tell. You being able to tell is a boon, since it saves me doing all the reading.
This is NOT what I signed for when I went on... the hike... that ruined it all. You were after Sophie.
I'll talk about the hike later. I can't yet. Maybe Insanity will, but he will twist it. Someone, please, help me. Yeah, help him go insane so I can keep in control.
I need help to cope with what I am. A servant to many of Them. More than I thought you guys said one would serve. Help me.
Please.
Not like we like sharing you know. As a Dying Man piece, I kinda wanted to kill you slowly and drive you insane.
I have to go, I need sleep. My body still hurts from where Barghest mauled me because I tried to fight.
~sanity
Man, sanity is a downer. I'm INSANITY! Here to make your days brighter if you like me, or hell if you don't. I'm like the cooler side of this coin, with sanity being the sissy. I am unpredictable. He is. However, we are powerful. But sanity will most likely talk about it himself and botch the details, so I will go over them later. If I did it myself, he will think I made it up.
Touchy and paranoid, isn't he?
Also, Black Dog had every right. Did you know that sanity pulled out a fucking tomahawk and tried to fight us off? Ballsy. I like him for that, honestly.
I'll explain what the fuck is wrong with me later, but I have a split personality now, and if he goes to take control if MY body, I end up wearing a mask. Just because it's the idea behind my username. Sadly, when I am asleep, he somehow has control of me anyway. I AM a Fear, after all.
INSANITY is what I call the persona, since that's the side of me he represents. You can call me sanity then, since my name means nothing now. Mitch King is dead now. Also, the whole INSANITY and sanity thing is him being an asshole. I want to say INSANITY but as you can see, I can't call him that. And the sanity thing is my own play to counter him.
He tries to spread discord while I try and be helpful. Like a coin, we never are on the edge but are one side or the other. Doesn't mean we can't be both, of course. Another example is the Black, White and Gray. I'm white, him black, but we might mix to be gray.
I'm in an empty city. The Empty City, numbnuts.
I'm reading up on some blogs. I thought it was an ARG once, when I saw them looking for some story a friend of mine wrote, The Black Noon is Built for Two. I can tell that some of them are really just ARG's and blog stories, but I can also tell that some actually happened, are real. How? I have no fucking clue, I have a split personality that's held together by a fucking mask and I serve entities that toy me. No, because I fucking can tell. You being able to tell is a boon, since it saves me doing all the reading.
This is NOT what I signed for when I went on... the hike... that ruined it all. You were after Sophie.
I'll talk about the hike later. I can't yet. Maybe Insanity will, but he will twist it. Someone, please, help me. Yeah, help him go insane so I can keep in control.
I need help to cope with what I am. A servant to many of Them. More than I thought you guys said one would serve. Help me.
Please.
Not like we like sharing you know. As a Dying Man piece, I kinda wanted to kill you slowly and drive you insane.
I have to go, I need sleep. My body still hurts from where Barghest mauled me because I tried to fight.
~sanity
Man, sanity is a downer. I'm INSANITY! Here to make your days brighter if you like me, or hell if you don't. I'm like the cooler side of this coin, with sanity being the sissy. I am unpredictable. He is. However, we are powerful. But sanity will most likely talk about it himself and botch the details, so I will go over them later. If I did it myself, he will think I made it up.
Touchy and paranoid, isn't he?
Also, Black Dog had every right. Did you know that sanity pulled out a fucking tomahawk and tried to fight us off? Ballsy. I like him for that, honestly.
One Month Spent Insane
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm not sane but I am.
I'm back. Missed me internet? I've been busy serving Masters, Mistresses and the Beasts. Dammit... dd not want to say that but sanity seems to be making me do it... he's a fast learner.
Anywho, I hope to meet some of you!
I am going to pleasure myself with your screams! Hopefully I, INSANITY, can serve in this country with the other Masters, Mistresses and Beasts! I am eager to please and meet their expectations! Otherwise... Well... it's hard to get people to kill themselves over the internet if they remove's sanity's fingers...
~INSANITY
Thursday 9 August 2012
Beezlebub Flies
So far, my Psychology rant blog is more about petty things, but this is weird and as don't have another blog, I'll just have to use this one.
Today, on my way from Uni, I was at the local park to get some fresh air before I pushed myself into the long drive to Fountain Gate and buy myself three dozen Krispy Kreme donuts. When suddenly, the sound of what was like a thousand flying insects was in my hearing. Next thing, the sky was covered in a massive swarm of many different flying insects, though many of which were Flies. What irked me was that I just had to read a friend's notes on Beezlebub, the Lord of Flies. Am I jumping to conclusions or am I just overworked and misinterpreting something?
Another thing that's plaguing my mind is that when I opened my donuts when I got home, on the underside of the lid of the boxes where the clear plastic doesn't let you see, were roaches. I got everyone of the bastards and have stocked up on pesticides and pretty much made my dorm a gas mask zone. Hopefully, if any bugs are in my room, they are dead. Now I have a fear of bugs and insects that are in a group but I think I can handle single ones on their own.
Too many coincidences.
Too many fucking bugs.
This blog is now about how much I hate the fuckers that I am swearing. I always try and avoid using swear words but I'm pissed off and scared at the same time about some god damned bugs. Wearing my boots all day till Monday and I hope I won't need them at night and afterwards.
Well, since this blog IS about my views on sanity, I'll whip up a poem for any readers other then the one I have.
This is: The Man of Death
There stood on the hilltop,
set against the sky so high,
aloof the night sky.
He stares down on man,
his face so blank,
and his mouth open wide.
He makes us stop,
he watches us die,
despite having no eyes to cry.
His blank stare rend,
the souls so weak,
as many men died.
Today, on my way from Uni, I was at the local park to get some fresh air before I pushed myself into the long drive to Fountain Gate and buy myself three dozen Krispy Kreme donuts. When suddenly, the sound of what was like a thousand flying insects was in my hearing. Next thing, the sky was covered in a massive swarm of many different flying insects, though many of which were Flies. What irked me was that I just had to read a friend's notes on Beezlebub, the Lord of Flies. Am I jumping to conclusions or am I just overworked and misinterpreting something?
Another thing that's plaguing my mind is that when I opened my donuts when I got home, on the underside of the lid of the boxes where the clear plastic doesn't let you see, were roaches. I got everyone of the bastards and have stocked up on pesticides and pretty much made my dorm a gas mask zone. Hopefully, if any bugs are in my room, they are dead. Now I have a fear of bugs and insects that are in a group but I think I can handle single ones on their own.
Too many coincidences.
Too many fucking bugs.
This blog is now about how much I hate the fuckers that I am swearing. I always try and avoid using swear words but I'm pissed off and scared at the same time about some god damned bugs. Wearing my boots all day till Monday and I hope I won't need them at night and afterwards.
Well, since this blog IS about my views on sanity, I'll whip up a poem for any readers other then the one I have.
This is: The Man of Death
There stood on the hilltop,
set against the sky so high,
aloof the night sky.
He stares down on man,
his face so blank,
and his mouth open wide.
He makes us stop,
he watches us die,
despite having no eyes to cry.
His blank stare rend,
the souls so weak,
as many men died.
Wednesday 8 August 2012
Camp this weekend!
Blargh, I'm an overworked, scrawny Aussie 19yo who needs to escape from Uni. BRING ON THE HIKE!
While I am here, blogging away, I would like to showcase my prize! See, we had this comp at Uni where we had to write a mock poem on an emotion. Here was the winning entry, which I lovely titled Misery.
I cried like a baby,
A baby with no love,
for it was crazy,
but I called you maybe,
and it was to hear you scream,
"OH MY GOD JOHN! YES!"
John was my friend,
and so my mind was rend,
who the hell did I ring?
It was right,
the numbers are all there,
oh god what have I done?
I'mma cry like a baby,
and sink into this misery.
I have no idea who the hell else entered but I got myself a Pandora console! So yeah, I have set it up to work with my mobile broadband and I have just received my extra batteries so I can keep blogging now as I "take notes" on the Pandora!
I'll even write posts on what I am doing on the hike because I am pretty stocked about this gizmo! Haha, I'll need eyes on my forehead to make sure I am walking the write path as I post updates!
Well, now the excitement has blown over, I'll just leave since I have nothing rant related. Normally, I have one ready on my tongue but haven't had any thing to say about it, strangely. Everyone thinks I've "shut myself out because [I] just realized that I am a freak". Meh, haters gonna hate and all that jazz.
Masked, signing out to get some hike food. I smell pasta and more pasta!
While I am here, blogging away, I would like to showcase my prize! See, we had this comp at Uni where we had to write a mock poem on an emotion. Here was the winning entry, which I lovely titled Misery.
I cried like a baby,
A baby with no love,
for it was crazy,
but I called you maybe,
and it was to hear you scream,
"OH MY GOD JOHN! YES!"
John was my friend,
and so my mind was rend,
who the hell did I ring?
It was right,
the numbers are all there,
oh god what have I done?
I'mma cry like a baby,
and sink into this misery.
I have no idea who the hell else entered but I got myself a Pandora console! So yeah, I have set it up to work with my mobile broadband and I have just received my extra batteries so I can keep blogging now as I "take notes" on the Pandora!
I'll even write posts on what I am doing on the hike because I am pretty stocked about this gizmo! Haha, I'll need eyes on my forehead to make sure I am walking the write path as I post updates!
Well, now the excitement has blown over, I'll just leave since I have nothing rant related. Normally, I have one ready on my tongue but haven't had any thing to say about it, strangely. Everyone thinks I've "shut myself out because [I] just realized that I am a freak". Meh, haters gonna hate and all that jazz.
Masked, signing out to get some hike food. I smell pasta and more pasta!
Monday 30 July 2012
Campus is gay.
Australian school systems suck at times. The entire school lost internet access for a weekish and now it's back up. Annndddd now it's in the middle of the testing period for me to get things done ASAP so I can be ahead of everyone in my Internet Dependant classes since I hadn't started prior to Internet dying. Sadly, no rants yet, or poetry related to it for that matter.
Sorry to not live up to this blogs expectationsm, my invisible readers. But I also am kinda sick which means I have to be careful on how I study so I don't blank out during classes. If I don't watch myself, I might not get out of the room in time to avoid vomiting on anyone. I have had this sickness before, with doctors trying to prescribe so many different drugs to me I gave up on them and decided to man it out. It happens around this time, so I kinda try and get everything done before hand so I don't have to push myself. But yeah, Internet sucks.
Oh well, I'll work on a rant if I can stop blanking out and get some work done. I'll update you all Wednesday or Thursday.
Don't go to Uni. It sucks
Sorry to not live up to this blogs expectationsm, my invisible readers. But I also am kinda sick which means I have to be careful on how I study so I don't blank out during classes. If I don't watch myself, I might not get out of the room in time to avoid vomiting on anyone. I have had this sickness before, with doctors trying to prescribe so many different drugs to me I gave up on them and decided to man it out. It happens around this time, so I kinda try and get everything done before hand so I don't have to push myself. But yeah, Internet sucks.
Oh well, I'll work on a rant if I can stop blanking out and get some work done. I'll update you all Wednesday or Thursday.
Don't go to Uni. It sucks
Thursday 26 July 2012
A hike!
So, like, as I have said before, this blog is for my rants on my views. So when I am going to say with much excitement that I am going on a school hike, most readers would say "What the hell, how is this relevant?"
Three fact about me that I will share,
A) I have a knack at being injured by the smallest things, like accidentally punching my desk. (Result was splitting all the skin on my knuckles.)
B)I love nature despite my needy love for technology.
C) These two things, coupled with a whole weekend with 7 other students, 3 boys and 4 girls, hiking the Cathedral Ranges in Victoria, will certainly mean I will have motivation for a good ol' rant! Not to mention Jason, Ricko and Grady are my good mates and know about the first fact mentioned, are excited to see what happens to me this hike!
Last hike, we were at Wilsom's Prom, at the southern most point of the Australian mainland. Wind was strong enough to blow even Ricko who is heavy. As the skinny, weedy kid, I was blown backwards more than the others and nearly went over the cliff and into the rocks in the water below. Twas what got me into the whole Life and Death, Sane and Insane sort of theories.
The girls, for those that wonder if something is going on between them and us boys, are unknown to me. I was even surprised their were girls interested to be honest, as the dates clashed with a dance party where guys had to invite a girl to be their partner for it. Us four guys dislike such parties and with the help of Mr. Fuller, got a hike organized to help promote independence. Mr. Fuller was going to camp it out in the caravan he will be taking with us with his 4WD, what ever model he has these days, so that he can stay within reception for his phone should he need to contact us on the two-way, such as someone family member being sick or such, and to also get an ambulance down to us in case we radio him with an injury.
Mr. Fuller is a great teacher, and as an offhand joke gave me bungee rope to tie myself and my pack and tie the other end to the tent in case I sleep walk out of the camp site and get killed. If anyone else gave me one and told me why they were giving it to me, I'd hit them or drive them insane, but Mr. Fuller gets a box of Krespy Kremes. The guy is a legend to us kids in Uni.
But yes, expect me to either have a near death experience, nearly murdered for driving the others insane with my rants or both. Either way, I will return alive somehow and tell you my experiences. The hike shall be on the 17th of August, so hopefully I can get some rants in before than. My excitement for the hike however my stop me from having a good rant ready how ever, so we shall see.
Three fact about me that I will share,
A) I have a knack at being injured by the smallest things, like accidentally punching my desk. (Result was splitting all the skin on my knuckles.)
B)I love nature despite my needy love for technology.
C) These two things, coupled with a whole weekend with 7 other students, 3 boys and 4 girls, hiking the Cathedral Ranges in Victoria, will certainly mean I will have motivation for a good ol' rant! Not to mention Jason, Ricko and Grady are my good mates and know about the first fact mentioned, are excited to see what happens to me this hike!
Last hike, we were at Wilsom's Prom, at the southern most point of the Australian mainland. Wind was strong enough to blow even Ricko who is heavy. As the skinny, weedy kid, I was blown backwards more than the others and nearly went over the cliff and into the rocks in the water below. Twas what got me into the whole Life and Death, Sane and Insane sort of theories.
The girls, for those that wonder if something is going on between them and us boys, are unknown to me. I was even surprised their were girls interested to be honest, as the dates clashed with a dance party where guys had to invite a girl to be their partner for it. Us four guys dislike such parties and with the help of Mr. Fuller, got a hike organized to help promote independence. Mr. Fuller was going to camp it out in the caravan he will be taking with us with his 4WD, what ever model he has these days, so that he can stay within reception for his phone should he need to contact us on the two-way, such as someone family member being sick or such, and to also get an ambulance down to us in case we radio him with an injury.
Mr. Fuller is a great teacher, and as an offhand joke gave me bungee rope to tie myself and my pack and tie the other end to the tent in case I sleep walk out of the camp site and get killed. If anyone else gave me one and told me why they were giving it to me, I'd hit them or drive them insane, but Mr. Fuller gets a box of Krespy Kremes. The guy is a legend to us kids in Uni.
But yes, expect me to either have a near death experience, nearly murdered for driving the others insane with my rants or both. Either way, I will return alive somehow and tell you my experiences. The hike shall be on the 17th of August, so hopefully I can get some rants in before than. My excitement for the hike however my stop me from having a good rant ready how ever, so we shall see.
Tuesday 24 July 2012
The First Post
So I want to rant about my views in a place where I won't end up in a fight and being kicked out by a science club (Sorry Vince about the whole head on desk thing. I never got so worked up before!) Anyway, welcome to Insanation of Sanity. Sure, Insanation isn't a word, but I like it. It gives going crazy a better name that isn't used so offhandedly and professional. Ish.
Well, anyway, the main content. The rants. Normally I would have one ready to burst out but I spent too long designing the template, once I gave Google all my details so it can annoy me in the future. I'll just go read some creepypastas on people losing their minds and have a post ready for you the next day. Maybe not so late. Sure, only just 10pm, but every 18yo needs sleep to be able to bother with living.
Either way, I'll give more about myself and an alias later, I hate giving people online my personal alias. I'm setting up another blog just for blogging about poems I write. If I write any thing relevant, I'll post it here for any readers to read.
Mask of Insanity signing out!
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