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
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