New blog

New Victim, New Blog.

Come, join me.

Joy to the World, Mitch is dead!

Yes!~ That's right, Mitch is dead. Sorta... actually he is a vegetable, since I need a body. Now, to explain myself, that's what you all want, right?

I've been with Mitch since he started the blog and before. Everything that happened on the hike? Me making him kill his friends. The whole point of this blog was to help convince him that I had different motives. That I wouldn't try and kill him. I craved having a body that I could move, and I have one. No annoying human morals and ideas to deal with, just my own. Everything ever posted on this blog after he became a "super servant"  is a lie, an illusion to fool him into believing me while I killed him mentally.

How ever, I admit, one thing did not go to plan.

Lyron. Emily was fake, the whole "Dogscape" thing was fake. Enterprise was actually the police, trying to stop the crazy guy in the park. Runners and rouge proxies and crap? Fake. Just me trying to find the right method of driving Mitch out of his own mind without him knowing.

Lyron? She somehow became real. I'll have to worry about her when I see her.

I however, did tell the truth about somethings, but I am not some generic evil bastard that yaps on about details.

I'm going to go to find another Shard later. Let them have this body. I'll find another human to manipulate. I'm INSANITY because that's what happens when I fail to kill your mind. It will be some time until I write a post or comment a blog, as I will be breaking a new victim. And I get my way, like with Mitch, I'll blog about it. Just to bring sorrow to your hearts.

I don't target those that know about us for a reason. To show you how cruel you are for running away and leave someone else to this fate. Mitch has a girlfriend who became a runner, running from me. This is the price, Rebecca.

This is INSANITY.

Lyron.

I'm in need of Lyron for this certain fragment I have in mind. Emily would be a hindrance and I suspect that she is lost to us. I'm not sue whose piece she is but she isn't truly aligned with us. sanity is feeling down over this... Seems he wishs to sleep should we have to engage with her in what ever form of opposition. Like I said when we meet her, she reminds him of his sister.

Anyway, I'm looking for Lyron. I'm paying for information on her whereabouts.

However, I'm starting to get worried. Yes, I'm worried. Me.

My only leads are Kenny, Wayward, Hostel staff and... well, the Archangel and the Choir. I'm not looking towards meeting the others. I'm known as an overaggressive Piece towards them. Then again, they developed. I'm still a fragment. I remember what happened, not even the Keeper knows that.

Yes, you can say I hate the world.

Hate it enough to tell you my aims, the history.



My universe, connected to your by dimensional bleeding and other world illogics were ruled by one being. However, it was lonely. And then it meet the Deal Maker. Yes, Jack. A deal made to give the being company.

Results?

The world today. Everything existing it made from a fragment, and the strongest ones become independent, they became the Fears. The weaker of the strong ones be came the Dying Man, sadly. The two strongest became the Quite and the Deep, which has kept to itself.

Humanity, Earth, Space. All created from the being. Thus, why humans need meat and fruit to survive can be likened to how I operate. How the world operates. Except the Fears. We are not bound by the logic of the world created by the fragments for we are stronger fragments.

I'd write more, but I must move. I'll finish the story another time. Did I mention that England is annoying?

~INSNITY

A Deal.

I made a deal. Lyron is god knows where, but I am sure of meeting her again. That's an illogic of this world. It's big, yet many a runner cross paths, runners that are blogging. Have you ever read of one meeting one that doesn't blog?

Anyway, I stray. These people won't give me a name, so I named them Enterprise. We have a deal. I bring them samples of my brothers, sisters and mothers. I get funded and support for my winning move in this "Game of Games Where There is no Game". Win-Win. I don't know how far we could throw them, but Mitch has been busy going over everything that I see and hear. Everything. I focus on the what I need to, he focuses on everything else. I'm actually impressed with him. I don't wish him to be insane, sanity helps us. Yes, coin is on it's edge, neither tails nor heads as they both look both ways as we trail along.

I have time on my hands for now. Unless I hear of Lyron, I'm going to be calling in on someone. Who, you ask? Well, why not hope it's not you?

~INSANITY

Lyron

Fucking get in contact with me. Your friends seem to have lost track of you after the attack and your blogs is dead. Either you decided to drop off the radar and started running for your crime or you found out one of the worlds Illiogics and became Nobody.

Comment on the fucking blog and let me know where you are, the bastards that are holding me have an offer for us.

Fucking got caught...

All I did was try and test to confirm I was in the right... world we should say. Next thing I know, I am surrounded in a park by officers. I'd be able to wipe them out, decaying and leaving a mutilated mess of flesh, but then that means leaving my current host, and he is what I need in my end game. Be a shame that he died in the chaos. Things tend to go insane in chaos and things that you don't want to happen do. Then again, most of you already know that, snot faced pricks. Excluding those I like enough to call something better, of course.

So yes, I'm in a private cell in some secluded area. Mitch is panicking so I am posting. It's been a day now and they allowed us use of a computer, merely with access to the blogosphere it seems. I'm not even able to check my emails, which annoys me but I'll let it pass. I need the time to brood on what has happened. If these people are those Decided people that I have read about on Cecillia's blog.

Which reminds me, fuck you all for spewing more shit for me to shift through for victims to drive insane. How am I meant to live up to my chosen name? I swear it might be best to start culling on the amount of bloggers that are alive so that some of us can catch up to the work load.

Also, can anyone get in contact with Lyron? I can't contact her... Might have to read Wandering from Death and The Day the Music Died. Again, fuck you Wayward and Kenny for fucking posting too much or living for that matter.

I fucking hope to meet some of you and drive you insane. Oh, Mitch would go insane too, since he will have no choice but to witness himself do it, but I am sure I could make him take pleasure in it. The Choir aren't the only voices in your that prod you along, after all.

Now, to find out what happened to Lyron... Fucking hate reading blogs by now.

~INSANITY

Only a Fool tries to kill what is already dying.

How long have I been gone? Two, three months? Whatever, I did not disappear or vanish or what ever secret hope you may have been harboring. But I did, to be honest. When I jumped into a known dimensional patch that I knew to be linked to Texas to try and stop Lyron after finding her blog and her activities with Kenny and Wayward, I instead seemed to cease existing. I don't understand why the Quite was there or why it let me exist again. I am not even sure if it WAS the quite that had me. Something scared it, what ever it is. And it scared me to. Well, Mitch to be precise, his body still clings to instinct and self preservation.

After that, I was somewhere. Disorientated. I was in a city I did not remember and it was strange. I had never been lost before, but then that was before I understood the world's illogic. And then Slenderella appears as he does and watches me. Slowly, the others came and stared at me. I knew them, but were they the same ones? Such an annoying, hateful thought that. Why should I have cared about them knowing I was the shard that calls itself INSANITY? But alas, Emily came and confirmed things for me.

But after that, some Runners that tried to fight us turned the corner, most likely trying to lose some sloppy proxy. They saw me, as everyone had left. Did mention that the left side of Mitch's face is decayed? They knew what I was, yet tried to resist. They didn't know I was the bound to a pet human play toy. They just thought they could fight and have a victory.

I laugh at those that try and kill what can not die, for the dying choose their own death.

I'm back, children. Some of you are dead, some of you are new and some of you fear me. I'm coming for you, will you... Let me in?