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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?

Jack

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

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.

Oh god, what the hell did they do to piss off the hornets nest, so to speak?

~INSANITY

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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

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

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.