prisoner #1376952
Suffering from:
Anger
Apathy
Depression
Heartsickness
Insanity
Loneliness
Massochism
Music stuck in my head
Overwhelming need to categorize
Procrastination
Self Loathing
Sleep deprivation
Superficial wounds
Survivor's guilt
voices (as always)
Writer's block
Condition: Terminal.
W: What does a man like that want? What does he need?
D: ...revenge...
W: For what?
D: ...being born.
Excerpt from one of my latest works:
His attack ceased, and he began circling in the other direction.
"This is my gift to you," his evil voice began.
"I will bring you glory, even here. I will test your skill, little by little, and show these
assembled powers how great a trophy hell hath won in thee. And when your limits I reach,"
he smiled evily, "I will kill you in one swift stroke, far surpassing your meager ability"
A chill ran through my soul. He's like a cat playing with some thing it has caught... His joy
is in the slaughter... He's losing himself in it... maybe I could use that if... no, I'm the only one
left, he won't take his focus off me. "I seek no glory. I don't care what these animals think."
Keep him talking with you as long as you can. "It's obvious you have the upper hand." Buy
some time to think, "I concede. You win the glory."
"Not until your death," he interrupted. "Not until my blade has tasted your blood."
With that the demon lunged...
Anger
Apathy
Depression
Heartsickness
Insanity
Loneliness
Massochism
Music stuck in my head
Overwhelming need to categorize
Procrastination
Self Loathing
Sleep deprivation
Superficial wounds
Survivor's guilt
voices (as always)
Writer's block
Condition: Terminal.
W: What does a man like that want? What does he need?
D: ...revenge...
W: For what?
D: ...being born.
Excerpt from one of my latest works:
His attack ceased, and he began circling in the other direction.
"This is my gift to you," his evil voice began.
"I will bring you glory, even here. I will test your skill, little by little, and show these
assembled powers how great a trophy hell hath won in thee. And when your limits I reach,"
he smiled evily, "I will kill you in one swift stroke, far surpassing your meager ability"
A chill ran through my soul. He's like a cat playing with some thing it has caught... His joy
is in the slaughter... He's losing himself in it... maybe I could use that if... no, I'm the only one
left, he won't take his focus off me. "I seek no glory. I don't care what these animals think."
Keep him talking with you as long as you can. "It's obvious you have the upper hand." Buy
some time to think, "I concede. You win the glory."
"Not until your death," he interrupted. "Not until my blade has tasted your blood."
With that the demon lunged...