Conclusion of the prologue

Now that the antagonist and his past have been introduced, we now delve into the present state and start with the mundane ramblings of the antagonist as he goes through every painstaking moment of his life.

Lappy ish getting a new installation of ubuntu after I crashed the previous one and epicly managed to kill the touchpad and several other things T_T. Cca Points that need to be written down for approval, t-shirt that needs to be designed, costume that needs to be finished so much to do...


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I've always been socially challenged probably because of my upbringing. These blogposts are a reflection of my thoughts and understandings of the world. Anyways, being brought up looking at people die, blood, gore and sadistic intentions have just defined the line between insanity and otherwise as a grey area where I lurk. This has also shown me how weak we humans are, a simple slit to the neck is all we need.



"Prominently displayed in the children's section of the Houston Downtown Public Library, among several others of the same title, My First Cookbook appears as a run-of-the-mill children's cookbook, complete with large print, simple instructions, colorful, friendly illustrations and a somewhat disproportionate desert section. In fact, the only major deviation from this theme is an article near the end of the book entitled "A Recipe for Success". This is a complex, macabre ritual involving human sacrifice, self mutilation and sacrilege, as well as more curious and innocuous practices such as walking down a stair case with a prime number of stairs taking them two at a time and then up it taking them three at a time. It's written in the same cheerfully simple prose as the rest of the book and accompanied by the same helpful, pastel drawings." -Creepypasta

"void MyLife(void)
{
int life=924710920410, time=0;
for (time=0;time < life;time++)
{
string blogpost="Never relying on others, choosing to seclude myself from other...was that really a good choice? I was brought up learning that dependance on others was a weakness and that trust was also a weakness well, who knows? Through this , probably I'll never make more friends or even get a girlfriend.";
string blogend="When autumn moons and winter suns are present, a world of darkness shall consume us and change us. Demons were once humans. Just changed.";
if (time==9273)
{
blogpost=blogpost+blogend;
}
}
if (life==time)
{
...
"

I always seem to be totally unstressed the days before an exam or test, so much so that it unnerves my friends and gives them the impression that I know everything required. I wish I knew why i'm almost never nervous for anything major. But when I tend to get nervous, I seem to screw up the paper. Te night before the results of my major exams came out, I couldnt sleep properly, had a bad feeling about things and true enough, I screwed it up.

A benevolent soul once told me that confidence is key to almost everything. Even if you dont know what you're doing, just make sure everyone else thinks you know what you're doing. Else, people will question you and then distrust you.

Time paradoxes are intriguing, they can only be explained by the branch theory in which 2 separate time lines are formed by the cause and effect of a single action, kinda like flipping a coin, if you get heads, you go right, otherwise left. killing yourself in the past prevents yourself from travelling back to kill yourself and vice versa.


I once told someone that it was easier to add than subtract, somehow I wonder if that really is true...

No time to do anything, no time to even sleep properly, yep, sad life, sad life classes from 8am-5pm almost everyday, I begin to wonder if I killed myself when I picked this timetable, working on props, working at part-time job, sewing cosplay stuff, studying, whee.

Longevity of the sacred sun, Desecration of the midnight moon, desire is key to unlocking one's heart, curiosity is the trigger for desire, inquisition is the start of curiosity.

Doing nothing much with my life, playing around with photoshop,video editing, sound editing, always seem to be average at everything but never good in any one. Like they say, jack of all trades, master of none.

Boring, emo, quiet, cold. Just some words people describe me with. I am what you believe me to be and the only way to change the way you see me is only if I influence it. Not caring about much of the world and its inhabitants because they seemed utterly boring to me. "90% of humans are fools and the rest of us are in danger of contagion from them"


Midnights Of Elden (M.O.E)
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Spear of steel sunken deep within the tomes of history, making gashes throughout history like it does upon humans. One of the many fabled artifacts devoid of rust and everlasting sharpness to its blade and name. Found by many and yet known to none. Kyrin, the Spear of Time.

I wish I knew why I hated to see myself so much... It's like the person in the mirror isn't me at all and all the photos people take of me look so terrible and horrible to me. I also wish I knew why I'm so helpful to others and wouldn't hesitate to just give advice or help without any obligations.

Devoid of a soul, devoid of a heart, a wonder to behold the simplicity of a shell of a person,
Dolls, people without souls or a heart but they percieve the world around them, emotionless and uncaring.

Finally, a place to my lonesome self, a place to run away to on teh interwebs.

A thousand veils, a thousand nights, each of them reveal a new picture as the moon revolves.

Curiosity beckons me but patience restrains me, from the image of a thousand nights...