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| From Mask To Mask; After the Masquerade | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 17 2008, 08:16 AM (125 Views) | |
| Unaussprechlichen | Oct 17 2008, 08:16 AM Post #1 |
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Sophomore
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My mask was still held tight to my face as I strode through my dorm door. I couldn't remove it fast enough. I vigorously untied it and tossed it to the side. The rest of my clothing was easy to remove. I changed quickly, not feeling comfortable until I was back to completely normal. I set up all my weaponry as I dressed. After only ten minutes, I was done. I then went to my bed and just lied there, trying to relax. it wasnt overly difficult after what had preceeded. I found I would miss the spontaneous freedom of being anonymous. Not being identified allowed me to act as I would as myself without any worry for the opinions of others, not to mention it was harder to be caught causing mischief seeing as how the visual give away had been removed. But now I would be going back to the self the rest of the world would be exposed to. It was interesting to think of how by removing one mask, this emotional one must be dawned. Somehow, that led me to the thought of my impending fight with Loki. The thought of being forced to cause harm to my best friend as of yet by the one I hated most as of yet was despicable and terribly vexing, discouraging, enraging, and so on. These thoughts were very unsettled in my mind. I didn't much feel like dealing with it at the moment, so I decided to go search for something I could do. As I was leaving, I remembered the spiked drink back at the ball. A smile snuck onto my face at the thought of the option. |
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Imagine an obsession that drives a man mad. When he is set free to enjoy life once again, Could he ever miss the enchanting captivation his hell served? | |
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| Unaussprechlichen | Oct 29 2008, 08:32 AM Post #2 |
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Fuck that! Why should I bust my ass roaming around the halls when its already... God Damn it! How does one possibly tell time accurately in Everland these days? Tis indeed a mystery. I reversed my course, slamming the door behind me. I had never avoided contemplating life. Why start now? I couldn't find an answer, so I stripped down again, this time taking care of the folding of my clothes and the putting away of my weapons where they actually go in a corner where I won't wake up in the middle of blackness and step on my knife, cutting my foot and having a bunch of other crazy events happen. It was best to avoid the unknown when one was almost naked. As I placed my weapons with care, my morning star caught my eye. It was truly pathetic of myself to avoid carrying my best weapon simply for its awkwardness. The weight was easily handleable and I was truly efficient with it. It just seemed so dangerous and obvious. I really wasn't looking for trouble everywhere I went... not yet anyway. Trouble did always seem to find me anyway, though. My thoughts darkened and focussed as I thought about it. I'm sick of taking cheap shortcuts, never performing to the best of my ability. This is the real world now. If fighting the scum of Candoth had given me such a false sense of pride... I found myself chortling aloud. I need to hone all my skills and place all my effort into kicking the shit out of everybody... well almost everybody. My morning star caught my eyes again. I felt the tingle in my right hand. The yearning to wield it once again. Why should I deny myself what I want? A smirk overtook my face as I eagerly grasped the handle. I hastily raised the weapon away from the wall and floor, into the free musty air of my dorm room. A sense of freedom took hold of me as I made my first swing. A wide arc from behind coming over head height and crossing to the left as it descended. I turned my body to face the left as the swing concluded, but did not finish. I instead fused it into a vertical round about taking place right infront of me. After a complete circle, my arm twisted to allow the ball and chain to pass in a horizontal circle just over my head. I imagined the enemy now to my right as the spiked chain took his head in one messy explosion of blood and debry. Both hands had come to grasp the handle as this last circle was executed so as to pass the weapon into my left hand as the sequence was concluded. My heart was excited, and so was I. Suddenly, the prospect of the life I was trying to lead held an overwhelming sense of cause and inspiration. I practiced with the weapon for a full hour until my arms began to ask for a break. I had no wish to tire myself for tomorrow's classes. Well, Aldaras's anyway. He might be an arrogant goof, but atleast his classes are fun and interesting. The third class then came to mind. I was absolutely clueless upon what to expect in terms of excitement and amusement. Only time will tell I suppose. I settled in for the night, eager to discover what the next day would bring. |
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Imagine an obsession that drives a man mad. When he is set free to enjoy life once again, Could he ever miss the enchanting captivation his hell served? | |
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| Unaussprechlichen | Nov 12 2008, 07:50 PM Post #3 |
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Fladnag speaks to me as if I were his own. "...A place of great wonder and mystery. A place of determination and focus. Somewhere where nothing may distract you unless you let it. You will be encased.., entombed if you will, within its constricts, within the vast ocean of vegetation, and within its very heart. Here is where great entities are forged, manipulated, and earned of renown. Find this place, young Unaussprechliche, and perhaps you may find a definition by which to guide yourself. Destine yourself accordingly, and your fate may hold more than your current mind could ever imagine. This is where your life will find and lose its meaning.., where you will learn all you were meant to, only to find it contradictory and meaningless.., where you will learn to live, only to find death..," Make sense old man. "Must you bore me with your tales? I want to get there before everything good has gone." Fladnag always has the same skeptical expression on his face. This moment is no different. He searches me scornfully, and with the certainty only a dream may bestow, I know he is disappointed in my immature interests. Even insanity deserves recognition, lest it be ignored and rendered useless. I do not yet know this. Now is not the time. He continues oblivious to the youth still residing within my mind. The room is humid. my mind has no will to focus on a crazy hermit who seeks to dictate my future with metaphorical threats and prophecies. Nothing dictated is saved in memory, for memory is constantly altered. Personality follows suit. Every aspect of one's self is constantly, and gradually, and consistently changing. It is not now that this is to happen to me. I am eight years of age. I am clueless. Clueless.. Clueless... "Clueless." "Stop saying that!" I plead with him, though mockingly. He enjys belittling me. Clearly, he also enjoys boring me endlessly. "Things you say just make no sense, now please can I leave?" He gives in and up simultaneously. "Then go have your way. But it will not always be so." A common familiar expression appears on his face. One string is interrupted with an overcrest but everything falls back into place. A memory of something I never thought. It is always so. Always. but perhaps not. Above my closed eyelids, the sun shines higher than it should. My eyes are focused in a concentration focused on what? I am relaxed.., so why the stress? And why is this stress not stressful? What am I thinking? This makes no sense. Even insanity deserves recognition, lest it be ignored and rendered useless. No one would understand. His expression upon my departure fills my mind. As if his own life has been completed. A memory of something I never witnessed. Was he alive? Is he alive? My thoughts were basic, but they will be no longer, though my thought pattern shall be far less active. One string, one very important string is pulled from the murky detestable anguish in which it resides and is cast into the blank abyss of nothingness, a freelance seeking a new definition where until then it had none. An untitled aspect, until now inexpressible, searching for the most definite of indefinite definitions. Others still attached feel the difference.., the pull. For some it is a repelling force, but most directions in any magnitude are an improvement. Chords lash in every direction in a divine explosion of change, forging the annihilation of one worthless undefined fuck up, evolving to something unique all the same as its prior form, yet with the ability to share, compare, contrast, suggest, influence, manipulate.., and above all, the ability to speak and express.., even if such is mere insanity. Even insanity deserves recognition, lest it be ignored and rendered useless. The time would come My eyelids open, allowing ultraviolet energy to scorch my now unprotected, unprepared retinas. With my eyes open, I see so much less. I know this. Now is the time. My consciousness rushed to my forehead as memories, knowledge, and understanding followed close behind. I was here. Something else... Judging by the sun, I was rather late for class. I oughta invent something to wake people up in the morning. I smiled for some stupid reason as I dressed with care. I didn't really give a shit that I was late. I was here to learn, and I would do so. Instructors only really had a limited ability to teach, and they only had limited abilities of which they could only limitedly teach. Doesn't sound very promising, does it. Meh. I dawned all my weapons, departing my dorm with my morning star proudly supported upon my shoulder in my right hand. I was multitalented. When I could do something, I could do it in many was. When I couldn't do something, I couldn't do it at all, but why think negatively? I couldn't figure out, so I dropped the subject. Wedule snored. Shut the fuck up or I'll smash your deformed face in, splattering your underdeveloped brains all over the poorly decorated walls. |
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