Perfect Night

"This song is shapeless.

No real definable melody or rhythm.

But pure formless malice, a juxtaposition of the negative emotions put out by humans."

Time. Time is, a-a-a-lin egmnent. Line.....segment, line...line...I swear I didn't...it was it the thing without face in the graveyard. I didn't-blood everywhere-FAGILEfragilefragilefragilefragile. Everything dissolving into mist churning and lost and fragments everywhere glassfragilefragilefragileglass and blood and mist. Swirling mixing. Head Hurts.
Remember
Go back.
The background 
Back to the 8 9 years ago when nothing happened

Back to the 7 years ago when it was cold and lost and faceless and shapeless and infected
Snowdrops
Line up the pieces. Tell it all. Ghosts ghosts hiding in the mist and the time and the blood and the fragilefragileglass....or is it ice?

I...I'm here now its my past thats scattered...I...I need to think to line everything up..I have some calls to make. I....
Will never lose it!
Good Luck

White Destiny

It's been snowing here a lot, lots of icicles everywhere. Real pretty, sad it only started coming down after Christmas. Focusing on things that aren't lost, my life, everyone left, my hope, my will to fight back.

The patient continues to show adverse reactions to others around him getting harmed. 
Jean...I hope Fizz finds her, and savers her.
Today, another patient near him cut their finger, his reaction was immediate and severe: clawing at his own throat with the repeated exclamation of "fragile". 
Good luck.
The events in the forest, have yet to be fully determined through interviews with the patient or investigation.

All That I'm Living For

Shutupshutupshutupshutup! Don't wanna tell, nothing happened, nothing happened, don't wanna tell.

Fi~ne

Hey, assholes hope isn't a crime, in the past tons of people have relpased and come back, and at least I'm not off tortuing some chick to death hey Zero how's B? Isabella, you bitch, coulnd't even drop by to say 'hi', huh? By the by decoded the binary, not exactly singing its prasies am I? More like...well look up there I don't want to tell you what happened six years ago, so I threw up a chunk of giberish in binary.

These illusions, or whatever are going to stay here 'till I tell you, or I go completely insane, and the latter is slightly worse.

Six years ago, nothing officially happened. The reality of the situation is...slightly different however. Me and some 'friends' went out at night to play some stupid game, in an graveyard of course. One minute I was hiding the next two hands had managed to slip around my throat, no, no zombies in this tale just an over competitive younger kid. Couldn't cry out, couldn't breathe, and I was blacking out. I got pissed broke free and smashed the little fucker against a headstone. THEN the others appeared screaming at me, acting all righteous and pissed one even took a swing, broke the fucker's nose. Things escalated, the only nearby house heard the shouting and called the cops. Kid got treatment, mild concussion forgot the night, month later he was out and fine. Told my story got yelled at and grilled on the dangers of such things, fragilefragilefragilefragile, NO. Was thirteen, and the brat left bruises, notmyfaultnotmyfault, nothing official happened. Didn't feel guilty, don't feel guilty, but it made my life hell for no short amount of time I was the kid who almost murdered two people and felt nothing about it.

"My ghosts are gaining on me"

How long does adrenaline last? All the way through a night? Does that sound right to you? Nope~ I'm a sociopath...kind of. I don't lack empathy and as a rule I'll run into a fire to save someone I don't know, but if you antagonize me I'll watch you burn with a smile on my face. The Husks are just mooks to me 'cause they're not harder to kill than any other untrained human who attacks me. Oh look~ they're gone.

Good Luck



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