Once again i lay in my room. it is late...no..it could be early...but i guesss it doesnt matter...i am going mad...i have just grabbed what little of my sanity i have left...thoughts of bad doings...they plauge my mind...i have drawn plans...to destroy all cascadia...although it would take about a month to set up, and two weeks to get all the nesscesary supplies...it could work...i have thought of killing slowly those i love..how i long for the night...yet yern for the day. my mouth waters with the thoughts of the magus berry, or the dingblesh root...all useless to me now.....useless.......i think only of my love...and my soon to be adopted childe...and my sires shed tears...

i hope for death.

night 293 year 12056 in the year of the Earth


side note: i have just realized i am the only one who can read my language...a language older than english....old than half the languages in the world...and now its dead...oh well...one last secret in my dieing mind.


Yet another thought in my hours of sanity
i am going to bottle some of my blood and other belongings...and lower it into a loose brick in a wall in :writing trails off:


perhaps...perhap..perdat di can perdect me kills an chan fom...at as prin an mak ules.:writing was poor yet now clears up:
i wounder...no...no...i feel ill...i hunger...i have not fed in...quite some time now...i refuse to...i have the blood of too many on my hands...too many...too many...this aint the way its supposed to be...this aint the way its supposed to be..:writing becomes large and angerly written: THIS AINT THE WAY SHIT IS SUPPOSED TO BE

:evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

Very nice. Borderline sanity, or insanity depending on your point of view, Kinda interested in where this is going. Give me more. :evil:

((sweet very sweet i like it :grin: ))