Chaosdate – AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA – AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Body (gaily flitting about): HAHAHAHA
Head (rocking back and forth on ground): Oh, you son of a bitch.
Body (as he leaves temple): It’s your mom, too, Shackle!

FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
I’M GOING TO RUN OVER HERE!
THEN OVER HERE.
OR IS IT HEAR?
THERE IS NO HEAD TO HEAD ME
TO GUIDE ME
TO RULE ME
WHO IS THIS MAN? IS HE TRYING TO STOP ME? I SHALL KICK HIM IN THE FACE!
WOO-BWAW!
TARRY NOT, MY FRIEND, FOR I HAVE LIBERATED YOU! LIKE ME, WE SHARE NOT A HEAD, TO GUIDE US, TO RULE US, TO BIND US!
…
YOU SEEM VERY UNRESPONSIVE, FRIEND. PERHAPS FREEDOM HAS LEFT YOU…
UM…
UNRESPONSIVE

FREEDOM!
FREE!
I THINK I SHALL FUCK SOMETHING!
NO
I SHALL FUCK FIVE THINGS AT THE SAME TIME
ha-HA!
WAIT, IS THAT A BUTTERFLY?
FREEDOM!
SCAMPER!

Meanwhile…

Head (now resting upon a golden platter upon a pedestal): Well, that didn’t go as well as I planned.
Orloo: The people are pleased to have received your brief, brutal attention, O Disembowler Of The Wicked.
Head: Where is it now, anyway, Osloo?
Orloo: I beg your pardon, O Weaver Of Pronouns Beyond My Ken
Head: It, the Head, where is it?
Clyde: When did Osloo become a wise-ass?
Orloo: Following the trail of a butterfly, O Minist-
Head: What are you doing here?
Clyde: Where else am I gonna go, Orpheus?
Orloo (looks nervous): I- In Your Wisdom, You summoned me, O Defenstrator Of-
Head: Oh, well, is Cassandra still around?
Cassandra: Yes, I’m still here.
Head: What the hell is going on?
Orloo (confused): If I am the one addressed, O Speaker Of-
Clyde: I think Osloo was gonna tell us.
Head: He doesn’t know.
Cassandra: It appears our Body has left us.
Head: Well, no shit, is that all the wisdom you idiots have for me?
Orloo (turns red)
Head (to Orloo): Oh, that wasn’t to you, Osloo. You’re doing great. (attempts to give three arms worth of thumbs up, fails, gives a wink and a smile instead)
Orloo (looks around): Thank You, O Spinner Of-
Cassandra: I never said I was going to be some kind of fountain of wisdom for you, if you want something fixed, do it your own damn self.
Clyde: Haw!
Head: Who said I needed you to fix things? Shit, all I asked was whether or not you were here. I didn’t need any of your bullshit. Hell, I was perfectly content to talk to Ozzie over here (attempts to nod toward Orloo, almost falls, stretches his ear to correct himself).
Orloo (makes to catch Head, stops himself).
Clyde: Ya know, you’d get a lot more done if ya stopped arguing. I hate to be the peacekeep-
Head: And I wasn’t talking to you! I got a body to fi-

Elsewhere…

HO HO HO!
FREEDOM!
HO HO HOOOOO!
I HAVE NOW FLOWN ABOUT
I THINK PEOPLE DON’T REALIZE ME WHEN I TALK
CUZ THEY JUST
LOOOK
THEY DON’T
BLOOD IS SPILLING
GOING OUT OF
UM
NECKHOLE?
blood
running away fro-
FREEDOM!
FREEDOM!
I THINK I’M GOING TO PICK SOMEONE IN THE CHEST
KICK SOMEONE IN THE CHEST
WAAAWWW!
FOOTPRINT ON A SINGULAR BODY
AND THERE IS NO
WOO-

Back in the Headcave…

Head: I think I got it, I think they’re coming back.
Orloo: There are reports that a trail is com-
Clyde: Got what?
Head: I Am Master Of My Body! My blood is coming back to rejoin me, my body is coming back to one.
Clyde: Shouldn’t we ask Osloo if it’s work-
Head: I already did! Jeezus! Pay attention.
Orloo (kneeling, turning color):
Head (to Orloo): Is it working?
Orloo: O- Oh, yes, sorry to have been distracted O Master Of Illusionary Speech.
Head (smiling): That’s okay, Osloo. You have been an important boon. I am more than I would be with you at my side.
Orloo (changing color): I- I am humbled, O-
Head: Do not be, tell me, is it working? This journal has gone on long enough.
Orloo: Yes, yes. Your holy vessel is returning to reform with you.
Head: Good, you have my thanks.
Cassandra: My current music is Queen – Radio Ga Ga
Body: MY CURRENT MOOD IS ABSORBED

Chaosdate – R – This Is A Shitty Subtitle

Clyde: So, are you gonna fuck her yet?
Masamba: Dude! She’s like my sister.
Cassandra: No, I don’t think he means it in that sexual way, I think the trus-
Clyde (to Masamba): Listen to Red, you don’t have friends!
Cassandra: I can speak for myself, ingrate.
Clyde: Ingrate?
Cassandra: He was going to erase us both if it wasn’t for me?
Clyde: Bullshit! He can’t-
Clyde (quietly): You know he can’t do th-
Cassandra: Oh, you don’t think so? Should we put this to tes-
Masamba: Shut! Up! Shut! Up!
Masamba: ‘Sides, she’s marrying that ‘mo, anyway.
Clyde: Oh, he’s a ‘mo, Missus Filed-For-Seperation
Cassandra: The bastard never listened! Don’t hold this agains-
Masamba: I THOUGHT I SAID QUIET!

…

Masamba: What do you mean, I don’t have friends

Clyde: Well. I’m just saying. You know. (looks at Cassandra).
Cassandra: Oh, you got yourself into this, you can-
Clyde: What?! It was your point! The whole fact that he doesn’t ha- uh…

Masamba: Say it, Say I don’t have real friends.

Clyde: You, uh…
Cassandra (looks back and forth): He’s right, outside of us you don’t have any real friends.
Masamba: And?

Cassandra: Well, it might help you to feel better if you ha-
Clyde: Oh, hell, Ghandi, don’t lissen to her, that wasn’t my point!
Cassandra: Oh?
Masamba (to self): “Ghandi?”
Clyde: Yeah, listen, Spikes, fuck everyone else! Don’t let the bitch-
Cassandra: Excu-
Clyde: Don’t let the bitch hold you back. Don’t let anyone hold you back!
Cassandra: Oh, friendship with real people is much better than any sort of psychotic relantionship with fake personas made only to make you feel better?
Masamba: I can hear you both you know.
Cassandra: U-
Clyde: Wait, I thought we were real.
Cassandra: Like his subconcious and weakened mental state couldn’t delve into madness without us?
Clyde: Well, he might already be mad, what with the alleged Peter, and whether or not he was really there. Let alone presented to us by our mom only to be conveniently erased before he was given a cha-
Masamba: HEY, SHUT UP! FOR REAL!

Fire.
Camp fire.
It smells nice.
And I killed it, whatever it was (I think it was a bear).
I pretend it’s Clyde.
It’s nice. Just me, sustenance.
Cassandra: You know, you didn’t really kill Cl-
JUST EATING A BEAR.
FUCK.
Another Masamba: WHEN DID i EVER THINK THIS A GOOD IDEA?
Masamba: i DON’T KNOW IF i DID!
Another Masamba: HAAAAAA!
Masamba: HAAAAA-
Another Masamba (continued): -AAAAAA…
Masamba (continued): -AAAAAA…

---

Later…

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Masamba: AAAAAAAA…
Another Masamba: AAAAAAAA…

Chaosdate – 1/3^rd – “Fart Attack” Is A Funny Thing To Say
My power comes from me, I am my power.
My power lies within my blood, for it fuels the life that makes me; my blood is my power.
My power comes from my heart, which controls my blood, which fuels my life that makes me; my heart is my power.
My heart controls me.
And I will control my heart.

You hear that, you som’bitch?!

I’m comin for ya, and I will best you! Heart of the Shape-Changer. No- no… Heart of The Immortal!

Wait… “my heart is my power?”
Well, if this fails, I can always get a job working for Hall*Mark.

So, what’s the plan you ask, dearest Cassandra?
Cassandra: I- I already know the plan, you don-
First, I feel the flow of power to and from my heart. I let the chaotic shifting dance through me. I-
Should I will myself the ability to not shape-shift anymore?

No.
That is stupid.

Also - Read up on the amount of times Onanwhatever has died.
Cassandra: Otanashi

…I let the chaotic shifting dance through me. I let it flow into and out of it’s power source, it’s engine – my heart.

Then I tear the fucker out.

More specifically, I remove my most vital of organs, yet force my body to compensate in it’s stead. I will my blood to flow freely. I will my body to consume the oxygen around me. The control of my body is unstoppable. Added with the Power of My Heart, it’s terrifying.

Yes.

Yes!
I have two options. “Grow” my heart out of me, or tear it out. Which is more symbolic? Both are acts of force of will. But the AC/DC fan inside of me (I still can’t believe you like them, Cassandra) thinks tearing it out would be more “hardcore.”

Why not both? I adapt. I change. I am the most suited for my environment. I am the fittest and I will survive.

And I will myself not to think of Gloria Gaynor (a Herculean Task indeed).

It’s surprisingly painless when I control my pain. It’s bloodless as I control my blood. What spills I will to crawl back inside of me.

And now I’m holding my heart in my hand.
I snort.
Holy shit, I’m holding my motherfucking heart in my motherfucking hand! I am a Creature of Chaos, I am Ultimate Endurance, I am the Best Motherfucking Shape-Shifter In The Goddamn Universe!

Now what?

I hold it above my head. I let wounds form in my arms. I force the blood to flow up, to flow up. Into the heart, yet back down into me.

Yes.

Yes!

Now what?

Put it back? Or walk the Pattern once again with it?

And – this idea came creeping in – what about my brain?

Hrm.

I toss my heart up and down in the air as I contemplate.
Yeah, Brain’s gotta go, too.

I brush off a nearby pedestal and place my heart on it. Now’s the hard part.

My heart is my power, my brain is my control. My heart is the engine where I draw upon my Power, my brain is the steering wheel, guiding that Power. My heart is the heart, my brain is the brain. My metaphors are getting a little weak. My brain keeps me Masamba. My brain directs the unstoppable current of my power. My unstoppable torrent of blood. Shit, I think Rose would like that analogy. My brain is what guides me back to Masamba. My brain was forced into defeating Clyde, and gently usurped the power of Cassandra. My brain will not allow another Peter (I try to convince myself). My brain makes me Masamba, but Masamba makes his brain. My brain gives me power. My brain gives me strength. My brain gives me fear, my brain gives me pain. I will have power over my brain. I do have power over my brain. Power over my power. I will be in ultimate control.

The red dog from years ago pops into my mind. I laugh.

I’m five years old, I am in trouble. For what, I don’t know. Mommy and Daddy are fighting again. Naff (I had a hard time pronouncing those X’s) pulls me aside. He still looks so sick after he walked into that place with the black thick water. We talk. I’m scared of Mommy and Daddy. Our dog, Rebel, is outside, safe and free (Was our dog really named Rebel?). I want to be our dog, running away, outside. Naff tells me I can do it, but I have to tell myself I can. Tell myself I am Rebel. So I start talking, and talking. And I’m Rebel and I’m running away.

…

I’m walking in the desert, holding a compass that’s way too big for me. I miss Julie. Why did we do this? I’m starting to get scared. Why did I leave her after we both left? Was Amber really that bad? Yes. But the desert is scarey. It was so hot when the sun was out, now it’s so cold. Is this even the same desert, the sky looks different. I hear something, I feel something, I- what? That bald man in black, is that Naxx? Was he always that much older than me? We talk. He explains he’s concerned, but he knows a place to go. He’s speaking highly of my grandfather? No- great-grandfather. My great-grandfather, not his. Very highly. Naxx says he knows a place that’s close to where Great-Grampa used to live. He takes me there, but frown. Close Enough he says. He tells me I should find a new identity. I tell him I’m not sure. I remember his exact words “You like talking to yourself, Frex. Convince yourself you’re someone else. Use your words for a purpose this time.”

…

Old Habits Die Hard, Kunta-Kente

My brain.
My thoughts are in my spine. My feelings in my bones. My desires in my hea- scratch that, in my veins. I copy every part of my brain somewhere into my body. I toss myself a shot of mental booze. Here we go. Fire it up!

I think back to Cassandra in med-school. Which part of the brain would be the easiest to lose. I turn it off and hope the back-up kicks in. Success. I turn off the next part. Success! I turn off the next, and the next and- I stumble to the ground. Collect myself, shift my body, shift my control, what makes me me is not in my brain and i don’t need it anymore so i turn that fucker off! OFF!

I blink.

I turn off the pain sensors in my… spleen? I ease my skull open. I sever the connection from my brain and my body.

FUCK YEAH! I AM THE MASTER OF MASAMBA! I AM THE SHAPE-CHANGER. I jump in the air and land funny. Real funny. I musta shook something vital. Like, brain-related-vital. Gotta be careful. This is sort of scarey.
Not any more! Boink!
My left toe falls off. Hrm. I should plan things cautiously. I don’t want to boink away some important internal organs.
Haw! What important internal organs? I laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.
Then I change myself so my body is, in fact, getting enough air.
I better make this quick. Back to Amber! Wait, maybe I shoulda taken a pit dip. Too late now. I want to get my organs back.

My Artifacts back. I fumble for my trump deck. Ah, here’s the one for Amber. Ooh, brain goo. I set my brain down on the pedestal next to my heart. Felix! Get me a- Oh, wait, he’s not. Orloo! Ever-present Orloo. My lungs still work just fine as I yell for him. Maybe I should remove them too? Now I’m being silly. Orloo! Fetch me something to wash my hands and a… uh… golden vase. I gotta keep these here organs somewhere. All clean, and nice big jar. I. I should think. No. Better. Rest? No. Don’t wanna “heal” a new brain or heart. This’ll be tough. I should go to the pit. How should I get to the pit. Fuck it, I gotta talk to Rose.

Remember the plan for Rose. Tell her every secret, hide every obvious truth. You are pious and saintly. You are doing this only as defense. It disgusts you.
I can’t/won’t boink. Be careful.

Chaosdate: 832 – Bring Water
Darkness.
Slight smoke. No pain, which might be a good thing. It’s cold, and I think I’m on some kind of stone slab. I appear to be naked. It’s a… temple? I’m on some raised pedestal in the middle a giant stone roo-
“Have You returned to us, O Majestic One?”
I try not to act surprised as I look around and see a bald man in elaborate purple robes kneeling before me. A tiny winged creature kneels next to him, mirroring his position.
“Is that a monkey?” I ask.
“Your keen senses betray the truth, O Flayer Of Flesh. I am pleased that the power of speech has returned to You. Do You hunger, O Many Limbed One?” The monkey scampers out while he speaks.
“Yeah, I guess,” I say. “And sit up, man. Look me in the eye, it’s hard to talk to the top of someone’s head.”
“I- I apologize, O One Of Many Forms,” he hesitates a few times before he raises his head to look at me. His eyes are all black. Freaky is as freaky does.
“Good, good. You can stand up like a big boy. I ain’t gonna bite.”
Clyde: Well… maybe…
He stands up at the base of the stairs that lead up to… uh… my pedestal. He bows and nods several times as he does so. The monkey thing returns and stands next to the bald dude. Trailing behind it is a young woman, naked, pretty, head bowed. She doesn’t have the supplicant thing down to an art as well as Mister Clean, she keeps looking up at me but quickly looking away. Silver eyes. I lower my balls from my body. This slab is cold.
“I have arranged for Your favorite feast, O Mighty Phantom Of Truth,” Baldie says as he nods toward the young woman.
It takes a moment for what he’s said to sink in. Clyde doesn’t stop laughing.
“I… uh. I don’t think I’ll be…”
Baldie quickly returns back into a kneeling position: “I am nothing but apologies, O Deliverer Of Peoples. I shall accept any punishment that is to be delivered unto this humble form.” He starts to remove his robes.
I jump down next to him. He, Monkey, and Hottie all flinch. “Calm down, all of you! You (I point toward the girl) are free to go. You (I point to the monkey) stop stealing Felix’s thunder. And you (Baldie) stand up and tell me your name.”
No one does anything.
“Did none of you hear Your Majestic Flayed Truth? Get to it!”
The girl flees, Baldie does the ‘stand up while bowing’ routine over and over. The monkey at least looks me in the eye with a confused shrug.
“You haven’t told me your name…”
“Orloo, O Speaker Of Mo-” says Orloo.
“And you’re not looking at me.”
He’s trembling. When he looks up his black eyes are in tears. I can tell he’s surprised when he sees me smile.
“This will be one of the few times I order you,” I say. “Relax. I am not mad, I am just in need of an explanation. Tell… uh… Share with Me your wisdom, humble servant.”
Which I shouldn’t have said, but it keeps him happy. He tells me of this land, this freaky ass land. We walk along this enormous stone temple. There’s something about the cycle of the world, rebirth, cosmic wheel, blah blah blah, only we’re interrupted by artists.
At least I assume they’re artists. Since they have made, ya know, art. Some elaborate painted chiseled sculpture, a creature with 1.. 2…. 13 limbs? Not including the head, or the tendrils coming from it. Tendrils that sorta look like my dreadlo-
“Wait, Orloo, who is this?”
He looks at me, weighing his words. “O Magnificent Weaver Of Light And Shadows,” he’s bowing again, “the image may be distant from what You remember. As You have the Majesty To Attain The Aspects Of Whatever You Wish, Your mind may be Too Great to comprehend the mere mortal speck of our-“
“Cut the crap, Orloo. Who is this?”
Orloo turns red. I believe that, if he was capable of such, he would have melted right now. “It is You, O-”
"Me? How long was I out?”
Orloo licks his lips. “You were Of Unspoken Form for some days now, O Unblemished Eye Of The Holy. Your servant spake Your name, which we attributed to Your Noblest Names Of Old, as per Your wishes.”
“My old… Explain, Orloo.”
He cringes again. Should I not call him by his name? “Your familiar spake of thine current name, O Devourer Of Demons. Of it, I will not utter. As it was Majestic In It’s Differences from Your Most Splendorous Name, we servants of All You Survey were to Attribute It to Both. And thus,” he points to some squiggly lines which I assume are text, “Your Most Holiest Of Symbols.”
“But what does it say?”
Orloo blanches.
I think I get this. I put on my most frowny of frown faces and glare at him. “Worthy Humble Servant Orloo. To receive Mine smiles you must speak unto Me My name of old. To receive My touch you must speak unto Me My name as it is written before Me.” I could get used to this god shit.
Orloo stands more upright. “AK’ET”
With one hand I point at the text, with my next I reach toward his shoulder.
“Sambak’et” he says.
I lay my hand on him. I bring forth pleasure as best I can in another in a few short moments. I think about erasing his fear, but I realize he would do better to keep it.
And then we talk.
And it’s really long and I only pay attention to part of it (it’s really long). I summon Felix in to help take notes. I’m glad I did, Felix is a lot smaller and more red and less monkey than the monkeymin these guys have following (for a second I thought he was gonna break free of the monkey-men and break the pattern and etc…). But Orloo drones on. So there’s a bunch of gods in this world, and Ak-Et is one of them, the Many Formed, The Many Limbed, The All The Other Fucking Names He’s Called Me, The Et Cetera. And they now think I am he. Mainly cuz I killed a demon when I first entered this place. (Demons run amok, it seems).
And then he presents me with gifts.
We’re in a large chamber, several of those monkey things are near. His words (he’s been talking a long time), “the relics have been well preserved, O Immortal Champion.” Three monkeys walk up carrying a large, awkward blade. “Your sword, O Demolisher Of Wicked And Untrue.” (I thank him and set it aside) Four monkeys come in with a suit of armor that looks like it’s made of bone. “Your deflection from the wicked, O Deflector Of The Wick-“
“It’s got holes in it,” I says.
Orloo licks his lips. “It-… It allows your limbs freedom for move-“
“It’s got holes in it!” Like. A lot. I might as well wear a necklace.
Orloo turns some color I have not yet seen in the visible spectrum. “O M-“
“No matter, most loyal and humble of servants. That you… uh… That you have preserved it for Me as such is reward unto itself. What else do you have for Me?”
He smiles as he leads me toward some large doors. He gives them a forceful shove and smiles at me again. “Your People, O Champion Of All!”
At this point I realize I’m still naked.

Chaosdate: 75.32.9999974 – Universe, Universe it’s a hell of a town.
Rose’s shadow must be surrounded by motherfuckers that want a piece of me.
Well, sort of. At first, when I left, I couldn’t find any. Which was unfortunate, cuz at that time I wanted to see how well this demonic form handles. And Rose didn’t win any originality points when it came to how this thing looked. Or is it a reflection of me? She did say it was an extension of her own will.
But then, I found some guys. People that didn’t look like they’d be a challenge. And they weren’t. Then some other guys were out here: tougher, armed and armored. A tougher battle, but a few uprooted trees and flayed faces did the trick. Then tougher still, and still defeated. And now I just took down some giant motherfucker with one eye. After this there better not be anyone.
And.
There’s not.
Hrm. I guess I’ll keep going. Going “down.”
Hee.
When I was very young I saw a map of the cosmos, with Amber on the top and the Courts on the bottom.
I don’t really know if I’m doing this world-shifting thing correctly.
But I’m going down.
And walking and walking and it’s really bright out here.
Forest.
Nice shadey forest, in the distance, just as I cross over this hill.
Hrm. That’s convenient.
I stop and look around. Mountains, hills, valleys, trees. It does seem natural. Hrm.
“I WOULD LIKE THE TREES TO BE BLUE!”
Nuthin’.
Well. (I keep walking). I think I’m figuring out this pattern busi-.
The trees are blue.
Clyde: Well, aren’t you mister clev-
Not now.
Hrm. Hrm. I think I get it now. And it’ll make where I want to go easier.

***

Jeezus, this is tiring. Stopping to try the Logrus didn’t help. I’m thinking I’m getting the hang of these. But christ, it’s tiring.

…

Cassandra: I don’t know either.
Clyde: Don’t look at me, boss.
Me: But what, exactly is Peter?
Clyde: I ain’t the brain scientist, here.
Cassandra: Yes, well, if we ever need to knock over a joint I’m sure you’ll be more than ready to offer your services.
Clyde: Easy, Goldilocks, you don’t want to-
Me: Enough.

…

Clyde: I thought we were still callin’ him Cody
Cassandra: I thought perhaps he’d be a manifestation of all the anger, fear, or embarassment you’ve been surpressing, but…
Me: But I’m not surpressing it, I’m healing it.
Cassandra: Yes, well it cou-
Me: Are you saying there’s going to be another version of me that’s made up of “surpressed” broken bones and severed limbs, and he’s gonna pop out of me at some point, too, huh?
Clyde: Good one, Cos
Cassandra: It was just an idea I had. And you don’t need to project your insecurities on me. I’m not saying anything you haven’t already thou-
Boink!
…

Maybe I should find some real life friends.

***

Training.
Yeah.
I used to do that once. Maybe it’s a good idea to start it up again. I have this sinking suspicion that at some point I’m going to hafta go toe-to-toe with Eathon. I don’t know why. I like the ess-oh-bee. And I’m not planning on getting into Rose’s way. Hell, maybe I might take her up on the offer.
Shits and giggles, at least.
Clyde: And maybe we’ll get to fuck her.
There’s that, too. Granted, I see that happening as much as I see me having to fight Eathon.
Clyde: Paging Doctor Freud.
Cassandra: Haw!
Will you guys shut up?

Training. Yes. Some nice place. This style, this multi-limbed holy terror idea I had. I’m diggin’. I’ve tried it a few times but haven’t really thought about it. But I need a place to train, a place all far away from all the spying Amberite eyes. Some demons, perhaps. Maybe a buncha dudes for me to go up against. I dunno.
Some place nice.

***

JEZUSMUTHERFUCKCHRIST
OW
FUCK
JEEZUS
I KNOW WHAT TYPE OF DEMON THIS
FUCK!
BUT I DON’T
FUCK ARM!
DO I KNOW THIS TYPE OF DEM-
FUCK
FUCKING SHIT
I
OH CHRIST
FUCK
Okay, time to let shit it the fan.

Chaosdate: 07.39.7588742 – It’s cold and there’s no music playing.
They are playing hardball and I need to up the ante.
And mix metaphors.
When I was young I was too afraid to enter the Logrus. And mum hated dad too much.
But I now know how to face my fear: I cheat.
I am no longer at the kid’s table. The shadows are just that, shadows. Now I have demons after me and families and card magic and magical headaches.
And other shit.
But I know how to face my fear: I cheat.
Naxx shows me into the chamber I am to enter. It’s dark. Not poorly lit. Just dark. Torches line the walls, yet in the center, darkness.
Clyde: Well, now tha-
No more Clyde. Boink!
And no more Cassandra just for good measure.
Boink! Boink!
I stand at the edge of the inky blackness. And watch.
“So, Naxx, would not being completely whole matter, or is the nature o-.”
I never knew Naxx could be so fast, or push so damn hard.
In I go. This isn’t as bad as I thought. The headaches are getting worse.
Not anymore! Boink!
The walk is tough. Or is it a swim. I don’t know. I can’t tell what’s going on. This is dark, this is scary, this is madness. I can never do this. I am worthless and I’m going to die. I am half of a man. I should not set foot here. I should figure out what the hell I’m doing. I won’t have time, as I am going to die. I will be lost. I should give up.
Not any more! Boink!
False confidence is confidence. The pain is real but I figure I should keep it up. It’s been awhile since I subjected myself to it.
My head hurts.
Not an-
No.
Yes.
Christ, my head hurts!
Fuck it.
Not any more! Boink!
Shapeshifting has helped. I do not really know how I would look if I were to see myself. But I have reflected myself to the environment.
Whatever the hell that is.
Where is Victoria?
Why am I thinking about her now?
Sometimes I wish I cared about her. Perhaps I should learn to un-boink. Perhaps I am missing something by not experience negative emotions.
Not any more! Boink!
Can I not move my limbs, or do I lack the will to do so? It’s cold. Maybe I just can’t feel them. And I have one less now. For now. I lost my fucking arm. And I think a long. A lung. God my head hurts. What? Boink! No wait. I didn’t. What is. Go. Almost. Cannot. Legs. Arm. Face on fire. I cannot. Only darkness. Where am I going. Have I died? Is that light? Are those voices. Who? Is that out? Am I… Yes. Almost. Peter: One down, one to go.
Free!
Wait, Peter? Peter?
Naxx: Well, congratulations, little brother.
Did he just… Christ, my head hurts.

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I am fucked up
Haw!
I am really, really fucked up
Clyde is missing his right arm.
“You are fucked up and it’s hot out.”
Not any more! Boink!
Cassandra is missing her left arm, or is it her leg?
“You are fucked up and a demon is chasing you”
Or did she say ‘was’
Static
Dirt in my mouth
Felix is pulling my hair
“Get up! Get up! Ms. Juliette’s buying you time!”
Silly imp. You don’t buy time.
My mouth hurts.
Not any more! Boink!
I go to lift myself up.
I fall on my left-hand face.
My left-hand face?
I should not call it that anymore as I do not have a left hand.
Haw!
Clyde: You are fucked up and it doesn’t feel as hot and the monster is not chasing you as much.
Cassandra: It does not hurt to breathe if you do not want it to breathe.
But I want to breathe.
Clyde: If you do not want it to hurt.
I don’t want it to hurt.
Clyde: I will think the monster is not chasing you but he will hurt you if he catch you.
There is no one else around me.
My legs get sore again.
Not any more! Boink!
Haw!
I am safe and alone.
I have used my compass that I cannot seem to find.
Boink!
The pool feels very nice and cool and I enjoy it very much.
Naxx!
Not any more! Boink!
No, wait, he’s still here.
I should tell him.
I like it when it’s cold and dark.
Peter: So do I.