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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 18, 2009 2:54:04 GMT -5
So it was I woke up in room 4 with no memory of how I got there and hardly any memories of what had happened the night before except for the whore, who had given me something but I couldn't recall what, apparently no cure for it..
I've made many friends, companions and aquaintences during my travels through this shell of a city. Something of a higher power controls this city, even a blind man could see that.
I have done things here I am not particularly proud of but something here has made me so much more different. Yes I have always had my psychosis but never to the extent that I have been commiting mass murders and eating practically everyone I've disposed of. This city is evil..
Also there was the dream. The dream where I was 12 again, the last house, the candy, the death. Who was he? Why would he kill children? How fucked is that? I need to look into this dream, I have to never forget about it. Something about it tells me it wasn't just a dream, it was something much more I know it!
I have made myself a home here with friends which I have made, harnessing my Voodoo powers. I'm pretty sure outside this city I was no witch doctor or anything, again it must be this city. Maybe if I put my mind to it I may be able to become a ninja afterall I do love the whole concept of them, like Voodoo..
Of all the friends I've made I know I can't be here forever, I'll never leave them for good but I can feel a greater purpose coming that needs seeing to.
'Till next time Mr. Diary....
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 19, 2009 1:33:51 GMT -5
The cannibalism. The desire to eat the ones I destroy. I have a theory of why I feel I need to do it. I must sound like I'm ranting on bout this but it is the city, what it has made me. It's almost like a vampiric thing I need to eat the ones I kill to feel normal again even though it makes me feel more insane. It makes me feel whole again when I do it though.
But while all these atrocities are being commited by me because of this place I have been able to see good in the most dark of people. Not for them, but for me. And it attracts me to them and makes me 'calm down' a bit while I'm in contact with them. For example, this DeAnne character, from what I've gathered she is a demon of some sort but something about her makes me condone to her whims. Also with Lain, a childish, timid elf girl. When I first met her she just seemed so innocent and helpless and anything could have tried to kill her, probably would have suceeded too. But I feel it was my duty to at least stop myself from trying to skin her hide.
Mr. Psycho.. He has introduced me to his underground fight club, deftly known for it being exactly what it's name suggests. Anyway, I get the feeling his only purpose of having any contact with me is that he wants to keep me psychotic and mindless, like him. Maybe so he doesn't feel alone? Maybe so he has an heir to his throne of some sort? I don't know because he hasn't really talked about his past much, then again no one really does here.. I have two choices here: 1: Carry on with how I'm going on my own and see where it goes from there, maybe understand my past a little more clearer. Or 2: Keep hanging around Mr. Psycho and indulge myself in the truly beatial side of my nature and become what everyone has always called me..... A freak.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 6, 2009 21:01:05 GMT -5
Dear Diary.
Today I found myself lying sprawled out on the street floor looking up to the sky and thought to myself, with all the hate, destruction and evil in the world there is still some good as the sky was full of design and colour. Mr. Psycho came and found me aswell, even though Mr. Psycho and I have had a few quarells recently I still think of him as one of my closest friends. Also I seem to have met some fine gentlemen I have not had the pleasure of meeting yet. He seems witty, friendly and ambitious a friend to be for certain. Alas that is all that has happened today for now. I shall write agin soon Mr. Diary.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 11, 2009 3:47:56 GMT -5
The funhouse is, to me, my greatest acomplishment here in Animus. I am a part of it and it is a part of me.
Without me it has no meaning, without it.... I have no meaning. Too much time and effort went into its creation, it is not just a run down old building or a factory of torture. It is in fact me.
That fancy man, he didn't hurry up and make his point so I walked away leaving him to talk with Mr. Psycho. I get cold feelings of danger, as if someone out there is out to get me. These aren't like the feelings I usually get they are more, I'm not imagining it somone IS out to get me. Something bigger than I've ever had to deal with in my life or time in Animus. So I have fled to my funhouse, more or less to hide. I will never show my fear I will go out laughing if it comes to that.
So arming my creations with whatever I could get them, there are all sorts of rooms to the funhouse now it used to just be a factory but now it is a fully functional mini city. It has everything I could ever need. And to have it destroyed would be like going cold turkey from heroin, I can't do it.
To all the people I have met in my travels, I leave saying goodbye and I'm sorry. Even if I do not die here I know I'll leave for a very long time and most likely never see any of you again. So again goodbye and thank you for being so tolerant. I won't ever forget the time I've spent here with all of you. I know alot of you probably have been waiting for this moment to arise and knowing this I feel only sorrow and sadness that that is the impact I left on you. Mr. Psycho, I feel you are the only one that truly understands me. Not that you knew anything about my past or about ME in general but I feel you can at least relate to the madness I go through and the reasons why so many here in Animus had to die for. You truly are my only friend.My only regret is that I never found out more about you. I can only wish you the best and that you acomplish whatever it is you are here to do.
I sit here now in my office feeling as though I'm writing my last entry. I can feel them getting closer. I would rather die than let them get their hands on this place. If they want it they can come and pry it from my cold dead fingers....
Much Wicked Clown Love Tommy Tyrant
p.s don't forget me............
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