Post by Deleted on May 24, 2017 6:14:57 GMT
This isn't really a plotter per se, just a diary compilation cause.. WHY NOT.
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AND THE SUN WILL SET FOR YOU
AND THE SHADOW OF THE DAY, WILL EMBRACE THE WORLD IN GREY
Dear diary,
I couldn't sleep. Crimmy is, but I..
Fucking kill them all. Every last one of them. Slaughter them. Mutilate them. Pillage them in front of their families. Slit their throats and make them eat their own shit while they weep at the sight of utter chaos that befell the very haven of safety they call their homes. Their sanctuary, broken into and shattered into a million god damned pieces, and there wouldn't be a single thing they can do to stop you.
No, I think I've been caught up in a bit of stress. You see, for the longest while, I've caught myself in a rather troubling dilemma where I'd have to choose between upholding my family's name and honor, or walking a path that I carve for myself, and no one else. A path that would lead me to becoming a stronger witch, a more renowned witch. Perhaps the two coincided in more ways that I've thought about thus far, but-
No they don't. You're fucking lying to yourself if you think all you'll want to do is sit pretty and act like a moronic housewife. The goals you have may seem unattainable to you as of now, but you wouldn't know what the future holds. The grief that you'd cause, the terror that you'd force into the hearts of so many, and the unsettling bells tolling each time someone falls beneath your feet as the rest of the world wallow in grief and sorrow. Yet we all know they're only secretly praying that they weren't next in line.
- it is still so much of a hassle to choose. I do not wish to be wed off, even if it would bring the honor of my family to the highest of levels. I'm not someone who would sit contently and wait for things to be brought to me. I wish to be in the thick of things. To get my hands dirty, so they say. I could simply accept the proposal and live the rest of my life without another worry, but would it be a life worth living? A fulfilling time on this beautiful world?
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
You can't! You simply mustn't! It isn't prophesied! The threads of fate do not lead you down that horrid route, dear child. You must, you must you must! Continue on. Kill them all, for they are the sinners. For they, the ones who led you astray, wish for nothing but the sweet release of death. Death, destruction and DECAY, DECAY, DECAY!
Decay.. such a strong word. When our time on this realm eventually comes to an end, I certainly hope that I've left a mark before my physical form becomes one with the soil. I often do find myself wondering what becomes of us after our lives have ended, and our spiritual forms ascend towards the sky. Do we leave bits of our soul behind in places we've frequented? Are those what we call ghosts? Or are ghosts simply a manifestation of our fondest memories, or our worst nightmares? I wouldn't know. I have not had a dream since I was a child.
Rip off their guts and wrap it around,
Another man's neck so he couldn't make a sound,
He kicks and he squirms and he squeals though he's bound,
Until a plop! Aww, he's fallen on the ground.
Ehehehehehehee!
I should return to bed. My eyelids seem to be heavy, though my consciousness refrains me from succumbing to my weariness. Until next time.
I couldn't sleep. Crimmy is, but I..
Fucking kill them all. Every last one of them. Slaughter them. Mutilate them. Pillage them in front of their families. Slit their throats and make them eat their own shit while they weep at the sight of utter chaos that befell the very haven of safety they call their homes. Their sanctuary, broken into and shattered into a million god damned pieces, and there wouldn't be a single thing they can do to stop you.
No, I think I've been caught up in a bit of stress. You see, for the longest while, I've caught myself in a rather troubling dilemma where I'd have to choose between upholding my family's name and honor, or walking a path that I carve for myself, and no one else. A path that would lead me to becoming a stronger witch, a more renowned witch. Perhaps the two coincided in more ways that I've thought about thus far, but-
No they don't. You're fucking lying to yourself if you think all you'll want to do is sit pretty and act like a moronic housewife. The goals you have may seem unattainable to you as of now, but you wouldn't know what the future holds. The grief that you'd cause, the terror that you'd force into the hearts of so many, and the unsettling bells tolling each time someone falls beneath your feet as the rest of the world wallow in grief and sorrow. Yet we all know they're only secretly praying that they weren't next in line.
- it is still so much of a hassle to choose. I do not wish to be wed off, even if it would bring the honor of my family to the highest of levels. I'm not someone who would sit contently and wait for things to be brought to me. I wish to be in the thick of things. To get my hands dirty, so they say. I could simply accept the proposal and live the rest of my life without another worry, but would it be a life worth living? A fulfilling time on this beautiful world?
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
You can't! You simply mustn't! It isn't prophesied! The threads of fate do not lead you down that horrid route, dear child. You must, you must you must! Continue on. Kill them all, for they are the sinners. For they, the ones who led you astray, wish for nothing but the sweet release of death. Death, destruction and DECAY, DECAY, DECAY!
Decay.. such a strong word. When our time on this realm eventually comes to an end, I certainly hope that I've left a mark before my physical form becomes one with the soil. I often do find myself wondering what becomes of us after our lives have ended, and our spiritual forms ascend towards the sky. Do we leave bits of our soul behind in places we've frequented? Are those what we call ghosts? Or are ghosts simply a manifestation of our fondest memories, or our worst nightmares? I wouldn't know. I have not had a dream since I was a child.
Rip off their guts and wrap it around,
Another man's neck so he couldn't make a sound,
He kicks and he squirms and he squeals though he's bound,
Until a plop! Aww, he's fallen on the ground.
Ehehehehehehee!
I should return to bed. My eyelids seem to be heavy, though my consciousness refrains me from succumbing to my weariness. Until next time.
