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Tsayad's Journal - Entry 49 :
It's been a while since I last wrote here. I figured it would be a good thing for
me to write down my story before the virus consumes my sanity
completely, and of course before these damn justiciars write their
propaganda again in order to stop me. So here we go, let's begin...
My name is Tsayad, or at least this is how those who « created » me
would deign name me. I've been subjects to experiments, genetical
experiments, mutations of all sorts in a secluded lab god knows
where. Those who led these experiments had nothing human in them.
They injected all sorts of things into me, I don't even know what's
crawling under my skin, prowling in my blood, lurking in my mind.
Every day I feel more and more pain, my head's going to explode...
Back to the point, as you would expect from the millions of fairy tales already
out there, the poor prisoner eventually succeed in a sneaky escape
and live a whole new, free, colorful life.
Well that's why they're called fairy tales aren't they ?
The only color I see is red. Red from the blood that stains my hands. I recall that
one day I finally escaped, they failed to tie me correctly, I ripped
their tongues out, gouged out their eyes, smashed their bones and
made them feel the sweet caress of iron pipes on their skull. What is
funny is... it was all thanks to them, they developed my strenght, my
reflexes, cleared out my emotions. I feel nothing. Only pain.
Ceaseless pain.
Hope you like it
It's been a while since I last wrote here. I figured it would be a good thing for
me to write down my story before the virus consumes my sanity
completely, and of course before these damn justiciars write their
propaganda again in order to stop me. So here we go, let's begin...
My name is Tsayad, or at least this is how those who « created » me
would deign name me. I've been subjects to experiments, genetical
experiments, mutations of all sorts in a secluded lab god knows
where. Those who led these experiments had nothing human in them.
They injected all sorts of things into me, I don't even know what's
crawling under my skin, prowling in my blood, lurking in my mind.
Every day I feel more and more pain, my head's going to explode...
Back to the point, as you would expect from the millions of fairy tales already
out there, the poor prisoner eventually succeed in a sneaky escape
and live a whole new, free, colorful life.
Well that's why they're called fairy tales aren't they ?
The only color I see is red. Red from the blood that stains my hands. I recall that
one day I finally escaped, they failed to tie me correctly, I ripped
their tongues out, gouged out their eyes, smashed their bones and
made them feel the sweet caress of iron pipes on their skull. What is
funny is... it was all thanks to them, they developed my strenght, my
reflexes, cleared out my emotions. I feel nothing. Only pain.
Ceaseless pain.
Hope you like it
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