westid

discontinuity started to rise up in my body as i felt the corruption make its way very closely toward the centre of my chest

flashing images of what was happening without the overlay barraged sporadically, and i didn’t steady my nerves by doing the countdown. i don’t know how long i’ve been here. where is this place? is it real or have i shut down my higher brain function, to trap my presence of mind somewhere constructed to keep me prisoner beneath

in one of the moments the rusty dungeon room, with plenty to catch and cut yourself on, i saw her face. the slow progression inside activated with the adrenaline and the decision i had made, and was still making an inevitable jouney but with a sudden pressing of haste

she doesn’t talk. i have more important things to do than tell myself exactly what i want to hear. who wants that shit when you still have fresh in your mind the disappointment your perfect permutation of what’s really happening – how it burns so bright and tempestuous in the fall back into the terrestrial atmosphere on re-entty

this blurry representation had me on the ground. i had no idea if i was restrained or not but i could not move. i saw her bringing the mastodon toward my face and lapsed out of this particular consciousness just at the point that the energy started to glow which is the way it looks as this medieval device starts to take from your body the pieces of your soul, so it can bind with them

only a brief moment after i could no longer keep my eyes open, the burning sensation reached my chest inside. bang. and it exploded inside me all over my body. such a burst … oh my god, this dark shade whooshed around as it explored and discovered the innocently unsuspecting and until now uncorrupted my body

when it reached my mind everything began to distort the course of my voluntary movements, and the corrupting bias that its desires to take control of me introduced to my now tainted propagation of free will and thoughts

this was a bad idea, and i began to despair and cry. while it went through all my instincts and my memories, i started to feel surge upon surge of feelings … moments where it uncovered yet another sensation that made me feel particularly tortured in any possible way. i began to burst out crying … “please, i will do anything you want just make this stop!!!” i had already weighed up the built in and overwhelming aspect of point of no return effect long before this procedure had begun

what i’ve been doing is going through some old books of spells and curses because i had found a rite of intercepting darkness, which uses all of the things taken from you by the mastodon – a raw source of dark corrupting energy – to fight against a cursed device, which is somehow itself a demonic overriding of your executive function

all the nodes of the device – which i sometimes call the key, have been activated in me and cannot be switched off. i don’t know why i would give the incantations of focusing and control of it to anyone, but having another determination, another spirit that has now spread everywhere in my body and took its own control is one of the weapons that i need to use in order to fight against it

a lurking presence that sometimes makes me wake up in a different place in my dreams, sends me messages like ominous electrical storms or – in waking dreams and by medium of the craft adept at hiding in plain sight, usually causing certain highly unlikely and prominent cirtumstances in the world around me, tells me that i will have to fight against it if i insist on bringing it out in the open to be studied and focused or controlled

i have not been a war wizard for a long time. but my field of vision can see darkness setting itself up around me for a long encounter. i must break free of the curse that’s beeen hanging over me for such a long time, because now it has ended some long meticulous period of construction and empowermennt. i know where it came from but i don’t know if i can fight it now that it has wrapped around my circumstances and started to blast me with a beam of evil energy

at least i have the hair this time for being a wizard. something that i have always wanted. but now i’m going to shed myself of the manifestations that a long and attritioua campaign of sabotage against me has amassed for long enough