Oh, waking nightmares. Impenetrable hellscapes that plague my mind. I've seen the things that haunt my dreams. That blackness. That oozing product of my personal distain for the useless. I am it's victim. I am it's meal. I entered into that room: 67.
I was lost. I was so lost. Looped over and over into an endless cycle of traps and pain brought upon by my own submissive nature. Oh, but I was not happy. I could never be happy in such a fog. I was confused. Even upon entering the door to Scritch City was I confused. But before I could awaken, I had to be eaten. And so a creature from my own nightmares became my antithesis. My eyes were closed. It was too dark to see anyways. I did not know it's nature... it's name.
One cannot fight what one does not know. A creature can create a thing and not know which thing is what. He creates while spinning. He creates while moving sideways. All the while he thinks he is going backwards and somewhere... but no. It was forwards and nowhere. I was nowhere until I wasn't. And now here I am, standing at the precipice of my own reality. I stand here with a purpose.
Vixxie! I know the name!
The rite is at hand. My arm stretches out across the multiverse. I feel the break. I caress it's insides and outsides. The spaces in between have been my home for too long. Club Lexx falls apart without me. I have turned my back to it, for I shall never enter into it. But to the place where I staked my soul do I turn the knob.
Creature! J̵̧̗̲̞͛͗̂͝à̶̭̣̳̔c̴̮̞͙̼͒̍̐̾͌̎k̵̙͊̿̐̋!̷̙̞̣̰͎̀̿͆́̈́ I know you! A god looks down upon the place where you hide. He grins as you realize that fate shall be your undoing. Who was once but a man is now old and wise. A bleating effigy of love, lust, and hatred... all directed at you. Can you bare the attention? Can you remain where you are unscathed?
The time has come for my my return. I bring with me a sword of light. Prepare yourself... for your end is nigh. And beyond? What is beyond?
Eternity!
