Confession of a Madman - The Crossroads.

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The pages of a madman’s journal have been copied and scattered throughout Almaris.

 

DAY ONE

THE CROSSROADS

“The present day I couldst withstand 't nay longer, the ferrum-weighted pull at the depth of mine chest, the wounds flush within mine back - but nay illness doth becometh of me and neither doth blade pierce mine flesh  - this is, like life itself, a morbid metaphor, for I - a descendant of Man, with a brief candle and dram chance for a meaningful existence, hath't experienced what I hath nev'r imagine, mine trust - defiled and molested.  The scheming aggressor, the vile rouge culprit? Mine very own fiance Rosetta  - for I hath't trotted onto my abode, drained and exhausted- only to discover that lady within comfort of another in our own cot. I writhe with anger, wreathed in melancholy, and so tonight - as I mustn’t face the witch, I sleep within the cellar.."
 

DAY TWO
DEATH

“The lady is dead - in the wake of night I found myself unable to catch but a wink, unable to forgive, and so I marched into our bedroom and put an end to that harlot’s existence, may god forgive me, may Rosetta forgive me..."

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“I am no longer Mytias, I am just another hound amongst sheep, so today has taught me.”


DAY FOUR
INSANITY
 

The handwriting had become significantly worse, once poetic tier script, now looked more akin to meaningless scribble.

 

“He listens not - Oh so profound GOD is not but a rich-man’s alias, just an unkillable entity for a pontiff to proclaim his utmost loyalty to, whence in truth their faith lie in gold-lined trunks and lowborn harlots - GOD cares nothing for a hard-working man, one who aims only to feed his own whilst serving the greater GOOD I had been raised upon - USELESS! MEANINGLESS! DECEIT. Now do I stand on my own rubble and ruin, with little but the pain and guilt which weighs me down with each attempted step - no hope, no purpose.. Today I will put an end to it once and for all, this will be my final entry.”


DAY FIVE
ENLIGHTENED

“At the crossroads - I found my calm, at the crossroads - I found my purpose..

Picture a man, on a walk of death upon a mountain, almost to break from the trail - a yellow tower stood before him, before he could speak - unfathomable limbs of proportions I can only relate to as that of a squid-like creature from folklore, reached out and entangled him.

Today - at the crossroads, I met a demon - He offered a favor, in return for a soul.

And so I asked for a purpose.

 

Today- at the crossroads, I embarked on my journey to greater meani-"

The pages end here with a bloodied insignia.

(ok gn)
 

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