What have I done?

What in the world have I done?

I... think that what I've feared, ever since I first met him, has come to pass... I fear, that I have permanently damaged him... a simple change of alignment...

Whatever gods there may be have mercy on my soul....

I've been thinking more and more...

I never really came out and said to to myself.. but I realize just how cheated I've been by someone I never even met.

( Beyond is angst, centering on recent events... If you do not wish to be reminded of them, then don't followt he link. )

I'm the king of minesweeper.

Father was never much like grandfather or grandma...

He was more like...

...like him...

I was the last one to fall...

I was always sort of different...

...And that haunting laugh... so familiar, and I didn't understand why...

It.. it can't be...

No more falling asleep on top of my physics textbooks.

I don't like nightmares.

I. hate. People ( Read more... )

I'm still absolutely positively evil.

But I'm not stupid either. I knew what I was getting into.

And with a few swings of a shovel and a bit of lava, Metal Sonic is no more.

Sadly, illness interferes with my sense of triumph.

I've always wanted to do that.

Beating a robot to submission with a shovel while ill isn't exactly a good idea... But if it weren't for the "sick" part, it certainly would be fun.

The only person in this base who gets to take over the world is me! And we'll see how he enjoys waking up in a little room and having to rely on detectives to escape ( Read more... )

Note to self: gambling sucks ( Read more... )