I feel no guilt about burning that man's face. My only fear is that I was motivated more by a need to console myself than by a sense of justice. Why is it that I can kill with ease, and yet my blood boils at the thought of a rape ( Read more... )

It seems that just as one local crisis is settled, another has come up. Perhaps that isn't entirely accurate; the person who has taken it upon himself to disturb, threaten and inconvenience the populace this week was already familiarizing himself with the community before Phoenix was kidnapped, and unlike the Superboy clone, he is (as far as I can ( Read more... )

It seems like Phoenix has been abducted by the Superboy clone who attacked him previously. I'm not entirely clear on his motivation, but there are a lot of people here who would rather see Mr. Wright alive and in one piece, and it is my greatest hope that we can cooperate to rescue him before his time runs out ( Read more... )

The week has gone by better than the one before, aside from the trouble I caused in my attempts to protect Some and the others from what we percieved to be a threat. Why do I only seem capable of making bad decisions? Even when I have the best intentions, my presence only seems to foul things up in the Nexus.

I have decided to write openly on this matter because it is the only way that I will be able to know that my grief is honest. This may seem flippant or insincere, but I realize that I am so used to acting against my moral tenets that I can no longer be sure that my feelings are anything more than a construct. Do I even have the right to feel ( Read more... )

I don't even want to think about what transpired yesterday evening. As if the past two weeks havn't been distressing enough!

I can never let anyone find out; to hell with what he would do to me, the humiliation alone would be enough to make me kill myself. I really hope that things aren't actually going to get worse, from this point on...

After his designs on Georik ended in smashing failure, Otto spent the day laying motionless on an office floor in the Nexus Labs, one arm raised slightly in a defensive pose. By the time he recovered, the mysterious affliction that had robbed him of his conscience had fled, leaving him even less able to comprehend why he would have tried to ( Read more... )

I have realized that a great deal of my problems are the direct result of my loss of focus in recent years. How can I pursue what I truly want without know what that is ( Read more... )

That lunatic Osborn has shit on me for the last time. If I'm going to stay in this arrangement, (and it does have its advantages) I'm going to have to start making it work for me and not against me ( Read more... )

Otto's nerves held up for the first three days or so, but with friends to feel concerned about and the comfort he'd gotten used to, he found himself growing more and more anxious as the week passed, unable to concentrate on the menial activities that would normally have helped him through a period in Solitary. It didn't help that many of his ' ( Read more... )