So. This is purgatory, then? It has to be, because everything and everyone is falling apart. I don't know what to make of any of this. I'm not used to be the one hurting, and it's awful and.. and unfair. And I know how childish that sounds and the thing is that I don't care about if it does or not.
   I am Xaldin. I am the whirlwind lancer. I don' ( Read more... )

I can't seem to fall asleep. Perhaps it's the rare condition of events haunting, or the lack of my own scent in these sheets and pillows. Perhaps it's the colour of this unfamiliar ceiling I can't stop staring at. Perhaps it's just me ( Read more... )

I was never that fond of computers, but given the circumstances..
   Xigbar is here, and he tells me there are other of the old Organisation as well. We're all dead, but apparently there are living, or unliving, people from other worlds also. Given what little information number Two has confided in me, I can only conclude that this place - this ( Read more... )

Here's a message to everyone who friended this account when it was active on the 13thorgy community, or wherever else it's left it's marks: In order to avoid much confusion on your parts, unfriend this journal. It's being re-used by another person, friend of Irises, for another community. So please:
friend remove wind_of_despair
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