[Midworld Behavioral Center]

It has been some time since I have voiced my thoughts.

Long story short. I am now legally barred from possessing a Chitter account.

Ok.

Been reading this 100 year rise shit, and it's pretty good.

Latest arc was kinda eerie?

Idk something about the dead dude next to the black bear, and the creepy noble in the nightynight forest, this author is weird, kind of creeped me out. Don't really know why. This Aaron guy is pretty cool. Kinda like a Marty Stu?

That's alright. I need a bit of power fantasy. Not that I personally don't have any right now, but it just feels like I'm constantly putting in effort and getting smacked repeatedly in the face you know?

Like this place is openly hostile to me. Constant, constant feeling that I don't belong. I mean I am a foreigner I guess, but this is different.

Ah, yes I'm at the ""mental health clinic"" you know adult daycare. I could leave, but free cigarettes.

Well not free, free but if you're nice the others share.

A while ago I told you. Yes you! You imaginary fuck!

I told you I was working on a thing. You don't remember? Well, you're imaginary so shut up.

I call it the Infinite Entertainment Mechanism. Have you ever heard the words: mental gymnastics?

Yea! So I thought what if I just do that, but on purpose to produce dopamine! It fucking worked! Feel like I could kill and eat god!

Daemon dude thinks that the pills are not working. Well you turned into a goo to avoid the responsibilities of being human, so blah blah blah.

Way it works is uuh:

Right, you know what an image is. Basically you take one and focus on it. When you can tear it apart and recreate it 'perfectly' you have now created the perfect image. You stuff the image full of concepts, and emotions, and ideas, and delusions. Mostly delusion. Just like reiterating a thing you want to believe until you believe it! Genius! Eventually you reach an overflowing bucket point and you have a completed image-construct. What if there's a bigger bucket? Shut up! This image-construct you can then use as fuel, or justification, to create impetus, and do stuff With this newfound energy you blow up the Chitter headquarters. Though I get the feeling I've once again corrupted parts of myself to keep living through endless struggle. [Redacted] Fuck you I will not fall to this dogshit reality! Who the fuck do you think you are? God, buddha? AAAAAA. I'm not going till I say so! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't gouge your eyes out? You draconic turdling barbarian fucks! Oh just live a normal life where you have nothing, and everyone hates you. Fuck off! If you're gonna hate me anyways you're going to have to eat it. Oh, I do no work. It's all my fault. Individually, as a guy who had no say in anything! AAAAAA. No work? No work? No work? I'm not a bitch, and I'm not cattle! You think I can be milked? I pride myself on never having had a use in the first place!

These pills make me angry. Not the concept of them. They literally make me angry. Is anger a positive emotion? Need more data.

Let us say that, hypothetically, I did blow up Chitter headquarters. 7/7 a spiritual experience.

After some odd occurrences within the Midnight Forest, and the acquisition of a floating palace. Arrin, Emma, and Jonas, the crown prince, were making their way back to Summersong city.

Arrin was standing alone at the edge. Watching the world flow by, he recalled his journey here. It was arduous, and he doesn't want a repeat of that. When he finds that dragon-masked fuck he's going to beat him to death.

Still. He got lucky. Who the hell just carries a small amount of heavenly tribulation inside their body? Monsters.

He needed to train harder. If a guy so unskilled in combat had such a power, he didn't want to meet someone truly strong just yet.

The palace was made of white marble, and attracted a lot of attention. No one bothered them due to the royal guards that had returned from chasing some crook who had insulted the prince.

They failed. The prince knew he should have caught him himself, but he had more important matters. Like succeeding the throne sooner rather than later, and helping to stamp out the rebellion on Subardos.

They did have legitimate concerns, but violence is never the answer to your political problems. You’re right Jonas, violence is often the last resort. Especially when your enemies are both more powerful, and complete cowards.

That secret nightclub had powerful immortals in it, but they immediately ran away as soon as Co-Revolutionary General Oscar, having taken a page from the last Revolutionary General, re-appeared from the void fully formed, and with a new attribute!

The revolutionary spirit! Unstoppable, and inheritable. This attribute allowed mortals, and near-mortals to awaken their inner light, and be a legitimate threat to Empire.

Originally discovered by the oppressed races, and refined by a quadriplegic goblin, Freddy Karx, it had been heavily suppressed after it caused a ‘monster revolution.’ It failed, but the hope remained.

…

A nonmountain mountain sat silent on a piece of land surrounded by water!. This was a deserted island.

It was a non-mountain because it was actually a complex made to look like a mountain!

Within this complex there was a cultivator. A familiar one. This complex was his reward.

Arrin sat in meditation. He was to ascend to Wizard!

He reached deep into himself and saw..

…

Arrin flew through the skies in a rage. Thunder and lighting struck the earth. Cracks appeared in the air around him

He was the world's most powerful non-archwizard, and he was pissed. He'd just witnessed Emma slaughter her brother Jonas in cold blood.

Arrin had his disagreements with the man, but ultimately he believed his heart was in the right place.

How could the Emperor allow this to happen?

Why did the Emperor allow this to happen?

…

Lio Parrd, the leopard man was a humble farmer. He didn't do much during the day, and at night he liked to sit and watch the stars while drinking a nice beer.

The stars were certainly out tonight.

The Chosen Thunder Hero, The Co-Revolutionary General, the Subardian Guard, and the Immortal Sunset Emperor were fighting over yonder in the skies.

His rocking chair squeaked and squeaked. It would be annoying if it wasn't something he had already been used to. It was comforting. Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Reminded him of his grandfather.

Grandpa would sit on that very same chair, and share coconut scrapings with him. Good times. Good times.

A flash of light covered the skies. The battle was reaching its apex.

A tear streamed down Lio's cheek. "Don't you worry about me paw paw I'm doing just fine." He smiled a bit, and sipped his beer.

A pillar of lightning struck down, and someone was annihilated from existence.

The night quieted down, and the stars could be seen again. Subardos had become a hopeful, energetic place after the revolution.

Lio sat and watched the stars.