Sigh...reposting is a b!tch. Thank you Gambler for giving me the opportunity to do so!
First off, I'd like to say that RPGing here was a blast, well not at first but towards the end it was. However, this facade has to end, everything you people think you know about me, including those whom I have talked to on MSN, is a lie. A big, fat and very ugly lie and once I get it off my chest I will feel even better than I have in the past few days. Okay, onto the truth. Let me tell you all the story of a young boy named Vincent Monroe. Monroe was born with several genetic defects that were all wrapped up in one nice tidy package called MDD.
Because of his condition, Vincent would sometimes become so drawn to something that was usually fictional in nature that it would overwhelm his senses. His over-active imagination would take control and poor Vincent would be imprisoned in a fantasy world of his own making for extended periods of time all the while allowing a second personality of sorts to take control.
In later years, after nearly a decade or so of psychological therapy and with the aid of some helpful medications, Vincent thought he had overcome most of the problems associated with MDD and then a chain of incredibly powerful unexplained seizures destroyed Vincent's mind and restructured it. The deaths of three separate family members on three separate Christmas' didn't help much either.
So...Vincent snapped and he became so enraptured with ComicVine that he lost himself in worlds that never even existed in the first place. His sense of what was right and what was wrong became so distorted that during his time as King Hyperion, Vincent decided to create a little brother who went by the alias of Shadowstep and once he had fooled everyone into thinking Shadowstep was a seperate entity altogether he faked his death.
Of course...Vincent's mental health was in such decline that he came to believe that he once had a big brother and that all of the lies he gave out about his "true self" were real. Vincent died on the inside, his soul fell prey to corruption and his mind became the perfect host for madness. Vincent spent months manipulating the minds of others via the use of the Shadowstep persona and thus he was able to achieve things that in reality were more trivial than one could imagine. Of course at the time Vincent believed these things to be the most important things in all the world.
Believe it or not, Vincent's insanity was actually able to keep on growing and growing and growing until finally it had become a voracious metaphysical cancer that sought to consume more than just Vincent. It desired to take the sanity of others and so Vincent submitted to the will of his own $%^#ed up mind that he turned his focus on slowly but surely driving everyone around him insane. But then sometime last week, the veteran viner known as The Hunter did something that up until then no one else had been able to do: he undid eighteen months of corrupted mental reconditioning and freed Vincent Monroe, he freed me.
After all this time...I'm finally back to
and I plan to keep it that way until the day I die...no matter what it takes in order to do so...which includes shutting myself off from this site of my own accord permanently. I just had to get this all off my chest first and now that I have I feel so much better than I already have been feeling the past few days.