The sentiment is appreciated none the less. And yes. It wouldn't be a long and arduous tale if I stopped there would it? This is where we get into the "I wasn't quite as prepared for life as I'd wanted to be" portion of the story, because as much as I wanted to control myself. And as much as I wanted to believe that I could. I really couldn't. I took a dip into the dark pool that was considered 'off the deep end', giving into what could be called a very grimdark situation. I won't go into great detail, but essentially I allowed the ancient ones of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors and all of their minions grant me power. Or perhaps they were simply using me as a vessel of sorts. I'm still not completely clear on this fact. But I was out for revenge. It was a bit of a painful process. Not physically, but emotionally. Because on my way for this revenge, I ran into John and was unable to tell him the fate that had befallen not only my mother, but unfortunately his father as well. And it was a long walk to the crime scene of having to deal with his chipper disposition, knowing full well nothing but depression would surely greet him at the end of our 'stroll'. Of course, grief is always only shortly lived, and their murderer decided to rear his ugly head. Perfect timing, because I was in the mood to kick his ass, and no better partner was at my side to do it with than John. But as with all plans, it went horribly awry, ending in the temporary death of John (who, by now, had achieved God Tier and therefor had conditional immortality) and my very real death. Because of course I was only more enraged and foolhardy after he'd stabbed my friend.
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And yes.
It wouldn't be a long and arduous tale if I stopped there would it?
This is where we get into the "I wasn't quite as prepared for life as I'd wanted to be" portion of the story, because as much as I wanted to control myself.
And as much as I wanted to believe that I could.
I really couldn't.
I took a dip into the dark pool that was considered 'off the deep end', giving into what could be called a very grimdark situation.
I won't go into great detail, but essentially I allowed the ancient ones of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors and all of their minions grant me power.
Or perhaps they were simply using me as a vessel of sorts.
I'm still not completely clear on this fact.
But I was out for revenge.
It was a bit of a painful process.
Not physically, but emotionally.
Because on my way for this revenge, I ran into John and was unable to tell him the fate that had befallen not only my mother, but unfortunately his father as well.
And it was a long walk to the crime scene of having to deal with his chipper disposition, knowing full well nothing but depression would surely greet him at the end of our 'stroll'.
Of course, grief is always only shortly lived, and their murderer decided to rear his ugly head.
Perfect timing, because I was in the mood to kick his ass, and no better partner was at my side to do it with than John.
But as with all plans, it went horribly awry, ending in the temporary death of John (who, by now, had achieved God Tier and therefor had conditional immortality) and my very real death.
Because of course I was only more enraged and foolhardy after he'd stabbed my friend.