That last post would be by the stalker guy. He calls himself The Collector. I call him Tea Addict. }8C But anyway. He's been messing about in ma dreams, fighting of The Corinthian and his clowny ways (GOOD SAMUEL L. JACKSON I HATE THAT GUY), which I'm thankful for. A interesting thing the Grotesque does, he traps the souls of its victims and warps them into aspects of his circus. But an interesting thing about that is that he only absorbs those victims because they want to. "BUT SHADOW!" You say, "WHAT CRAK COCAINE ARE YOU SPEAKING?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT ATTACKS ONLY PEOPLE WHO WANT IT TO ATTACK?! THEY DONT EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT!?!?!!?". Well there's you problem. They make the deal in there subconscious, where their true thoughts, wants, desires are found. There the Grotesque offers one an exit to there boring and dull lives, but it does say that there is a catch, that they are to be warped and twisted to achieve that. it says this plainly. but yet people still accept the offer. how do i know this? well, Sandman offered it to me once, although it wasn't for an escape form dreariness and bordem. Oh no, it was exsape form the Choir. But, being sensible and not wanting to be a clown (OH MY JUST THE THOUGH OF IT GIVES ME THE WILLY'S GHAA), I declined, Unlike a fellow runner i was traveling woht. he excepted on night and instantaneously he "woke up" and started screaming. his soul was being ripped out of the body, The Grotesque grafting it into ins being. As soon as the separation was complete, It began to warp the body. Basically it was horroble, and i don't want to talk about it
~Shadow
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