Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left...

So... an.. update?

Not much to update really anymore is there?

I created this as a simple journal to chronicle my awesomeness in the creation of the Construct.

Look where I'm at now.....

Sigh...

Okay.

I'm thinking I'm somewhere in the vicinity if Ayrshire.

I met a 'family' member.

He stabbed me.

So I'm thinking I'm fucked on that front.

It's not in my head.

I AM older.

But not much.

Still going to keep that age thing secret though.

Only clue is I'm not the age of a sixth grader anymore.

Also, images.

Oh fuck the images.

I don't know if I'm finally going insane, or something the Construct did but I'm getting this pretty fucked up images playing in my head.

Doesn't matter what I'm doing, I tend to zone out for a few and argue with myself.

Which also means I gotta admit to the voices as well.

Never had to deal with voices since I was eight.

Sucks that they're back.

Especially when they're telling me to do 'GOOD' things one second like save a baby from a fire, then telling me to do 'EVIL' shit the next second like stabbing the baby in the eye with it's mother's bloodstained spinal column.

Gives me headaches.

Anyway. I'm going to keep walking.

Gotta find SOME way out of here...