| Behind The Mask
What is it that makes a man? Is it the power in his hands, or his quest for glory, giving all he's got, so we can hear his story? Some would agree, other's not so much, but you're going to hear this story anyway! After a failed engagement and the outbreak in Malton, it could easily be said I was driven insane. Alright, I really was driven insane, there's no could be about it. Of course, it's easy to say that these events could lead anyone down a dark path, even a strong person such as myself. It's a path filled with many nights not remembering names of the countless people or the number of the drinks that it took to get there. In those moments of weakness, I stumbled into contact with members from the Legends of Darkness. A group only talked about in whispers in brightly lit buildings. The shadows had now become the enemy. Still, something was missing, something not quite right. Now, the search for answers starts anew. There's no telling where that will lead me, but I must continue forward. Besides, I found a new place to get a drink around here, so I can't stop. Strangely enough though, there's a bunch of dead flowers all over the bar....
I decided to start a journal. It allows me to let the craziness in my mind out, in a different way.
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