Introduction

BEHIND SANITY 2008 EXTENDED VER. (TOYS AND TERRORS)

7 /4/ 08

Back in October 2006 when I finished this story off, I believe I mentioned that perhaps that wasn't all there was to the story… Well, I was right. The entire story is revamped (for the unknownth time since its beginning) and it's bigger and better than ever! (as always)

Here's what's changed:

New material in the first several chapters!

New chapters and adventures throughout!

New characters and expanded usage of old characters!

More toys!

More twists!

Extended final battle!

MORE INSANITY ALL AROUND! PASS THE TEA! TWO LUMPS PLEASE!

Completely new chapters will have a (NEW) stamp inside them, but there are all sorts of new things scattered about. Are you excited? I am. It's good stuff.

In order to make this easier for me, I've taken down the chapters and am reposting the new ones as I go along. As things are, my documents are a little jumbled (with all the new chapters), and sometimes FF gets a little confused when I post a lot of chapters at once. One chapter winds up in place of another and so forth.

As I'm posting, I'm still working on this extension, (mostly closer to the end) but I couldn't replace any early chapters and leave the entire story posted, because new events don't mesh with the old flow. New events need new resolutions. So, feel free to read as I go along, and that way the repost won't be such a load for you either. Chapter updates may happen as often as two and three times daily as I get everything sorted out.

Disclaimer and warnings:

This story has several graphic scenes of violence and sex, a bit of language, and material that will have you running off screaming madly through the night.

I don't own all of these characters. Some of them were created by Lewis Carroll, others belong to American McGee. But yes, some actually do belong to me.

I created the depth of this story's plot, but not the base ideas. Those belong to American McGee and Lewis Carroll.

Alice's Awakening

Wake up Alice. It's all been a dream.

"Let the jury consider their verdict," the king said, for about the twentieth time that day.

"No no!" said the Queen. "Sentence first – verdict afterwards."

"Stuff and nonsense!" said Alice loudly. "The idea of having the sentence first."

"Hold your tongue!" said the Queen, turning purple.

"I won't!" said Alice.

"Off with her head!" the Queen shouted at the top of her voice.

Nobody moved.

"Who cares for you?" said Alice (she had grown to her full size by this time). "You're nothing but a pack of cards!"

At this the whole pack rose up into the air and came flying down upon her; she gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon her face.

"Wake up, Alice dear!" said her sister. "Why, what a long sleep you've had!"

"Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" said Alice.

And she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished her sister kissed her and said: "It was a curious dream, dear, certainly; but now run in to your tea: it's getting late."

So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well as she might, what a wonderful dream it had been.

But her sister sat still just as she had left her, leaning her head on her hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Alice and all her wonderful Adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion, and this was her dream:–

First, she dreamed about little Alice herself: once again the tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up into hers – she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes – and still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive with the strange creatures of her little sister's dream.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood; and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago; and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

And though the shadow of a sigh

May tremble through the story,

For "happy summer days" gone by,

And vanish'd summer glory –

It shall not touch with breath of bale,

The pleasance of our fairy tale….

Selection is abridged and is taken from the final pages of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

Poetry is from Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll.