My Fault
Down, down, down the rabbit hole I fall.
I know why I am here. It's all my fault. There's no getting around that. My fault the lamp tipped over. My fault that I never warned my parents. My fault that I never helped them. My fault that my sick, twisted memories decided to play with my mind, and create this which I have trapped myself in. My fault.
Here I am now, with this scrawny Cat as my only true accomplice. I travel through the well worn paths that my mind is building in front of me, and I encounter a strange card sitting on a mushroom. To my surprise, the card is hostile. It comes at me with a weak pointy stick. I can already feel the long black-handled grip of my Blade materializing in my hand. Now this Card Guard will pay for my insanity. It is my insanity that he will pay for. My fault that he will die.
I swing the blade with a long carving stroke and the Card Guards innards spill out in front of me, as he becomes no more. I feel better. Their death is bringing me back. They will suffer for me. I meet another guard, and he is relieved of his head. I feel better. The killing helps me. I meet a new Card Guard; a Red one. He blocks my first swipe, but he is unable to stop the next one. He helped me more that the Black ones. I must kill. Kill. They will die for my faults. I kill them. It's my fault...
