Kept you waitin' huh?
Not many remember the old times.
Back then everything was so simple, Grimm destroyed settlements, Hunters destroyed Grimm.
Hell I was just a simple chef, making food for all the rich folk in Vale. Obviously I was lucky in that regard, a well paying job in the richest parts of the city, what more could a, by nature, unlucky person ask for?
Now, what am I alluding to?
What am I hiding?
Well, I'll tell you.
Everyone went crazy.
Okay it's not just that
People stopped Dying, Babies stopped being born, the Moon was made Whole, the Grimm just suddenly stopped giving a fuck about humanity.
Now, the biggest problem, was what happened just before all this Madness.
A hell of a lot of people died, specifically those without activated Aura.
So what happened after the initial chaos?
Well, rioting. The amount of times I got killed on that day alone are enough to drive most people mad.
And jokes on you, jokes on them, it worked, I left sanity after the fiftieth time my entrails were made extrails. It's been a hundred years since then. Things have settled down, mostly.
I traveled for a long time, going from mind melting wonder to brain destroying monstrosity. There are such Great and Terrible Things in this world, in places you couldn't get to with any form of sanity or mortality. The touch of the Otherside are forever marked upon my flesh, deep scars that pulse with painful knowledge, the formless beings that follow me endlessly, and eyes that see that which should not be seen.
So, what am I doing?
I'm talking to yet another figment of my shattered psyche, another being0 to just listen in this world that hates us. Maybe I should go back to Vale, there are people I still know there, people that won't kill me, probably.
I'll sit and stew on it with the ones that can reply, why would I make yet another voice to argue with?
Well, it's been swell.
I'll name you eventually.
They all have names.
The Scars.
The Formless Ones.
The Hallucinations.
Even you will one day be Named.
I gots plaaans.