Sunday, July 3, 2011


I know a lot of you were worried yesterday.
Nothing like you guys were implying happened. Not at all.

I don't know if What I saw was real but I... I wanted to be sure.

You should all know. Its important. And it’s probably going to get me killed.

So when Glyph actually grabbed me I fought him off and we got into a scuffle.

I pretty much kicked him in the face and broke his mask.

And it fell off


One side of his face was scarred over. A burn scar.

The rest of it was..

It was my father’s face.

It… it was him.

It was unmistakably my father.

And I ran.

I fucking ran as fast as I could away from him.

I can’t do this right now.


  1. I'm... not sure what to make of this. I can think of a dozen reasons just offhand why this could be, but until he makes his intentions clear, not to mention until you have a handle on your emotions, it's probably best to steer clear of him.

    Just... take some time to come back to yourself. At the very least, we're all here for you.

  2. I am so sorry. We're here if you need us.

  3. Maggie, darling, don't be so scared.

    Tell them. Tell them about the end of the journal. About how I started to except Him.

  4. Glyph, for a supposed genius professor, you certainly don't spell very well.

    Leave her alone. Can't you see she needs time?

  5. My apologies. It is a bit difficult to type sometimes on this phone.

    She has plenty of time to decide. I am not pursuing her further at the moment. I want her to decide on her own what she wishes to do.

  6. How about you take in a nice tall glass of shut the fuck up, Glyphosate. You hurt her, father or not, and I'll hunt you down like the dog you are, and then I'll take what's left of your soul and BREAK IT.