((Holy moley, how did this happen?! Well, nonetheless thank you all for actually following! I don’t know how I attracted so many of you over here but I’m grateful and excited for it! I’ll do my best to keep this blog alive and fresh, and hopefully I’ll get those portraits done! [Oh God I’m so sick of the smell of oil paints, weh]
Thanks again everyone! <333))
(( I got one complaint about the second picture not moving so if you want to see it in motion here’s the gif! The file must have been too big and I can’t make it any lower so this will have to do! ))
Even the fog in London isn’t this… unsettling, even on its coldest nights. Would I sound insane to say I already am missing Brennenburg? Then again… the atmosphere feels just about the same the longer I stand here.
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At first I thought perhaps I had been the one leaving the pages scattered about, but why would I drink the amnesiac potion just to remind myself of all the awful things I’ve done again? It would defeat the purpose of all my hard work, wouldn’t you agree?
I then imagined it must have been Alexander, for he had sent his servants to steal my journal, which I recalled in the guest room, making it seem like he obviously wanted to torment me with these entries that would make me recall what a monster I had become. But when he spoke to me in the machine room down in the Cistern, the baron sounded so surprised and confused as to what I was doing down there! As if he had forgotten that my curiosity to unearth any lost memories of mine would come into play! More so, he didn’t even know I had drank from the amnesia mixture too, leaving me to be the only possible suspect again!
It really is a puzzle I can’t solve. In conclusion, I haven’t the faintest idea, sir. It isn’t like I was in my right mind before losing my memories anyway, look at where I set myself to start in the beginning of my journeys! The furthest spot away from the Inner Sanctum! Could have saved myself a lot of trouble if I had lost my memories in the nave or something, couldn’t I? (Then again, giving myself some credit I might have been trying to distance myself from the wandering servants sent out to find me). Either way,I wouldn’t be surprised if I had been at fault at ruining my own plans…
Anonymous…I’m sorry a what? Is that some sort of…gazelle? I don’t hunt wild game, I believe Herbert was more fond of that sport, so no, I can’t say I’ve met a “gamzee”. Further more, I don’t know what “Homestuck” is so I can’t very well say.
