DtheZombie

Manipulation, Depersonalization; Exasperation

This is it, zero hour. All my years of plotting have led up to this. I used to believe in something greater than myself, something guiding my actions toward this ultimate goal. Somewhere along the line I lost sight of that higher power. What replaced it was misanthropy, a hatred and lust for destruction. At a point I stopped seeing a real concrete goal and gained a wish to merely see the world burn. All around me “people” go on about their daily lives, completely unaware of the destruction I will unleash. Beneath the long coat I wear, I wear a heavy coat of explosives. These “people” are nothing but targets for the li

The tomb is like a home to me. I’ve been here so many times I’ve lost count. You see, I was a treasure hunter of sorts. Some would call it grave robbing, but I always saw it as "finding opportunity in an unpleasant place". It was a pretty easy job, I mean, you never really know what you’ll find, but jewelry and other keepsakes weren’t uncommon. The key was to go for the old tombs, that way if you did find anything you could be sure that some antique collector would pay big money for it. So you see, one day I was making my way through a graveyard, when I see this big, and by the looks of it really old, tomb. The thing