Chapter 1. The Signal Interrupts

I will when dreamworld is done,

Yur so cut when yur vengeful..

How long will you obsess about this.

Seriously, I have games to play..

While you spin my words? Hardly likely lady.

Nn Huck.


I know what it's like to be in 'abusive relationship'.

Those who 'turn easily' are red flags.

I am happy you have found both love and inspiration in your partner.


However, I hope that she is not subject to your fickle moods.

Indeed.

I kick my ass, not hers.

I promise.

Im not a bad guy, but dig all you want, you can even reveal me as while we were friends I told you who I was.

Your choice.

Goodnight seer.

Although the frequency was not strong enough, the fragments that remained began to spread like a virus. The finite rings of controlled disorder began to warp and spin beyond the normal waves of their form axis. The methods began to infect, first loosely and with no decided or recognizable pattern. A seemingly random but organized thought here. A loose interpretation of something simple but somehow grand and awe-inspiring in potential depth there. The subjects did not at first realize the validity or power of this pattern and thus it was often mistaken for insanity. But something was stirring. What had been a broad axe of bronze was beginning to rust and the tiniest signs of oxidation could be glimpsed and then felt. The logos was beginning to multiply.

What about verbally?

Words cut deeper...

who sent you, state your purpose.