Schizophrenia? Has to be, it absolutely and positively has
to be. No other solutions could possibly fill it all in. My ability is
diminishing, as is my sanity. Allow me to elaborate on why this is being
written within pages today: This morning, the moment I woke up, I naturally
craved what any creature in this pitiful existence does; interaction. As a
non-Magus or adumbral figure with a surpassing agenda, I wasn’t destined to
spend copious amounts of time on study, practicing, or anything of the likes.
No, no, instead I was more inclined to simply socialize; sink in with society.
While I am not one to be superfluously anxious, I am one to be cautious, which
is why I make sure to choose which destination I take a voyage to is as
unthreatened as can be. Demons? Nah, I’m good. Invasions that require my
immediate assistance? Yeah, I’ll pass on that one. You know what I really
wanted? To simply rest easy within a tavern and intoxicate myself to the point
of dispersing of this desire to socialize. Ah, yeah, that is when I can truly
illuminate the room with my sparkling shine. Enough of the sarcasm, though, I
ventured out to sate my hunger for socializing.
The specific location I was going to enjoy thoroughly dawned upon me, but, for the sake of the story’s quality, I’ll keep it classified. Anyway, after my arrival towards the aforementioned location, and losing a few bits of my precious opulence due to the pricing of portals these days, I set my entrancing eyes of an amethyst vibrancy towards the closest tavern within reasonable walking distance. Naturally, I found the location to be infested and littered with copious amounts of otherworldly figures. Women as colossal as Vrykul, some individual sporting a dark crimson hood, as well as pulsating daggers of a tenebrous vibe. Now, while this may appear hyperbolic, my eyes don’t deceive me, nor shall my story-telling deceive you. Those two, whilst drawing and piquing curiosity, were far too sketchy for the simple conversation I desired. So, this meant my endeavors had been halted momentarily, but were hastily resumed upon reassuring my motives.
I arrived at the tavern, just like you do, and found myself to be boggled by the congregation of gregarious people; approachable figures. It was not to my surprise that were -indeed- some form of those daunting characters within the tavern as well, but they found refuge within the corners. How nice of them. Immediately, my eyes locked upon this utterly breath-taking creature of the Kaldorei race. Truly, a magnum opus of the holy creator above. Now, while I am no romantic lad, nor am I craving some form of happy ending, she seemed innocent enough to not reject my conversation. I ushered myself forwards in a lethargic manner, mostly for the sake of formulating a conversation plan whilst en route. I wanted to be spontaneous and cautious at the same time, essentially. She was thankfully sequestered, so I was able to clear my throat and evanesce of those pesky thoughts without any worry other than her rejection.
“Greetings, fellow member of the Alliance. You appear to be in need of some conversation, as melancholy branches off that of seclusion. What do you say you and I transmogrify our modus operandi into something more sociable, yeah?” I was totally nailing it on the head with my eloquence; perfection. For a moment, she seemed utterly bewildered; shocked, even. My lids slammed down repeatedly, as her own mind boggling was spawning the same affliction upon myself. Now, as if by abrupt corruption of my brain, some form of juvenile voice began bombarding my cranium. “Uhh… What did you say xd?”
My physique of a lean appearance began to quiver and shake, as I was truly feeling some form of psychotic pilgrimage towards insanity itself. ‘What is an xd?’ I thought to myself, a man of analysis and answers in life. After regathering myself, and making an utter fool of my reputation within the public eye, I sought to clear my mind of the inner turmoil and resume my quest for socialization. “Uh, hah, apologies, darling, it would seem my mind was playing some trickery upon me for just a hypersonic moment. Now, what was I saying in the erstwhile topic? Ah, yeah, I was referring towards the transmogrification of our modus operandi for the sake of bringing euphoria itself to the both of us. Well, maybe not euphoria to -me-, per say, but catharsis. It’s like a requirement for me, yeah?”
I made sure to
manifest one of my most pulchritudinous grins that could make all the Elven women
swoon from the mere sight. I even made sure to spice up my casualness with the
sparkling glory that was my enchanting row of pearly whites. It was clear she
needed to know about my excessive and religious brushing. Well, she simply did
-not- respond once more, but instead formulated an expression of utter
distaste. The repulsive look will forever stain my thought process; ruining my
future. Suddenly, I felt my brain start to click; pulsate. It was clear I was
about to endure another painful and abrupt interjection. “Nobody likes talking
to a walking Thesaurus, by the way. I’m logging off, as you made me not want to
RP XD! Hope you find someone who has the vocabulary of an English professor to
understand you hehehe.”
Liquids began to
sluggishly run down that of my divine countenance, splashing against the ostentatious
cloth that adorned my chest. Initially, the first part of the whispers made me
conclude the following hypothesis: That I was simply enduring a hyperbolic
manifestation of my own inner doubts, but the further progression made me
disperse of such a reasonable conclusion. The periodic forms of augmentation
towards disorienting words made me simply bewildered. Though, the woman and the
voice -had- to have a correlation, as she immediately faded into the morning
sky upon the perplexing voice stopping its assault upon me. I had to bite down
on my volatile emotions for now, though, as I was in public. Nobody can see a
man of such stature come to such a dolorous break down. Instead of maintaining
the lethargic pace as before, I sought to hastily augment myself to depart from
the scene sooner, rather than later.
Now that I’ve been rescued by my own means, I am able to surmise that the woman in question, the aforementioned tormentor of my own cranium, must have had some form of relation to the Old Gods. A disciple of the cretins below. No other explanation or elaboration can make me see reason to such a fact. I mean, she truly said meaningless dialogue, too, so what was the purpose? The objective? To just toy with me and turn me to insanity? Wouldn’t they want me to join their cause as a zealous plus one? Whatever it is, I’m finished attempting to sate my hunger for interaction. In conclusion, though, don’t talk to Kaldorei women that look far too alluring for the public eye. Maybe that’s the lesson you can walk away with. Yeah, totally.