

Yoshiko Furusawa
@misplacedManikin
Truly, who cares? But, I suppose I should do the basic, unappreciated kindness of listing a few details. Thief of Rage. Puppeteer. Torn apart and sewn back together.
A rare instance of empathy. I know if someone dug my past up and started to parade it around where everyone could see, I would quickly and brutally begin to embody my aspect. It does not cause me pain any longer, but none of you deserve the knowledge.
I'm quite the fan of puppeteers.
Pride? Insecurity? No point in either.
Sometimes, a drip of pity leaks its way into my black heart. Terrible habit, really should stop letting that happen.
It probably isn't healthy to fixate on the time you nearly murdered all your friends in a fit of SBURB-induced frenzy. But I've never been one to watch my health.
-- misplacedManikin [MM] has uploaded an image! -- [The image depicts a featureless, unclothed wooden doll- a marionette, upon closer inspection- posed similarly to the painting The Scream. Flames are licking the bottom of the pedestal it is placed on, and the legs of the marionette seem to have begun to catch fire, as well.]
I have seen what is waiting for me in the event I pass. It is nothing but darkness.
My session did not go smoothly. But it is satisfying knowing I could beat any of my supposed "friends" into the ground.
The thing they don't tell you about SBURB is that the more corpses you start to stumble over the closer you are to the end.
-- misplacedManikin [MM] has uploaded an image! -- [The strings are cut, and hang limply by the arms of the puppet. The head hangs, but the arms still reach out. A soft, purple glow washes over the scene in this picture, only somewhat drowned out by the spotlight.]
-- misplacedManikin [MM] has uploaded an image! -- [Another image of the same marionette, from a different angle- It now appears to be reaching towards the camera. The puppet is covered in small nicks and imperfections. ]
-- misplacedManikin [MM] has uploaded an image! -- [The picture depicts a darkened room, the implication of drapery in the background, behind a table with a spotlight shining on it. The table is bare, aside from a marionette posed in such a way as though to be reaching for something above its head. The marionette is completely blank of any distinguishing traits, only bare wood and sectioned joints. The wires are barely visible in the light, though no cross bar can be seen, even in the shadow cast below it.]
Some of you could do with more strings on you.
I suppose it isn't all doom and gloom. It has been quite some time since I'd last had a new muse of which to base my arts on.
I thought SBURB was a blessing. Then I found out other timelines exist.
I don't wish death upon those who annoy me. Something far darker, instead. That said, had my powers formed in such a way that let me blow up the devices of those irritating me like some others had, this virus would cease to have been a few seconds ago.
Maybe lemmings would be more apt.
Basic survival instincts are not the forte of those among the sheep grazing on this platform, it seems.












