

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.
The form is damaged, yet to repair it feels akin to muddying a message. A curious sentiment, yet not an uncommon one.
I feel Thieves have a bad reputation. I, however, am I no no grand rush to battle the stereotypes.
Once again, the peanut gallery finds itself taken by penis delirium. Droll. #suggestive
The title nonsense is ridiculous, too. "Rage". Of course I'm full of it. Why would I not be?
You would assume that god tiering would "fix" whatever is "wrong" with you. Undo the scars, stitch back the broken parts. What a crock.
SBURB beat all the weakness out of my body. What that weakness was surprised even me.
Hero's journey this, character growth that. No one tells you what you're supposed to do if you come out from the other side of your so-called catharsis feeling the same as ever.
It's been so long since I ever had to exert those powers over another living being. Some part of me misses it. But at least I have my marionettes.
Tying the strings until the skin pales.
Seems I've logged on to some manner of site-wide pandemonium. Good, freak out, I've been bored.
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.






