Two men walked up behind me, shaking and sweating as they carried armor and my breakfast to their lord. MY breakfast. I had made that. I intended to die from it, he couldn't steal my suicide. I consented myself by staring at their shoes in a manner that would make anybody uncomfortable.
Defiantly, I made another seemingly insignificant decision. I looked up, just in time to see Zamorak taking a bite.
"Insolence!" He announced. My surprise slid down my legs to the floor, and then I felt a surge of pure pain, and plunged into black, black oblivion.
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Chapter 10: The Journal.
A few excerpts from my mind:
I am Zamorak. As a God, I view many potential realities at the same time. In essence, I exist as multiple people. Perhaps I exist as everyone, and don't know it.
I could even exist as people close to myself. Even relatives, which would explain why I don't like any of them...
I'm slightly depressed, now, because I just wrote that, and now reading it again, it appears that I don't like myself. But my counselor would have said this was a positive step.
That’s why he's dead.
Anyways, back to the issues.
In each of those realities, I limit myself, through imagination, and I entertain myself through toil, as well as pleasure.
In this instance, it had occurred to me:
Who can kill a God, but a God?
I mean, I thought I was invincible, because Guthix wouldn't have the balance upset, and Saradomin is a wimp and can't kill me.
But maybe in my mind, I can kill myself, as a different 'person'.
So I tested that. Perhaps I should have been more careful.
I don't want to be too careful, though, or I'll end up locking myself in a giant underground temple and calling myself Iban.
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There it is. Sorry to disappoint anybody if you were hoping for a new story. =p
24-Apr-2010 06:19:08
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