may 24 2015
May. 24th, 2015 11:26 pm
God I am in so much pain.
I'm Jemma. I'm still getting used to being "my own person," but... it makes me strangely happy. There's a glitter of light down in my indigo chest that glows when I'm like this. I'm happy. I'm alive. It's weird but... it's nice.
Chocoloco is here too. He's always with me.
I'm updating I guess because no one else got called out. I'm not sure why I'm here.
I... these people, they say they're the Archivists? want me to write about what happened today. But now that they're telling me what it is I don't really know if I want to.
Choco says write it... why? Because you have to. For the good of the System, I guess, although it's no good. Here goes.
There was a hack this afternoon. Garrison (the teal-haired Archivist) says it was one of the people who's going through the Leagueworlds
Who the heck is going through the bleeding Leagueworlds.
Someone. We don't know.
There's an infection spreading. This "obligation" is riding the wave of numbness the current social fronters have, the ones who exist "only to please" and who therefore do not have a solid identity of their own, or a sense of self-preservation, or health or joy.
They're literally killing us is what you're saying.
Essentially, yes. Pardon me, but do you want to do a Xanga?
Heck yeah, but-- no, never mind. Whoever's in the body is too bloody tired. One of the sad people.
I'm too tired to type for anyone. my head hurts and i'm sick scared quiet and hello, why am i out here
the body is sick? i'm not sure how, it's very hot and it hurts sick in a lot of places. the feelings are hard to find but they are awful to feel.
It's protecting Overload from them. All of us, maybe.
The numbness doesn't do a bloody thing. Numbness doesn't do anything but make us not care about the pain. And by 'us' I mean the devils who have been staging as us for the past few months now.
Everything hurts and I am getting very scared, the body shouldn't be this sick al the time, what is happening
good night we need to stop this and go back to ourselves we're getting distracted sorry