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No it was far worse than that. Why was it worse? He struggled to try to remember, make his thoughts connected and make one coherent word. Resets? He felt his body tense, bone grinding and scraping at this sort of thought. What was it about this word...Why did it trigger now? . . . . He opened his eyes bleary again with his head still cloudy and found a deep sense of dread as he now recalled what the thought Reset meant.

Sometimes it came as a wonder that he didnt just drink away the screams and visions of dust with numerous bottles of ketchup or actual bottles of liquor/alcohol. It wasn’t that he had never tried to do so before but it was more that it never seemed to do the trick. When things got rough he often just teleported or pulled himself through numerous AUs until he found himself gravitating through them without effort. The sensations of his body being weightless despite the glitches gave him the feeling of being escaped from the realities of his Hell.

It is an interesting subject, creating something from nothing but the magic and will within yourself. It is also a hard subject to talk about when there had been many failures through the crazed calculations and erratic fits of rage as well as loneliness. You take the time to delve into the depths of magic, the cores of monsters, the very beings and essence of SOUL...Its enough to make any monster become a bit stir crazy, off the handle, disconnected from the rest of the universe. Once you had found what makes a monster tick, what makes them up within the C0d3, ones view on everything in existence becomes question. Different. Tainted...