#thebatterkin

Is it true? was I really just a mere puppet for a puppeteer to string along? a simpleton without the ability to move or speak on his own? left abandoned when the puppeteers actions caught up — forced to kill my friends and my own son, forced to become a monster — what a pathetic existence, isn’t that what you always whispered when you thought I couldn’t hear Zacharie?

Who am I now without my puppeteer? A man with no guidance, nor direction. I somehow miss the comfort of the strings lose around my arms, and fingers. The gentle tug and my legs. Who am I now without a guiding force? As shy, and weak, and paranoid fueled and timid as my puppeteer was...Somehow, I miss those comforts. The worry they had. They always worried. Heavily stocked on luck tickets, and jokers. Why did they worry? (1/2)

Hello. I am The Batter, a fictive of the game OFF. I mirror the cannon quite closely. I am in search of Vader Eloha, the Queen. I simply wish to talk for once. If this message finds you please interact with this post or contact the host blog @p2ii0niic . The host is in his mid 20's, we request only adults respond to this.