Johnny Epiphany by Mr. Graves  | TEAM: The Fallen |  | SECTOR: SCIENCE |  | KIT CLASS: Everyman |
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| Fight Record
League Wins: 6
League Losses: 2
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 6
Total Losses: 2
Hiro Yuudai - Win 9-5
Frank the rather large Kiwi - Win 9-6
Kismet and Sorrow - Win 11-6
Ghosts of our Past - Win 9-6
Contagion - Loss 7-8
Desiree Demona - Win 11-2
Bruce the Zombie Pony - Win 8-6
The Athiest - Loss 5-9
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 | Friday April 18, 6:59 PM --guess it was an epiphany, of sorts. I don't know what brought on this idea, it just... came to me today while I was eating lunch at the office. I hadn't really been thinking about it before; to be honest, I don't even remember what I had been thinking about, it just hit me, like a bolt out of the blue. It stuck with me all day though... I'll have to start off slowly, but I get the feeling that from this day on my life is going to be different-- Tuesday April 2., 7:13 PM --a completely new perspective on the world. Everyone in the office seems... more hollow now... that is, it feels like I can see right through them. Not that there's anything wrong with them, but rather everyone has always been this way, and I'm just now realizing it. Even me, but now something about me is... different. No one else seems to notice it, other than the fact that I've taken care of all of this week's work already, and that's not something they can really complain about. I think on Wednesday-- Fr.day April 25, .:07 PM --never really updated this journal, but I'm going to keep writing this down. After all, this is a pretty big change for me... I'm on vacation for two weeks, but.. you know, I might just not go back. I'm feeling pretty good about myself. Walked a couple of miles outside, no place in particular. It's amazing what's right under your nose, if you only bother to look-- | Personality: Wedne..ay April 30, 1.:.5 AM --incredible. What if I could feel like this all the time? It's pure... elation. I tried drugs a few times, back in college, but it felt nothing like this... nothing. That's the craziest part. It doesn't even feel like I've done anything. If anything, I've stopped doing things. I was supposed to go to the store yesterday, I'm completely out of food. Since yesterday I've just been drinking-- |
 | | Strength: | Standard Normal human strength. | Agility: | Standard Normal human agility. | | Body: | Standard Normal human endurance. | Mind: | Standard Normal human mental resources. |
 | No Tongue |
T.esday ... 6, 2:.. .M--empty. Why bother getting more? It doesn't seem necessary; I haven't had food or water for a week now, and I don't miss either. If I had done something like this a year, even a month ago, I'd be sick, maybe dead, but I look just as normal today as the people I run into on the street. At least, I think I do. They're all just shells anyway. If I look at them long enough I can see it, deep within them, suffocating and stifled. I want to tell them, to make them realize... but not yet. I still have to--
 | No Eyes |
S.tur..y M.y 1., .:.3 P.--while to adjust. I can move around, maybe tomorrow I'll take another walk. If I keep moving, I doubt anyone will notice that I'm not breathing anymore. I'll have to remember to turn my eyes towards anyone who addresses me; it's so easy to forget since I no longer need them, but people give me strange looks when I address them while my eyes are drifting around aimlessly--
 | No Nose |
S...a. .a. .., 9:.. .M--almost there. Even just moving around is a completely different process now; everything is so detached, so surreal. Little movements I would automatically, reflexively do all my life, don't automatically happen anymore, but I can still control them, still make them happen if I want to. It's strange, being able to control what I want to hear or smell, or to not hear or smell at all if I so desire, but control of movement is something I'm a little more used to. In fact, I think with enough practice, I'll have even more control than--
 | No Body |
.....y .a. ... .:.. .M--is it. I can see... maybe see isn't the correct word? The hand's writing on the page. It's my hand, but, it isn't. I can look at myself, sitting there in the chair, writing... no. Words are no longer necessary anymore, just like everything else from which I've become free. Part of me wants to tear out all the pages, but, no, that's not necessary either. I'll just leave it all here... I doubt anyone will find the body for at least a few days. I can come back for it if I ever want to, but, somehow I don't think I'll want to. What I want... what I must do now, is tell others of what I have discovered... what I have become. I am finally ready; this will be the best way to connect to them, as I don't even need a voice anymore, I can go right to it, inside their shell. I just hope they'll listen.
 | No Mind |
Monday May 13, 6:59 PM--just hit me all of a sudden, while I was listening to the professor's lecture today. It didn't have anything to do with calculus, though, I don't know what brought it on. I just know... this is it! It's time for some changes in my life. Maybe not all right away, you know? I'll have some free time to myself after the semester ends next week. I'll explain it more later--
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