Oh my pie! I spend my free time watching animated kid shows (yup. Oldest of 6 and biggest kid in the fam) for a couple days and Evil's Revenge comes back! Give me a sec while I catch up and I will certainly post ASAP! 

The most amazing conversation betwixt Cockleburr and I. Italics Cockleburr! 

Ah my gosh why can't Mason and Katara just freaking KISS already???

XD

I'M CRYING SO HARD RN! I'm listening to the old Willy Wonka song 'Pure Imagination' Trap Remix. It's really setting the mood right now, hopeful yet dark. Kind of like your lost in insanity. Katydid, and Cockleburr I love your conversations! It must be deemed the highest of all high praises! KATYDID WHY? WHY?! KATARA NOOO!

Mason~

I stare blankly at Katara.

What. Wait! No. 

Had I been electrocuted? These pins and needles, where are they coming from? Why does my heart hurt so much?

Katara.

Why? Why am I so worthlesss? Powerless? I gave it my all, I tried so hard to help her. To give her the chance, the path, to let her love herself as much as I love her. You can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped. I should've realized, nothing I do could amount to anything. To kill your own sister? The kind of strength that must've taken, strength or weaknesss? I can never imagaine.

Madison. Could I kill her? Could I watch as the life drained from her eyes, her loving arms go limp? My heart lurches, naseua consumes my head. I could never kill Madison, she understands me in a way no one can. We share so many things, pain, loss, confusion, and love.But-but Elisha was EVIL, insane. However, Katara is just as insane, but in a different way. Though it appears she's becoming just like her, empty, cold, heartless. Is it possible to love someone with all your heart, who doesn't have one at all?

I can't move, I can't feel. The world around me blurs. I haven't been this empty since my dad died. I basically begged Katara to reconsider, why can't she just listen?! She complicates things so much, why do I keep falling in love with her everytime I look at her?! Wouldn't it just be easier to never love anyone at all? Then no one could hurt you, you wouldn't  be so attached to them. You would never really know pain.  I can't believe this. She went ahead and did that. How did the world become so messed up?

Failed.

I failed. I'm so sorry dad, I know you only wanted the world to be a better place. You believed in a better world. One where children didn't have to have to slaughter each other. I only wanted to live out your dying wish, but I can't do that. I'm not strong enough, nothing I do works. I really can't do anything. I'm going to die just like you! Lonely, cheated, and a niave child. We think we can change the world, we think we can help people, but we just can't. Dreamers have to wake up at some point. I'm past that point, I just want to sleep. Sleep forever. You are a liar father, you said I could be the one. The one to save the world. You told me I could be like Superman, Batman, all of the graet heros. I was five. You lied to a five year old. You are nothing but a liar.

I'm sorry Katara, I can't fix you. I was wrong. My body jolts with silent sobs. Am I crying? Tears fall, but then why, why am I smiling? Can someone help me? I'm so lost. So lost and confused. How should I feel? How should I react? I'm slipping, but from where? Where am I going. I don't want to loose myself, but I can't escape the envidiable. I thought I was powerful enough to not fall, but why would this..? Why would this push me off the edge?

I could kill them all. 

Kill them all so that they wouldn't have to suffer like this. No more sufferering, they could rest. Wouldn't death be better then to suffer like we do? We're just kids! Let us lie, put us down. Just like an old dog so we don't endure this hardship anymore. I could, I should, but why don't I? I could save them!

I laugh. and cross my arms. Taking a confident pose I blurt out the obvious, "We're all going to die. Slowly, and painfully." I say this so calmly, but inside I'm screaming. Calling out for help, why can't anyone hear me?

I return the stares I'm given, coolily. I'm broken though, I feel it. Can anyone tell? I start laughing again. Tears also appearing on the scene. Sudden pain sears inside my head. My brain is on fire. Boiling, bubbling. Melting to nothing. I clutch my head and groan in pain. I'm sinking, the thick goo around me thickeness. I'm struggling out of it. I can't break free! I'll drown! If I drown I'll be gone. Me. Mason Parks. I  won't be here anymore. My body will go on auto pilot. What ever I do or say, won't be me. It'll be the empty shell. The shock is sinking in. Soroundings, faces, sounds feelings, they are all going fuzzy. My conection to them is being severed. Will my body move, what will it do? Without me to control it, who will it become?

I think I'll just give in, why not? I mean what's the harm in not being present? I won't get feel anything, so nothing would hurt. Gosh, why does my heart sting? That's alright, soon I won't feel anything. Let the madness come, I won't be here. Gone. My mind and body are no longer one. I think I'll just sleep.

I wonder. Wonder, if I'll ever wake up again?

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Sorry, I know there is no action what's so ever. I really want Shadow Dragon to post as Cammwren. I don't want to make his character do anything without their consent. I just wanted to explore what it might be like to slip into insanity. Love can hurt ma dudes. (If this post is unclear, it's Mason going into shock. It finally all caught up to him. Hope that clears that up. ILY ALL SO MUCH!)

*Freaks out*

Oh my gosh

I am so

so sorry

I hurt mason

KATARA YOU JERK

Buggydid we just ruin the ship? IS IT STILL SAILING!?!? WILL KATARA AND MASON EVER ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE?!?! Well like. Mason is in love. BUT katara is so stinkin stupid. But at the same time, she's right. 

Also Roselyn's hand is broken/ burned, and Katara has a cut on her arm...Elisha is dead. What other physical injuries are there? Did I get them all?

Mason broke. I never thought I would see it. If someone doesn't do something WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE. We are the longest AND most depressing roleplay ever. 

If someone doesn't do something this: "

In the end, once we were all alive, my end would come. They wouldn't
need me, and I sure as heck wouldn't need myself. "So therefore, as a
message to my future self, I say good riddance...." I choked on the
quiet words, shutting the world off from me. Whatever was happening now
was beyond me.

If Cammwren stabbed me, oh well. " Is going to come into play sooner then I thought. *Protects self from the wrath of Cocklebutt*

Cockleburr said she was going to post in the morning, and I think Shade will post whenever she can/feels like it. 

We need to make a postive roleplay. Except, knowing me, I'll make another depressing character! I'm addicted to torturing my children.

I'm so confused where Marcia or May are at this point, so I honestly have no clue what to write. Last I checked, Marcia and Mason were somewhere together, and then.... yeah, I'm lost XD

Linds, everyone is in a room. They all met up. You really need to go back and do some homework. They found Katara. She convinced Mason and Marica to go back to the others. Then Katara came later. Ivory got knocked out, and Cammwren is the current threat. Madison just gave some speech about family and hope and stuff. Just like she always does. Then Mason realized Katara would brake herself so he tried to stop her. Said some setimental stuff, that didn't work. Katara fired anyway, and I'm pretty sure Mason lost it. What will Cammwren, or the others do? Now that's up for you guys to decide.

SHADOW! I am osoooossoo I scanned over my last post and saw that I said, "his". So sorry, it was so late at my house, and currently my mind was on Cammwren. Ever thought about writing, looked at something, and then wrote the thing you looked at? Yeah, that's what happened. Again sorry!

I don't know why, but going insane is so much fun to write! I see why you like doing this....ehewhehehhhMWUAHAHHAHAHHAHHAAHHA Katydid, did you mean to write Cocklebutt? This reminds me of the cowman! 

l'll post today, l'm just really confused. Who got shot? Cammwren? (if so, he deserved it, the jerk. If not, my gunshot wound research has all been for naught.)

It feels so good to write her name! Clover, Clover, Clover. I'm back.

Clover~

Mason stares around at us, eyes wild despite his crossed arms and thrown back shoulders, despite the confidence that he always seems to exude.

"We're going to die down here," he announces, "Slowly and painfully." How could Mason; confident, indomitable, brave Mason, be the one to give up? Mason, out of everyone. My gaze flits to Katara, standing next to him with pure anguish on her face as blood from Cammwren’s shoulder slowly inches toward her feet. Cammwren is curled on the ground, hands clasped over his bloody arm.

I hear a raw, harsh laugh and my gaze is drawn back to Mason again. Tears are streaming down his face, glistening as he sinks to the floor, hidden when he buries his head in his arms. They believe him, I see, as everyone’s gaze is drawn to him, like iron filings to a magnet. They truly believe we will die here, that there is no hope of survival.

“We’re not,” I whisper, barely audible, “We’re not going to die.” Even though everyone is still facing Mason, I can feel their attention trained on me.

“We are not going to die down here,” I repeat, louder, “We are not going to perish in this hellhole, underground, without ever seeing the sun again. We’re not. Don’t give up hope, everyone. We need to believe in the sun and the stars, because one will be shining when we come out. We need to believe in each other, because you are the fighters, you are the spies. You are the dreamers and leaders and the ones who are going to make a difference in this sorry, sorry world. Don’t give up. Keep fighting.

As long as we are fighting for life, as long as our hearts pump and our lungs have air, as long as blood flows in our veins and we cry and we laugh- we fight. As long as we fall but can rise again, we fight. We fight for life.

But if we do die, will it be because we gave up, or because we fought for life and the good of the world?

Yes, I’m a dreamer. Yes, I’m an idealist. Yes, I’m only thirteen. But, yes, I’m also the only one who hasn’t given up all hope, and I’m going to get my sister out of here or die trying. And you guys are coming with me.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. I believe this, and I know that as long as we haven’t given up, we can still escape.”