[22] a dischordant note

[catatonicanon]

[This entry is FORWARD-DATED to October 24th. She will reply to this entry for a while before going to seek out Fugue.]

9:32:33
9:32:56

that was when my brother stabbed me
that is when i will die

23 years, 23 seconds, does it make much of a difference in the end?

i am renee. some call me mother. some call me bacon, or christopher walken, or charles, or cheese, or kaleidoscope, or cancer?, or canon, or any other name.

remmy created this world so he wouldn't have to face the music
so close as children, but i grew up
he never did

i wanted him to wake up
i thought it would all be over
_{I HATED THIS PLACE}
i hated his creation

all i wanted was to be left to die in peace
and not have to live out HIS delusional fantasy

i knew none of this was real, none of you were real

yet he is waking up, and it persists

reality no longer matters
all of you have gone beyond his dream
ALL OF YOU have become something more than his dream
you will have another chance

and i will take my chance to have my death

alas! my time has come
the song is coming to an end

the fourth and fifth floors belong to me
they will vanish

goodbye
goodbye
goodbye

goodnight, sweet princess

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[[OOC: This is a plain-text "translation" of the above entry; it does not appear in the journals and is just for ease of reading for players.]]

9:32:33
9:32:56

that was when my brother stabbed me
that is when i will die

23 years, 23 seconds, does it make much of a difference in the end?

i am renee. some call me mother. some call me bacon, or christopher walken, or charles, or cheese, or kaleidoscope, or cancer?, or canon, or any other name.

remmy created this world so he wouldn't have to face the music. so close as children, but i grew up. he never did

i wanted him to wake up. i thought it would all be over. I HATED THIS PLACE. i hated his creation. all i wanted was to be left to die in peace and not have to live out HIS delusional fantasy

i knew none of this was real, none of you were real- yet he is waking up, and it persists

reality no longer matters. all of you have gone beyond his dream, ALL OF YOU have become something more than his dream. you will have another chance and i will take my chance to have my death

alas! my time has come
the song is coming to an end

the fourth and fifth floors belong to me
they will vanish

goodbye
goodbye
goodbye

goodnight, sweet princess

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