Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Chapter I: Questioning Everything

I can't help but question my entire existance. Not only because of general wonder about life & death and such, but also because my entire life seems like a big joke. All my life sounds like some amateurish college student decided to write a book to impress a chick, thinking writing would be easy.

What is my first reason for thinking this?

Tell me if this sounds familiar.

I was invited to dinner at some famous rich guys mansion, along with several other people. That doesn't sound like every murder mystery ever now does it?

I guess there is one difference between me and the standard novel character.

I'm a fear servant.

What is a fear you ask and why do they have servants?

Fears are eldritch entities representing the fears of humanities and they tend to have servants to do their bidding. I myself am a nest, servant of the Convocation.

I was close to death, crushed by a car when the birds approached me asking if I'd want to serve them in exchange for being fixed.

What else could I do?

Aside from that my life has in general been one bad novel after the other. Even right down to me having a name that doesn't even fit with the rest of the characters.

My name is Sev.