Odd Balling

I am an idiot. A blundering, ninny, nincompoop.

Why am I these things you may ask? Well let me tell you something.

This isn't a romance, this isn't a lucky story. I am alive only for one purpose, to explain to the world that these people, humans... uh... things...? are not your soul-mates, they aren't your true love, they will not, not kill you because they love you on sight.

These things are murderers, psychopaths, and lunatics. They are not going to save you.

So, why am I still here you may ask. I have one sole purpose to them, I am to write about who they really are and tell the world not to mistake them as soft because of all the fan fictions.

And here I am, sitting in the middle of Geoff the Killer and Eyeless William, the Watcher and the Sandman hovering in the background, writing this to you. Don't be fooled by their fan fictions. Don’t be fooled by the stories you might read that depict them as lovers, protectors, home bodies.

These guys are killers, and they want your blood.

Well I guess more accurately, they want you dead.

This whole fucked up journey started one night, While I was out camping with my four best friends. This whole shit storm started with a small noise and a daring moment, a harmless thing really. I guess I can't say it was so harmless anymore...