Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24954258-20151026041647

He found himself Walking down a lonely path, it was an ominous night, blanketed by a chill fog obscuring the grotesqueries of the mishappen path. The path was notably vegetated, and without a god, it was desolent, abandoned by all, and even through vegetation grew here, it was lifeless to an extent of absolute eeriness. A sence of adherent eeriness so prominent that it was bluntly repulsive in the utmost appalling manner, yet the man continued his travels of the path with an almost drunken ignorance in his solemnity. The night preserved this outlandish scene in all of its deranged features under the blindlness of the new moon.The only light was the blotchy stars, all in which were nearly blotted out by the fog, adding to the certain vagueness of the outline of the path and its surroundings. Objects where spread about the surrounding area, left and lost, like a bunch of broken, discarded dreams apon a horizon, which seemed to have no physical appearance in this realm. Once the vague outline of what since past left the field of sight it seamlessly dematerialized. Though the person was walking this path for an easly persievable ammount of time, it felt like an eternity, and the longer he stayed, the darker and more mishappen things grew. After some time elapsed the being noticed the sensational squashing of the lifeless bodies of the objects that once lay in the surrounding area of the now littered path. The thing that was traveling the path stared at these corpses, these objects, and as the audible snapping of the ivory bone sounded, the solemn appearance previously maintained was broken, not by grimace, but by a smirk. A smirk brought about by the discerning knowledge that it was responsible for all this, it left them here to be forgotten, to rot and disappear, to dematerialize from the minds of those whom once known them as they moved on with the rest of the world. He was the thing that left them here, he had left them here because they betrayed him, they left him when all he wanted was help. They did this. Degraded him when he reached out to them, turned him down, left him when he was lost... They left him here. They left him here to become this, and so he brought them all here. He brought them here so he wouldn't be alone again, so they couldn't put him down, and now there were all here, they could see what they did, but it wasn't enough. He had to show them all, to show the whole world his sepcial little place, and cleanse them, to make them see through his eyes, or to be erased and lost in a sea of corpses. This loathsome thing traveled deeper into the path, and more deformed, rotting objects appeared, being trampled on, and with every step, every crunch that roared in the silence, grew a wide, jovial grin of malevolence from the smirk. At the end of it all was the most sobering thing of all, a mirror, the mirror depicted the physiognomy of a gnarled, repulsivly abysmal monster, which was once an average human, a man that once had an average life like any other. He had a family, wife, kids, he had friends, and... A name. He had non of that now. They took it all from him, the path took it from him. The path took everything from him, the path with a single simple name. That name was Insanity. 