My friend
A friend of mine started a legend on a website that celebrated all the best stuff on the internet. He began posting his own stories on a weekly basis. His first efforts were entirely fabricated, and they led people to believe that he had lived a rich and fruitful life, peppered with moments of sickening horror, brutal violence and passionate carnal lust. Some visitors to the site instantly took notice of these tales, expressing their dismay at tales of child abuse, bizarre musical concerts and the murder of unborn children. Others were left spellbound.

My friend's alter ego began to enter into their subconscious, haunting their dreams and featuring heavily in all of their wildest and most depraved sexual fantasies.

The hysteria surrounding this true legend escalated to such a point that my friend, his mind twisted by this unexpected reaction to his ramblings, lost all memory of who he really was. His identity had been destroyed and his destiny changed forever.

His writings became longer and more bizarre, to the point that they lost all of the original charm that had once won the hearts of so many and enraged even more. My friend was driven completely insane with confusion. He no longer knew what was real and what was not; what was funny and what was stupid; what was right and what was wrong.

When I last saw him, he simply cried out, "Woe is me! Look upon me with thine salty eyes and see this bent and twisted frame, but forget not the man I once was, for surely he is not lost, cast into the abyss!" And I will never forget his final words to me as I left the derelict building in which he still resides, a computer his only companion. The words still echo in my ears to this day: "I shall return! I SHALL RETURN!!!"
(stusut79, Thu 5 Jan 2006, 17:34, Reply)