Saturday, 27 February 2010


For a certain amount of time, I cannot be sure of how long, Mania will be open only to those who can write on it. If I knew how to set a password, I would've done that instead but I'm not sure if it is even possible. And someone give me Tommy's gmail, I was going to add him ages ago.

Monday, 22 February 2010

Editors Note

For those of you who read Mania on a daily basis, you will see that I have made a few changes. This may be temporary, it may not, but it might change again sometime this year should most people want that. My followers count as 1 person, authors as 2 and Lord Zaros (me) as 50,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 people.

I doubt most people read this, but I might release a few notes about the Shattered World for those who still read it/ have faith that a new part will be out soon. Anyway:

->Black Row didn't use their nuclear weapons first; they didn't want to destroy the Earth.
->Yarofev was once human before an unfortunate accident.
->The story doesn't end with The Shattered World.

I'll leave you to reflect on this.

And a quick note: Master Tommy has deleted his blog, but the link to it will remain here as a memorial that doesn't really do anything.

Bye Bye Mr CherryWinkles

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

i don't understand how i've caused so much trouble, i didn't choose this. i never wanted things to be like this. i never knew this would happen.
i've made a real mess of all of this haven't i?
my feelings changed. how come so many people are in trouble now?
this is about two people. what happened?!

Tuesday, 9 February 2010

I feel as though i'm one drop in the ocean and every day i'm getting more and more diluted until i'm nothing but a wish-wash of what i was.

Sunday, 7 February 2010

Do you know My Mind?

Emptyness. Darkness. In front of your eyes, not a sight. Nothing can be seen through the sheet of pitch black. Then you close your eyes, and colours burn inside your head and, oh so slowly, a picture forms. Too normal for it to be a fantasy, yet nothing your living thought can revive from the past. long? One hour? Two hours? It makes no difference, you never remember until much, much later.

Maybe you try to fathom your mind, try to dig up that that is best left buried, hidden under layers of happy memories, sad memories, memories you never want to forget and memories that build your whole life.

You wake up. If you don't remember your sleep, you are spared with ignorance. If you do remember, it haunts you for many days. Then it dawns on you.

You didn't dream last night. You didn't remember your own past. You have seen the future.

Monday, 1 February 2010

the only water i could find to drink was full of pollution