(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

My surroundings melted into a colorless smear, then slowly resolved into
what looked like the interior of a large, gray sphere. Across from me
crouched a figure almost identical to myself. His eyes flashed in the
half-darkness; a mad smile split his features. "I KNEW you would come..."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, don't you KNOW? Didn't all those FILTHY, LYING, THRICE-BE-DAMNED
JOURNALS tell you who I am? Those journals were so conveniently 'left' for
me when I awoke... those journals that called me an INCARNATION! Hah!
Burned them ALL, I did, all that I FOUND..."
"So... you're one of my earlier incarnations."
He crossed his arms and looked away, "If you put STOCK in such TRASH,
yes."
"What did those 'lying' journals say?"
"They spoke LIES, LIES, LIES and nothing more! Filth about a man who
forgets himself, other incarnations, of preserving their experiences in writing
so later lives could benefit... THIEVES! It's MY life; MINE! YOU ALL WANT TO
STEAL MY BODY, AND YOU WON'T HAVE IT!"
Oh god. He was insane. He wasn't the one I saw, wooing Deionarra with that
silver tongue of his. Those eyes were wild with the bending and breaking
that only a dozen planes of rattling thoughts and shivering marches could
bring. "Where am I?"
"Oh, THIS?" He gestured around him, snickering. "Just a little TRAP, is all, I
realized that KILLING you BODY THIEVES might not be enough... I might have
to TRAP you, ENSNARE you for eternity. You might have realized, by now,
that there's no way out of this sensory stone... your mind is locked here.
You'll note the rather SPARSE surroundings I've left for you... all to help the
MADNESS set in good and QUICK while your flesh rots away." He chuckled
evilly.
"I have some questions, then..."
My earlier incarnation crossed his arms and looked away indignantly. Save
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