WELCOME TO MY WORLD...{SUCH THAT IT IS} I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE MYSELF...MY NAME IS...
I AM A HUMBLE SERVANT OF THE NIGHT, AND ALL IT BEHOLDS. I WALK AMONG THE SHADOWS SO THAT I MAY NOT INTRUDE AMONG THE LIVING SOULS WHICH I CRAVE TO OWN.
THIS IS MY ATTEMPT AT HUMOR I GUESS...?
THIS IS MY HOME AWAY FROM HOME...THE PLACE I DWELL IN SECRECY, AND IN HALF LIT HALLWAYS WHICH HOLD ALL KINDS OF HORRORS...I WAS OF THE CLAN SA...(SOUL ASSASINS)... I WAS A PART OF AN OLD RACE OF VAMPIRE, TO WHICH HAD GAINED MORE FAMILY MEMBERS THRU THE COMPUTER. I WAS SA-4 WHICH IS FORTH IN THE ONGOING GENERATION OF WHAT WAS TO BE THE MOST LOYAL OF ALL THE CLANS THERE ARE. AS BEFORE STATED I AM DYSPAYRE..AND THIS IS THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE SO FAR...as i remember it........
It was a long time ago, if I may think harder it may have actually been in the december or november of the year 1995. I was allready well versed in the shadows games, and was learning this new toy called ...THE INTERNET"...as I so happened I was feeling in a particularly depressed mood, to which I wanted a well suited name to be known by...as I sat and pondered on this ... The only name that would open it's doors to me.... was
despair.
as I was not liken to this name the way it is normaly spelled, I chose the way I now use...D*Y*S*P*@*Y*R*E*. With this new name, and the common attitude to which it implies, I set out to make a heh heh name for myself. As it would happen, there was a carpeted floor in the room to which I started my new quest... as I touched the keyboard, i was slightly shocked. The spark from that moment, I assume gave the charactor of DYSP@YRE the life it neded to make the souls of the internet cringe...
As this new found horror on a keyboard, I sought out the nightly beings, those to which I would have a connection to. Some I found to be quite dark, while others I soon found to be fake in all respects. Therefore I chose to engulf myself in the normal "right of passage", that most seem to engage here on the net....SEX.
As a dark soul, I took on the role of the ferry man. He who would take you across the river styx as you were traveling from the living to the world of the eternaly dead...albiet for a price. Many fell at my hands as the usual envious cretin would challenge my standings in confortable surroundings of a chat room I inhabited often. They were...in a way, a test. A test of my endurance to this realm that I so heartily engrossed myself. I followed one nightly place to another to get online to meet the denizens of the darkness, whom would become my friends. The daylight hours were never really available to me, so on and on I assumed the nightly taker of virgin souls, as well as their fragile new minds.
Soon after long hours into the mid dawned hours, I would become as a real vampire. Shunning the light to sleep, wasting away in the darkness that was some library, or dark room. As I grew to become well known in certain areas of the net, I soon outlived the usefullness of some of these areas. In effect... I got real tired of the chat rooms I chose to be in. as there was an influx of young, and uninterested children, who could care less of the needs of the dark.
I migrated to the realm of chatropolis. As ever there was an abundance of sexualy starved, beings who welcomed my dark shadows. I welcomed the women into my cold embrace often. Soon as with anything I do, I grew increasingly tired of such trivialities. Soon again, I felt the need to wander elswhere. I ended up at the door of the
.
From there after a while I was asked to join the clan of E.P. which is etrnal predator. Finally , after all the years in personal turmoil as to where I should remain, wether in the light or in the welcomed shadows, I would have a "home".
At the last minute......I was DENIED that which was offered to me in kindness, and honor. It was all I wanted to be. I felt hurt, angered at the inept at which I was thrown away like a tissue...I secretly vowed my revenge. But I have learned that feelings at the end of anything are usually not the same as time has passed, and so decided to just let them die in my heart and in my mind, and forget. As it turned out...the darkness and those who dwell within it, had pity on me. I was led to the halls of HAVEN.
This is where I remained as a clan member of SA. I did not know at the time how much this would mean to me. I'm finally in a family that respects my need for the shadows, and that of the need for a "home". DIABLO made me. As his son , as well as a member of the clan SA I have duties to my new friends, and family , as well I suspect to the halls that hold us safely within it.
E'en tho I am new in this, my new family, I am still the old me, as well as a completely new creature of the night as a clan member of SA. Therefore, know this....I will be in the rafters...dwelling in the darkness that makes me feel safe. It is said, "beware of the quiet ones"..this is true. But...I am still a vampire at heart and on behalve of the souls of all those I devoured over the years, I bid ye welcome to my darkness, and of course...
"BE AFRAID... BE VERY AFRAID"...
Time passes...and thus... Alas... it seems that e'en the most loved ideas are still at the mercy of others.. I am no longer of SA. It had been said that my loyalties were not that of to be worthy of the clan. So.. I shall seek other adventures in this dark unforgiving world, that I call home, and that welcomes me no matter where my true loyalties lie... I shall ,as always,.. live on in the minds, and fears of man..."as all things die, so do all things live... except for me"
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