A wandering spirit comes to a fork in the road.

One path leads to Heaven,

 the other to Hell.

On each side of the fork lies two guides.

One is a pathological liar.

The other is forced to tell the truth.

How does the lost soul figure out which one is lying?

My regrets...

I decided to meet up with an old ex of mine.

Sweet girl. She loved doing all kinds of things~

Things were going great. I didn't mention that I had some what-should-be-fictional monster after me. Because, after all, Girl thinks guy's crazy =/= Guy gets lucky.

Just a tip to everyone~

Heh. What was I talking about?

Oh. Oh, right. Things could have gone a lot better.

A lot better.

She tried to be romantic by having us walk through this park. (I went with it. Even though looking at shrubbery is incredibly boring and not romantic at all. But whatever. If she was happy, good things would be in store for me.~)

He popped up. Standing in the clearing right outside of the trail to the woods.

Oh, my. How I really wanted to run off right then.

I guess I had some heart in me to try and protect her. If she survived, me running off would probably not be the best thing ever. So I'm a faux hero, in a sense?

Well, I guess that would fit more if she had survived.

Oh. Oops. Spoilers~

That woman I mentioned before decided to pop up again, though. It was nice seeing her as she was trying to bash my head into the ground. I think He's controlling her. (The bad mask was a major tip off! Seriously, that thing has a huge crack down the middle. Mr. Thin doesn't pay his employees well, it seems~

Let's not go into details with what happened next. But, ah. The woman I was with died. At least, I'm assuming she died.

Everything was a blur. The next thing I saw there was a pool of blood where she was. But there was no body.

Let's just assume she ran off for now~


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Oh, right, right! I have a question for you avid fans out there~

Who is this fine Snow person everyone's talking about?

What a fine evening, no?

Hello there! Welcome to my little corner of the internet, folks. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you all, but I'm fairly certain that I would hardly get along with any of you.

Truth hurts, doesn't it?

Any who ~ I guess you could call me Blayze. Never really understood how I got the name but it's stuck for as long as I can remember. I'm not going to say no to a name like that, either. Most people get stuck with a crappy nickname like Bob or Ricky or Johnny or Jimmy. I got a cool name like Blayze out of the deal. Who'd fight that?

Though there's always the fact that this lighter generally helps get rid of anything I need to get rid of.

Or light up a sick bong.

You know, whatever. Details, details~

Oh! I know why you're reading this. Don't think I forgot. I'm not stupid, unlike some people. Give me more credit then that. It's that recent predicament.

I must be Mr. Popular, because I've gained a fanclub. Made up of one person (I guess. I'm being nice when I'm calling her this.) and a thin guy.

I guess you really can't call that guy a person, eh? Faceless, pencil-thin guy with a business suit and tentacles everywhere isn't necessarily a person.

Comparing the two, I guess it's really easier to call her a person without saying I'm being nice. Ha. Go figure.

Huh. How long have I been followed? I think it's been a bit over two months. I decided it was probably time to go on a road trip about half a month ago.

Except she always shows up. It's reassuring, really. Knowing some things never change.

She. I keep using that nice little pronoun. Who is she, though? I'd give you a hint but I honestly have no clue. It's a mystery! Though I always know it's her. That so-blonde-it-looks-white hair that's kept into a ponytail (It'd be nice if she changed it up a little, though. Surprises are nice.), with her bangs hanging over one of her eyes. And those eyes. Oh my, those eyes.

Actually, it's probably a good thing if I don't get into it. Hehe~

Pretty sure that's all the bases. Name. Story. Fanclub. Uhh.

I'll save my drop dead good looks for another time. That deserves a post by itself.

Au revoir~