One of me was over here. Some of me were over there. And there, and there, and with him, and with her, and ...
I was losing my mind. I only knew two things for sure:
- I need to pull myself back together ASAP, and
- Everything that the Cursed Magic touched was somehow tainted -- evil and devious and deceiving.
I even heard one of them talking, it's evil intentions cloaked behind promises of power and friendship. But, in my minds' eyes I could see them glowing a putrid shade of blue -- gaudy and attractive, but oozing with filthy intentions.
If I/we don't distance myself/ourselves from these cursed objects, I/we will become tainted, too. And the thought of a tainted, evil, powerful Imp was too much to bear. A hint of a shadow of a wisp of a song began forming in the deep recesses of my mind, creeping up my spine and oozing through my conscience. It wreaked of violence, evil, trickery, deceit, and blindingly vile madness -- and since it was inside me, I couldn't run away from it.
"NOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!" I/we screamed, and began struggling, scrambling, and running toward ourself -- seeking the self-centered geographical centroid of our being -- hoping to reunite us/me and fight this creeping disease spawned by the Evil Wizard's energy bolt.
