The Unknown Origins: Introduction.

Protest of My Innocence

I am innocent. Not in the sense that I truly did not commit all those heinous crimes, I did, and I resent my choice in engaging in such a heinous lifestyle. Although it was desirable, and I was often very pleased and at peace with my existence, I constantly had to experience more, more gruesome, I had to watch and observe, and listen to the sound of someone life being ripped from their body, and cast away.
The infatuation with becoming the pinnacle of celebrity takes a ginormous toll on the mental state of someone. And this need to become something more than a pitiful example of ignorance, set me off on a course that would only end in my ceasing to exist - which shall occur in a small quantity of time.
Given this course, and given my approaching end, I am going to utter one last statement. No matter how vile you find what I am about to say is, please bear with me, as you will learn a great deal about the nature of a psychopath; and possibly, you can use this as a remedy for titanic amount of pain I, and those alike in nature, have and will cause. Here, ladies and gentlemen, is the final words of Noah:

My psychopathy, as you know was born from an extreme narcissism. I lived every moment craving immortality, not in the sense of living forever in the flesh or as a spirit, but as existing in the myths, the stories, the legends, the memories of all their that I affected with my rise to prominence, and my fall from glory. This narcissistic nature made my journey quite simple, as I could rise to celebrity without concerning a portion of my focus on the well being of others, thus, violence was an inevitable side affects of this.
But, my narcissism, my loathe of people, I was not born craving my notoriety. I was set out on a path by the people who told me success was impossible. That I was destined to be average, and to fall just short of basking in glory, that I would never truly live a day in my life in godhood. There degrading speeches made me loathe their views of society. Their condescension, their contemptuous rage, their vile commitment to making me accept the typical, standard future, it forced me to realize that if I could not prove them wrong, than I would be nothing, and I would exist in an inferior existence to the one they belittled me to exist in. I had none of this, I must clarify that at this point, if I was anything short of spectacular, I would resent every moment of my life to the point where suicide would be the only thing my despair would ever bring me. That lust that stemmed from this, that forced my hand, and it aided in the manifestation of my psychopathy. Essentially, what I am telling you, is that this psychopathy is not my fault. I am simply a product, a creation, a work of the people that degraded me, that forced me to resent society, to hate anyone that stood in my way. They created a monster that would do anything, no matter how obscene, if it meant briefly appearing in a thought of distaste. I was contempt with being hated, because being hated, meant being known. Therefore, I am innocent, as I am not the perpetrator, all I did was act on what was natural. The one crime committed here, was the condescension of myself for wanting to be something more than average, or "ok", or " decent", or even "good, but not great". I am a product of a corrupt society, and all of the monstrosities are the result of your mistakes, and your mishaps, we as monsters, we as narcissists, psychopaths, criminals, we simply act on what was designated by the circumstances. We are nature, and you created us, you create your own fear. I feel that a a good moral to take from this, you created your own fear, not me, you. You created the monster, I simply followed your request.