Prologue
My name is Konrad Heulen and I am 23 years old. But I'm not your average 23 year old... Or maybe I am and this, in some weird way, is normal.
Maybe it's because growing up I never chose to ignore those... Things...
These 'things' are what I call Othersiders. Othersiders look almost human SOMETIMES. Other times they are so twisted they look like the monsters out of horror movies if you put them in a blender with an extra cup of fear and a huge bag of fucked up. I encountered one so fucked its face hung like a pendulum and it's body was as if it's organs had been ripped out and tied to look like the rope it swings on.
I always hear this ringing in my ears just before I encounter the Othersiders. As if it is a warning. Only a few times have I been sucked in the their world.
Their world is horrific, that is, to say the very least.
But, anyway, that is all later to come in my story. For now let me take you back to day one. The tip of my own, much, twisted spear.
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The Tip of My Own Twisted Spear
HorrorWhat if the war you were fighting became as twisted as the world of another... But only you can see it.
