Hello all. In the studio with us we have Karen. (Hi all! )
For her presentation/introduction, I will ask her a few questions she will answer truthfully.
She's free to refrain from answering, if the questions makes her feel uncomfortable.

S: So, my leading question is; How old are you?'

K: Don't know. Whenever asked I get the number 17 in mind.
Possibly, that's when I was "created". When our body was 17.
It also fits that the only thing I DO recall from that year
is that our body started reading "Death Note", but other than that, it's all a blank.

S: I know that Kareem enjoys scary stuff. Do you as well?

K: What type of Scary?

S: Well, scary movies with monsters etc. Like, Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street.

K: I do not like monsters. They're scary.
I can barely tolerate the BuffyVerse vamps.

S: Oh, I see.
Well... what's your interests? Anything in particular comes to mind?

K: I draw. A lot. And... I CAN sing, though I usually refrain from doing it.

S: How come?

K: Because whenever I do, "Hyde" usually shows up.

S: Ah, HER.

K: Yes. Her.

S: Do you like religions?

K: So, so.
The good kind.

S: What do you consider to be the "good kind" of religions?

K: The "make love, not war" kind.

S: Hm, sounds reasonable enough.

K: .....

S: What types of movies do you like?

K: Disney. The old classics. Not crappy ones like "Tangled", "Little Chicken" or "Frozen" etc.

S: Why don't you like them?

K: The plot/story sucks - so does the style/animation.
Robin Hood, Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella, now THAT's style! *nods*

S: Actually, I agree with you on that one.

K: *Laughs* Of course you do.

S: Since you love Disney, what is your favorite movie?

K: Bambi, or The Jungle Book. The Great Mouse Detective is also very good.
Just can't decide which of them I like the most.

S: How would you describe your personality?

K: Happy.. sometimes. Sad... sometimes.
In general... don't know. Mostly miserable, I think. Or, lonely.

S: Do you like bugs, like spiders?

K: EW!! Heck no!
Beetles are all right, but spiders, worms and other nasty wriggling things? Bleh!

S: If you could wish for anything right now, anything at all that you would want, what would that be?

K: Ice cream - I'm hungry.

S: ...okayy... Not exactly what I was going for with that one, but all right..

K: Are we doen yet?

S: NO, well,.. I mean, maybe. Why?

K: This game is not fun anymore. I want food!

S: Ok, you'll get a pan pizza. Thank you for your time. It was kind of you.

K: Yeah, sure, whatever.
Bye! ^^

Hello, folks! I'm Kareem.
I'm supposed to tell you guys about me, some sort of introduction.
Pretty useless, I think, since I'm the best alter there is in the whole system,
and THAT is pretty much the only thing you need to know!

Oh, go away Zoe. I have Sirpa's permission to write whatever I want in MY introduction.
Keep your claws to yourself, dwarf!

Now.. where was I..?
Oh, yessss...

Name: Kareem
Age: I don't know my age, but that is another unnecessary thing.
Gender: Female (I prefer to think of myself as no gender. I have no need to be placed)
Hero: Scar (What's there not to love? He's devious, cunning, magnificent, beautiful and dark.
And most of all, he suffered great injustice. Is it such a wonder he wanted to take the rule of the kingdom that rightfully belonged to him?)
Favorite song: Be prepared (Norwegian ver.)
Ambition: To always be present, that is, to get out of that stupid hospital.
Hospitals are for weaklings and I am NOT wreak! You hear me?! I AM NOT!
What else can I tell you?

Sirpa has "allowed" me to be here as long as I comply to their rules.
So, Zoe, that stupid kittie, is nearby, just WAITING to chase me away.
*Sigh* Why can't she keep her paws off me?

I'm feeling much better today than I did yesterday, because it seems that Sirpa does want me to feel good.
I don't know whether I can believe what she says, but since she's willing to give me the benefit of doubt, I'll be generous enough to return the favor.
The fact that I have a much easier time to breathe is another point in her favor.
I also feel less angry than yesterday, though I admittedly still feel like I'm the victim of a plot.

So, yeah, I guess that's all for now.

No, wait... I'm considered to be Karen's alter ego, but I think that's a misnomer.
I am indeed her, but I am still NOT her.
Karen holds no power over me. She is like a bug, an ant in comparison to my grandeur.
The only one in the system who may be up par with my strength, is Zoe.
Begrudgingly I admit that she's the only alter strong enough to overpower me.
BUT fact remains, she's only the GUARDIAN of the system, while I am the GOD.
As the GOD, I should be respected, and hailed by the others.
Is recognition really that much to ask for? I think not!

Thinking back to our past, all I can do is regret it.
I just can't understand how I could call my mother those nasty words.
It's not like I meant any of it, cus I really didn't.
I didn't, and I didn't even apologize for any of it.
Perhaps that's why thinking back makes me nauseous?
But, I can't apologize now. I wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes and tell her how sorry I am.
It's too much, and I'm too ashamed of it.
And I know that the little girl full of naïvity I used to be would never have said or done those things.
It's like the phrase of a song we listened to yesterday; "so full of sin it's ok"

I guess I was just... angry.
I was angry at the world, I was angry at the teachers who constantly belittled me.
I was angry at my "friends" who spread false rumors about everyone
and by "everyone" I mean their own friends. Backstabbing liars, that's what they were.
I was angry at my family for "forgetting" about me.
They all had so many problems they forgot about me. I was left to fend for my own,
and then they had the nerve to act as if I was the problem.
I was tired to be forgotten and invisible to those I loved. So, I "hit" back.
I lied to them. I skipped school. I cheated on tests, just to piss the stupid teachers off.
I said mean things I didn't mean. I did all of that and much more, much worse.
I guess, I behaved that way out of anger, so I wouldn't cry.
If there was one thing I absolutely couldn't stand, it was crying in public. I couldn't stand tears.
Tears was a symbolism for everything that was wrong, and I couldn't stand it.
I hated that weakness to the point my head hurt.
But nowadays, it seems like crying is the only thing I can do "right".
I can't do "right", I can't do "bad", but "failing" certainly seems like a good idea.
What's so wrong about being a "failure" anyway?
I was born, because my parents wanted me.
*Laughs* Someone wanted me to exist! Can you imagine that?
They wanted me....
Even to this day, I fail to see why.

Hi again.
This is a memory from my early childhood. Not triggering per say, just makes me sad,
an apparently too sad and unfair for me to remember because I forgot about almost as soon as if happened.
I can't remember how old we (physically) were back then, but since our "IRL" brother was like 3 or so, we must have been around 9.

At the time me and our older sister was still sharing room, and had a bunk bed.
I was standing with my feet on my bed (I had the lower bed), and hold onto my sister's.
For reason unknown to me, she didn't want me there and told our brother to remove me from there.
He put his arms around me and pulled backwards.
I didn't expect that and lost my balance, and me and out me brother fell backwards, ofc I landed ontop of him and he started crying; alerting our parents that something was wrong and in the next second both of them were there.
Our father asked/demanded to know what happened.
None of us siblings said anything.
I felt very scared but tried to explain. Dad wouldn't even hear us out, seemed to think it was my fault and told me to go to bed (usual punishment when we behaved badly, to lie awake for hours not allowed to move an inch. For an over energetic child like me, that was plain torture).

What made me really sad about that though, was that No One defended me.
I figured then that, 'if this is what happens when I'm truthful, there's no point in telling the truth!'

Even to this day, I think our dad was wrong in not hearing me out properly, and punish us for something that wasn't our fault to begin with.
It was an accident, honestly!

//Sirpa

Hi folks.
My name is Sirpa. I'm 17 years old and my birthday is 21 April.

I might tell you more about myself later. Don't have time to do it now.


As for what I'd planned to write, it's minor details of yesterday and early this morning.
Oh, well, here it goes:


Well these past 2 days have been rather hectic, with a system too crowded and massive headaches.
Yesterday night, I talked to another alter for the first time. It's a wild animal, panther to be specific.
It's name is Zoe, but the gender is unknown.
It appeared as though Zoe didn't know, and I don't think it lied.
It didn't feel like that.
Zoe apparently works as an aggressor of sorts, could be a danger to perceived threats, but is harmless to the system.
Christy had a "sad with no apparent reason" episode, and so I tried to comfort her with Winnie the Pooh and Pingu.
It worked rather well, fortunately.
Today I learned the name of another alter I haven't spoken to before.
His name is Tatsuki.
I don't know him that well yet.
Ah, and on a happy note, my brother finally allowed me to reveal the first letter of his name to people outside of the system. It's Z.

So yeah, I feel rather tired right now.
Guess I'll need 3-5 cups of coffee if I want to stay awake today.