The Life of a Demoniac

Not a drive-thru demon; but, the  drive-thru demon. I'm not labeling an entire species (such as hobgoblin demon ) or naming a horde (such as Red Horde ); rather, I'm calling out a single demon, giving him a name that he shares with no other, as I intend to do with every demon I encounter that possesses—and changes drastically—the person they possess. Now, here's his face: My acquaintance does not have a green face, nor does her hairline recede to the top of her head (the three eyes are the result of an in-motion camera; even still, she has only two) I do this because they are the worst kind of demon, and therefore deserve the most attention. Just like everyone I've known who are possessed by demons, the demon that possesses my acquaintance ( above ) changed her personality dramatically. Bubbly, fun, energetic, lively, dynamic, creative, peace-loving were the qualities I assigned her the first time I met her and for years afterward. NOTE | I would say the sam...

Four days later... As soon as my account was restored, new Twitter users followed it in droves. My follower total is now above 10,000, and continues to grow at over 500 per day: [insert stats page here] 12 hours later... Less than 12 hours after posting the suspension of my Twitter account, my account was reactivated: Although I lost all my previous analytics data, I now have access to my Twitter account again 12 hours earlier... It started with a phone message left by a prank caller, "ordering" a cheese pizza; it ended with the suspension of my Twitter account, with which I had painstakingly cultivated a following of nearly 10,000 Twitter users. But, first, a transcript of prankster's voicemail, followed by the text conversation that later ensued: A transcript of a voice message, and the text conversation that followed As you can see, it took me a few hours, but I eventually realized that the voice message was a precursor to a demonic issue-in-the...

Apparently, it's not enough for a demon to just outright kill a man; they have to first take away his mental and emotional stability—then, kill him. I've said as much on this blog before, and I've shown some pretty good examples of how this is done (the five years of blogging about demons being, in and of itself, one such example). To do this, they try a demoniac's patience for decades on end before allowing the weight of a multitude of injuries inflicted upon him finally causes his life to collapse into a cold, lonely and hate-filled grave. This gallery offers a glimpse of both: the trying of his patience, and injury being inflicted. The following images serve as the inspiration for the third installment of sorts of The Desktop of a Demoniac [ see also The Desktop of a Demoniac II ]; they explain why I haven't posted much to the blog lately, while, at the same time, showing why I should post more. Total breakdown Just like the maniacal villains of com...