Engaging Murderfists

So I tried connecting into this other dimension. It didn't want me to. I didn't care. I'd never felt anything like this. The dimension was actively keeping my ass from entering it. It was the only explanation. I felt the brush of those damn leeches as I tried to get through, and with a bit of force on my part, they exploded into flame. The house smelled a bit like a barbecue for a while, but I wasn't complaining.

I saw our Slender Suit Wearing Tentacle Douche outside the window during one of our breaks. I didn't tell Ryuu. I just flipped it off and went back to work. When I ignored it, I found myself privy to an illusion of being stabbed by a thousand tentacles as the living room turned into a classic medieval dungeon. I shrugged it off, forced myself not to puke, and told Ryuu it was nothing. He was gone when I looked back out the window.

I'm not having a good day. I would hazard a guess that you haven't had a good day in nine years.

I finally broke through, and found myself in this place that Kay's stranded in. I couldn't move. The very dimension itself didn't want me in it. I could feel anger and something all too alien all around me. Trying to stay in it for more than a moment was like trying to breathe water. I coughed a bit, returned to my body, downed a bottle of coca-cola, and tried again. This fucking third degree broken down pissant Pain Dimension wasn't getting the best of me.

It's nearing midnight, and I'm a twitchy, neurotic mess. I can maintain a projection over there now, but moving around feels like I'm walking in a lead suit. It's slow, cumbersome, exhausting, and sweaty.

But I'm getting it down. I'm building myself up to a point where I can do this. I'm going to find Kay, and we're going to bring her back, and I'm going to murder the living shit out of anything that gets in my way with my fucking murderfists.

God I need more time.

Your plan with Weaver, Spinner, and Cutter really is quite good. You really do need to relax. Wouldn't you all agree?