The madness has become unbearable. I usually take pride on my ability to function and process information in a rational manner, however, my empathic bond with the sunfish Xerox had, embarrassingly, become too much for my consciousness to handle. The conscious termination of our empathic bond ended in Xerox's self-combustion, and left devastating scars on my psyche. Unfortunately, for reasons that still escape me, Phyraa, the lone priestess of Gaia, was unable to restore my sanity. The ghaa'ghu Scylla however, was more than able to restore my mental processes for a not-insignificant fraction of my hoarded gold coins. *splurt* I could not think of a better use for such meaningless minerals.
I have since replaced the *choke* void in my empathic senses with a sewer rat named Nitz. You may find some amount of amusement in my choice of a bonded familiar, but these rats are incredibly resourceful creatures. I have felt my own ability to learn and process new information increase rapidly over the past few days since we've bonded. I can only imagine my power continuing to rise in an exponential fashion.
Strangely enough, my experiences in the Spiderwood seemed to have changed the way my carculgnath prefer to defend themselves. Recently I have found myself experiencing the intense desire to flagthl Rheet-Luwud and inject it into my prey with G'phikt strunthlg. My recent emotional capacity has allowed me to derive a *splut* curious enjoyment in watching my prey succumb to the incredibly potent toxins I have been engineering. A most efficient manner of termination, if I may say so.
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