High Heavens
Legacy Name: High Heavens

Who would have thought that someone like me would end up like this? Sure, everyone admired me as an inventor. But now look at me; I'm a disgrace. This is what happens when you give too much to a world where the only thing that matters is money and fame. What a sad, sad world. I only shared my inventions with everyone so that I could make life easier. I never cared about anything else that happened to come with it. My friends were the ones that ruined me. I knew they were using me, and that they would get rid of me as soon as possible. However, I let it go on unchecked for far too long. I never mustered up the courage before it was too late. When I finally called them out on it, they called me mad and found some excuse to have me locked up. I don't even remember how they did it, nor do I care anymore. It was the consistent account of five people against one; me. That's all it took.

Now my only friends are my creations and whatever else decides to follow me as I travel through my new home: a dump. Well, I guess it's MY dump. It looks like it will also be my grave.

At least it's better than that padded cell they kept me prisoner in for three years. Luckily the guards were afraid of me, or else I would never have had the time to work on my plan of escape. It was really very easy to carry out once I formulated the actual plan. I guess my inventiveness is what really helped me in the end. I was able to snatch pieces of plastic and tableware from trashcans. During the night I filed the plastic into sharp points. No one ever paid attention to my actions. I eventually concocted a crude, but effective dagger of sorts. Well, I actually made a few just in case any were to break during my attempted escape. After gathering up my courage, I charged at a guard that patrolled the cafeteria. No one else was in the room, so It was easy enough to end his life without anyone knowing. I knew it would only be a matter of time before someone decided to come and eat lunch so I quickly dragged his body into a little alcove and changed into his uniform. I had been meticulous in choosing where to stab my prey, so luckily there was no blood on the uniform. I eventually reached an exit and took my leave. Only after killing four other guards and one nosy inmate.

I'm unfortunately in hiding right now. However I believe that they have stopped searching for me. They most likely think I just died since I have no where to live. I can't help but laugh at their foolishness. If one has the will, they can survive anywhere. Of course, my life since my escape has only gotten harsher. My only relief comes from tinkering with trash. You would be surprised at what some people think is trash. How does the saying go? Oh yeah, one man's trash is another man's treasure. This so called treasure still cannot fill in the gap that only another being's presence can occupy. Lucky for me I have my own assistant whom I saved from the brink of death. The stupid little creature follows my every command now. Jean is its name. He was utterly useless when I first found him though. It's a good thing he's made some progress under my watchful eye.

Madness is inevitable though, and even as I find my mind slipping into real insanity, I still find happiness in what my own hands are capable of creating. You could never understand how much pleasure I receive from creating something close to an actual life form. These artificial beings give me hope for the future. Of course, who would have thought that I'd really go mad after all? My mind is wrapped around the idea of revenge. Deep in my mind, I know the idea of revenge is trivial, but I believe it will be fulfilling in the end. I swear that I'll get back at those backstabbing, so called friends of mine. I swear I'll break them, just as they tried to break me. Once they experience rock bottom, I will pick them right back up and toss them down the well of despair again and again, until there is nothing left to pick up. They will wish they never crossed paths with me. The best part is that they won't even see it coming. All the pieces are almost in place as we speak. It's now only a matter of time before I am able to complete my revenge. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not so mad after all.