Oooooh! A man of distinguishable ties with a diabolic entity! I likey, I likey! Would you like to hear a story, Mr. Fyre?

This is is the story of the past of Hysteria. A Hysterical Origin you may say.

Bahahamahaha!





On a dark and stormy night in the decade of hair metal, there was a happy family consisting of a man and his wife and their new baby boy. THAT'S RIGHT A BOY!

They loved the little guy and would rock him to sleep every night. They would rock and rock and rock that baby. They would rock him so much that he would eventually FALL OUT OF THE DAMN CRIB. THOSE FUCKERS.

Tumbling and stumbling the baby would fall, out onto his head until blood was drawn. To her feet, the mother would leap! She cradled the crimson-faced infant to her chest.

The father was awoken and to the hospital they traveled. Stitched up and bandaged, the baby was cared for. Unlike how his parents had deposited him.


But little did they know that the baby was changed, altered, and affected. His brain changed from cute and jolly to that of a deranged monstrous being. Revenge developed that... hahaha... changed his demeanor.

He laughed, but not normally.


He giggled, but not at conventional punchlines.





He chuckled, but only at jokes in his head.


The laughs...


Hehehe




They became...





More like hysterical outbursts.

From that day on, he counted the days... counted the minutes... counted until he could break apart from ruses set forth.



Over twenty years, he waited... poised... anticipated... until that day...



And the mother was murdered. In the dead of the night, his mother received the rightful justice that she deserved...


Fyre, was it? You now have three options.........

1) Join me. Lead a revolution against those that have done wrong to us. Burn away the faces of inequity and injustice with your hell-fire.

B) Become like the mother. Bleeding like a stuffed pig on the table of a famished homeless family.

III) Become like the father. Running like a bitch with his tail between his legs back to Daddy Pitchfork on Flame Island.

The choice is yours... but be aware...



Your fate is sealed.