So, inside this house of mirrors thing, I was shown information about my past. It was a horrific sight! There were murders, brain feasts and more murders. But the worst part was when I saw an old blog post that I wrote.
“NoOocoOoOOoOOoO!!!!” I screamed. The grammar was atrocious, but the thing that was really too much was seeing myself in a dress. My stomach churned as I ran outside of the reflection maze.
“What a wuss,” the speedy fellow with the knives commented. I’m not sure how I could hear him from so far away.
As I stared down at the puddle of my vomit, I couldn’t help but feel something was missing. Brain chunks? What? I needed to find out who I am, and that search led me here, to the Burnt Toast Diner.
“So, that explains it,” I said, “I’m a blogger. Now I see why I have no family or friends, but that doesn’t explain why I’m a murderer.”
I decided I should travel down to Midland, TX and visit the Burnt Toast Diner. Perhaps there would be clues there. But Samuel stopped me.
“Thinkin’ ’bout leavin’?” he asked. “Once a carnie, always a carnie. That’s part o’ the Carnie Code.”
Well, he had me there. So, I decided at the very least to postpone my trip to Texas. Besides, what little memory I had told me it was a terrible place. I had the strangest feeling that only two things came from Texas, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t a steer.
“I hope I’m not from Texas,” I sighed.
“Don’t we all, brother,” Samuel replied.
With the help of the Internet, I was able to find this website and log in to my Blogger account. Or at least what I think is my Blogger account. My password was “aikenrox69!”
“Can it be?” I asked the all-knowing carnie ringleader. “Is this really my Blogger profile?”
“Yes,” Samuel answered me, hopping down from the human cannonball cannon. He strode toward me and continued, “you are Sexy Sylar.”
“No,” I resisted, “That’s not true. That’s impossible!”
But there I was, in full Sexy Sylar regalia, right on the Blogger profile. It was me alright. I wonder if it’s still too late to be Nathan, whoever that may be. This Sexy Sylar guy gives me the creeps.