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What could I expect but another fiery beginning of a sure-to-be masterpiece. Around this time last year I read Monster 1. It seemed to remove me from the world and place me in that stream of nightmares interspersed with reality, filled with death, torture, and that mysterious force called sin. I am so grateful to you, Camaro, for writing something so powerful that could do that to a person. I am religious, a Christian in fact, but was determined not to cringe from, judge, or condemn bloody descriptions of torture, sacrilegious statements by characters, and various other shocking acts of violence. I try to keep in mind that your graphic style, poetic and cruel, has a purpose and a message that can only be delivered through brutality and profanity. And I find the same is true in this chapter.

Beautiful introduction. Very interesting abstraction from the actual DBZ timeline, talking about ...Sin? the birth of Sin or Satan? Don't know. But very moving, the curse of the mirror really makes me think. And the last sentence about emptiness.

This chapter seemed to have it all--gore, brutality, sacrilege. It seems I have accumulated practice at reading your stories, so no cringing, no judgment. Just appreciation and gladness again that you have explored psychological justifications sick people like pedophile priests use for their own actions. You always bring up a view that I have never thought of before, and you make me realize just how messed up people can be. It is especially significant I feel because these kinds of people are common, and we hear about them often, as opposed to killers like the pizza man or the priest of eyes. It is easy to confine those kinds of psychopath murderers to works of fiction and horror movies. But pedophile priests? On the news, in the churches, still molesting children and getting away with their unbearable hypocrisy. I am glad you chose such a character in this introduction. He was human, guilty, idle, until his world fell apart and he realized he could not escape.

I love the line the altar boy says at the end about mommy and daddy not hearing. Immediately I thought about how it connotes that God the Father is not hearing, even after the priest prayed so fervently to be delivered. Apt ending to that man's life.

The altar boys crawling along the walls and ceiling remind me of a monster from Resident Evil 2 (the movie). But altar boys are so much cooler than zombie monsters.

I absolutely love it when Goku says "shit!" I can imagine all this playing out as a movie. That's where the viewers heave a collective, nervous sigh that there's just a bit of humor in an otherwise shocking, piss-in-your-pants introduction.

Thanks again, Camaro, you never let me down.

OMg...... Wow.... that was so graphic. I liked the intensity of it. There didn't seem to be much of a pause, either in the Priest recollection of his past doings or the horrific dream someone else had of his history and happenings.


WHOOOT.... LOL... I am glad you couldn't wait.

*pops open the champagne* it's a big night for both of us, baby! We've (or rather you) been planning this for a loooong time.. ^_~ but we couldn't let THEM know, huh?

Ahhhh..the last part was perfect.. and the first part was sad.. it reminded me a whole lot of Shelley's Frankenstein. :/ The monster and the child and the death of the pureness. Sigh...

Was it Goku who woke up after having a vision/nightmare? Will it be again told in his POV? Oh, cannot wait!

Yes, everybody already told, and I’ll just repeat, but anyway: the descriptions are wonderful! So detailed that just simply sweeps into the other world.

“For emptiness can never be destroyed, killed, stabbed or slain. It can only be filled.” Oh, that one…makes one take another look around.

I like this. I want to know what happens!!! Very nice shift from the priest being your regular nice old man and then him actually being a child molestor and a person who doesn't want to help like... People screaming. It's like watching your opnion of someone take a slow downward fall, with little jolts here and there. I like it. Very sad that the monster accidentily killed the one nice person. =( The only connections with the original Monster so far seem to be at the end, with the craziness. Also the priest, seeing as there were priests in Monster I. And the literal Monster! Craziness! Eeeeh! I can't wait to see where this is going, it seems like it's too early in the story for me to make particularly useful comments. But anyhow, I'm thinking this is the beginning of Sin? Perhaps?
There's a few spelling things I saw (rapped, somewhere), but the writing a great return to the whole style of Monster. Ah, refreshes all those memories. =P
Anyhow, YAY for UPDATE!
Toodles!
PS. Hope your flying grooming supplies don't do anything too crazy... O.o

Great. Love the imagery, however disturbing. I don't know where you're going with this but maybe just maybe it's Trunks this time? Ony because at the end of Monster you said his eyes were calculating and not Gokus (or something like that can't really recall), maybe I'm getting ahead of myself! No matter, because this is great! I still love Fathoming Love though... but anything from you is spectacular.

Thank-you again!!

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Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Awesome First Chapter. You said it was something to be proud of and I agree. I couldn't decide if I should have ran away in fright or give in to the childish notion and say: "He's Baaaaaaack!" Really, I can't wait to read more. Its always inspiring when a writer gives you something to think about, hell, or even 'pause". Show's that you give people plenty to think about.

~Kenya

Dreams... who's to say what dreams are... fantasy... reality.... a gateway to another dimension? Or is it retributions way of telling you that somewhere down the line that you've been royally effed?

Julius Ceasar's wife was warned in a dream of his upcoming demise.... the soothsayer warned him also... Beware the Ides of March, but did he listen? and worse he failed to heed his own advice...surround me with Fat Men... for thin men's eyes are too close together and thus they are lean and hungry...murderous, ambitious...I do not trust them... And so on the fifteenth day of March... one very shocked ambitous Emperor Wannabe consumed by the monster Imperious Immortalus Deus: Emperor of Rome, strode into the senate... and was stabbed to death... betrayed by his thin eyed ambitious friend...who had been seduced by his own monster: POWER! And as he lay there dying on the cold marble floor of the Roman Senate, gazing at his hands covered in his essence, his life's blood, watching as it seeped out of him, soaking the floors of the chambers, his mind shrieking at the irony of his betrayal--at how they could do this to him after all he did for them, but all he could think of to say as his final words were: Et tu Brute? Et tu? [You too, Brutus? You too?]

I guess the priest now knows how Julius Ceasar felt.

Dreams... who is to say what is the fantasy and what is reality? Is this waking monstrosity we call life a dream? or is it the nightmare?

The only time the soul is free is during the dream...the dream is the reflection of the soul... the only time we have to see what really is.

Dreams...the final reflection of our minds....our hearts... our souls.... our ultimate yearnings...


Well that's a helluva way to find out that your boyfriend's back!!!