Am I Sick, or Am I Sane? Either way this is one messed up situation. Was I torn from my world deliberately by a cartoon unicorn, in order to fight her battles? Or has my disease finally gotten the best of me, creating an elaborate hallucination? Either way, I suppose i'm screwed. Ive been taken from my home, my life, and the woman I hold dear, and sent to a world where i'm not going to lie, I have wished to visit before. Whether that is the fault of my 'Master' or my own insanity I do not know. All I know is that I am GOING to find a way back. Even if its gonna be the last thing I do. Until then...I might as well make the best of my situation. My name is Atticus, and this is my story.