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This is a story...or rather, a tale of how one no longer associates a mask with strictly entertainment or performance purposes. A tale of how one looks into the mirror and doesn't see oneself but rather the mask that has fitted, cracked, and repaired itself to fit them. This is a story of how one can only take so much before they can't even be arsed to hold up the pretense of being masked. This a tale of sadness and pain and broken masks and how the ideals of repairing oneself is such a long and torturous journey. This is a story of how sometimes, one step forward leads ten steps back and things are never as simple and easy as we want it to be.

This is a series that was originally spawned from this prompt, but the author quickly realized that rather than one story, they'd be multiple stories that tied into one series. The author apologizes up front about the monster they have created. The author also hopes that the title of the series is creative and not at all cheesy because let's be real here, this series will rarely have cheesy moments.

→ Series Tag: ODSF:HHTS
→ Installment 1: ODSF:S1

1. Of Destruction, Saviours, and Fighters: Stage I [He]; In which you could consider this the beginning or you can consider it the end. Also in which dreams, masks, nightmares, and cracking makes for a bloody good tragedy. Finally, in which the lines of enemies, friends, and lovers blur together and become one and the other. | ongoing.
2. Via Dolorosa; [TBA] | planning process.
3. [to be announced]