About Severus: Severus Tobias Snape was born in the mind of one, born in the flesh twice, as well as born as a hero in November of 2011. He doesn’t have good social skills, but if you do become his friend, he will be loyal to you always. He is a strong believer of “The Last Enemy that Shall be defeated is Death,” and thus far has defeated death over fifty times.
- – Severus Tobias Snape’s life in his own words. - –
1 A.M. Decided to create a sense of time. This should stop me from going in circles. Did you know that made me dizzy? I’m going to mark time as B.M. and A.M. Before Me there was nothing. After Me means the world is a better place, now that I am here in it. Oh, and, er… my Lady, I’ll pray to you later as thanks for creating me.
7 A.M. Seven must be my lucky number. I killed several Red Robin Hoods and my inventory is full. I have: a golden snitch, Philosopher’s Stone, and … Oh wait. I see a Hairy Potter. I’ll write again after I have defeated it.
26 A.M. I’ve got a full set of armor. They need some serious upgrades through.
77 A.M. I need a motto. Well… I’m going to try something new until I find one that fits. Today I’ll try Always.
78 A.M. Discovered the existence of Never. Guess I need to change my motto. I was thinking something about protecting but I figured that would be lame. How about: I will make Potions!
79 A.M. Apparently, I will make Potions is a lame motto. That was what I was trying to avoid! I’m going to pray for your guidance before making… oh wait! Is that William Shaxbeard?
80 A.M. Turns out it’s Shakespeare. Anyways I’m talking with him and he thinks I’m a witch, so my motto should be Fair is foul, and foul is fair. My Lady, aren’t I a wizard? I’ll look into that later.
91 A.M. My Lady, I ran into a very large man who told me I was a wizard. Guess I should’t have a witch’s motto then. Well… Better be… Slytherin will have to do instead.
106 A.M. Found the Mirror of Erised. I see myself with this girl… actually she must be an angel… She’s got red hair and green eyes. I should look into finding her.
108 A.M. I’ve died again. Turns out that Angel I was telling you about is dead too, only permanently. Don’t bring me back.
109 A.M. Back. No one ever listens to me.
153 A.M. Realized harboring a grudge is too much work. My Lady, since I am never to have my Angel, and you wont let me stay dead so I can see her, I have decided to do something here in Godville since I am alive. Not sure what.
173 A.M. Hark! I can make friends and defeat monsters until the day I die. And when I die I’ll come back and continue. Do you think my Angel would like that? Last time I died she told me I needed to do things for you too, my Lady. Maybe this will make my life complete.
325 A.M. I’ve been getting bored, so I decided to write in here again. My angel suggested I ask you questions here. My diary is getting repetitive – is there anything I can do about that? And I want a pet. The only problem is they keep dying for me. It’s supposed to be the other way around. I die for them. I told my angel this and she laughed at me…
326 A.M. My angel’s laugh is beautiful. That’s what I look forward to the most about dying.
365 A.M. Happy Birthday to me
374 A.M. Met some writers. Never ran into a bunch of people that… I mean, they’re barking mad! And now I have more friends! We’re going to keep in touch. Is my Lady a writer? And what about my Angel?
391 A.M. Ran into the writers again. As a result my vocabulary has increased. How auspicious!
428 A.M. Saw a film today. Saw some pathetic old man who looks like me yell at a Hairy Potter. I asked one of the writers what was said and this is what the translation said: You and Black you’re two of a kind sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well I have news for you Potter lifes unfair your blessed father knew that. In fact he frequently saw to it. How pathetic.
436 A.M. Played a game called Quiddich. I wish I had a broom outside that arena, it would make traveling easier.
452 A.M. Joined the Guild Holy Random. Apparently, (says my angel) it suits my life style. My Lady, I am going to become a Cardinal.
505 A.M. I am level 50 My Lady! I’m going to die to spend a couple hours with my angel to celebrate. Don’t ressurect me right away, okay? Okay?
506 A.M. No one ever listens to me
534 A.M. Battled a Red Robin Hood and got a Hog’s Wart. Sounds familiar…
555 A.M. Beat my first Mob Boss.
572 A.M. Discovered a Raven claw on my mini-quest.
579 A.M. Died, Visited my angel, and then found a ressurection scone. I ate it while mourning the loss of being with my Angel. Why must I always be brought back?
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Heroes, notwithstanding the high ideas which, by the means of flatterers, they may entertain of themselves, or the world may conceive of them, have certainly more of mortal than divine about them.
Henry Fielding (1707-1754)