Tuesday, October 2, 2012

There once was a proxy named Duck

And at the man Loveless he struck

But the moment he did

His boss tore him to bits

Now that is some terrible luck


Gotta admit, that is some serious loyalty in the face of something that hates you. I'm supposed to give you all a full report, but Fracture seems to be gunning for my job. Which means I'm just here to confirm it. We've found what remains of his remains. Ugly Duck is dead.

Rest in pieces

                -The Messenger

30 comments:

  1. No, I'm not. Cut the crap.

    This is your last warning.

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    1. Oh joy, another crazy person.

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    2. Stuff it Rag Doll before I pull out your fluff and force feed it to you.

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    3. Oh shit you might actually be him.

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    4. Okay Fracture, it's been 45 days and this waiting is starting to feel stupid and ridiculous. We are well beyond your last warning and WELL beyond my slivers of patience.

      Fulfill your promise bitch. You guaranteed me Habeas Corpus. WHERE IS HIS FUCKING BODY!

      I NEED to KNOW that the fucker is DEAD.

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    5. I don't know what the hell you want from me. I already gave you what little was left of the body. He's dead. Even the Messenger said so, case closed. Move on. Get back to work.

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    6. I called you out to your face and I'll do it again here. LAST, LAST, LAST WARNING.

      The truth, for once.

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    7. You seem to have accidentally used your real account dear. That's big a no-no, remember? Because I reported you to the surviving proxy organization cells as dead. As in drop this so I can delete those comments.

      You also seem to have accidentally forgotten your place. Duckie is dead, Get Back To Work.

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    8. "I believe the experiment proved itself to be a complete success but I suppose that’s a truly hollowed victory at this point."

      "Duckie screamed as every little piece of him that made him who he was got slowly ripped away from him and violently shredded leaving little more than a husk and blood where a loyal man once stood."

      These were YOUR words Fracture. Your cocky, arrogant, and oh so subtle words that clearly serve to imply that Duckie was hollowed, NOT killed.

      And I do believe THIS is further proof of you doing something with Duckie to make sure that I can't find him.

      WHERE IS HE?!

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    9. I've had enough of this. Trent/Moth/Whatever-The-Fuck-You-Are-Calling-Yourself-Now, I know you are in the room with her. Would you kindly kill Firecracker/Picasso for me. Oh and bring me her head for good measure.

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    10. No? What do you mean 'No'? That was an order!

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    11. I mean No. Where is Duckie?

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    12. Trent boy wants to see Duckie dead almost half as much as I do and that is still A LOT of want. You fucked up. I'm going to find Duckie and then I'm going to rip him limb from FUCKING limb.

      And then I'm going to hunt you down and BEAT YOU TO DEATH with those limbs. And then I'm going to burn you and Duckie and everything you fuckers have so much as touched to the ground so that NOTHING is left! Not even a SINGLE FUCKING MEMORY of either of you.

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    13. You walk this path and you will die, dear Firecracker. I can promise you that.

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    14. Analysis irrelevant. Survival is unimportant. Subject Duckie must die.

      YOU CAN'T FUCKING STOP ME. NOT YOU, NOT DADDY, OR ANY OTHER FORCE IN THIS STUPID FUCKING WORLD. I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE FOR WHAT THAT ASSHOLE DID TO MY BROTHER AND YOU WILL PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE FOR YOUR PITIFUL LITTLE LIES AND BETRAYAL!

      Duckie will die. Everything else, is a senseless detail.

      Happy hunting, Dick.

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    15. Cute.
      Oh.
      And Fracture.
      Do not think that I have forgotten.

      Your little "Sleep experiment"
      with the one I love.
      I found your blog enlightening.

      Maybe when I am done with this.
      I will deal with you myself.

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    16. Bring it Dollface, I'll have fun slowly peeling at layers of your flesh when you fail.

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    17. I will enjoy it,
      twisting the knife,
      when you try.

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    18. Maybe I'll have Duckie do since everyone is so convinced he isn't dead.

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    19. It isn't Duckie anymore if he isn't.
      Nothing of him will be left.

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    20. Poor Ember. So much strength and rage and nothing you can do to let it out.

      Couldn't protect your loved one, can't protect the people around you, you can barely even keep yourself safe. Wouldn't it be nice if you could just see him one more time? Hold him? Feel him?

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    21. Poor Fracture.
      His little experiments.
      They have turned their backs.

      What is it like, Fracture?
      To finally lose control?

      And I do.
      I wish that more than the world.
      But as you said.
      I have bigger things on my plate than my Duckling.

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    22. Let the plebs rebel. It'll be fun to watch how fast they can run and how they scream when they die.

      Expendable, whiny, and murderous little children is all they are, I'm better off without them.

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    23. "Expendable,
      whiny,
      and murderous little children"
      Sounds like you and I.

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  2. Huh...

    I missed quite a bit...

    Well I'll definitely miss him.

    It'll be much harder keeping myself sane without his comments.

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    1. Sanity is overrated. Should board my crazy train. We have rock stars!

      ..., and Charlie sheen.

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  3. Oh my heavens, that was a death fitting of my dear friend Angry Bird. Now to catch up on what happened after that. :|

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