Black Lake Lives...

... But just barely.

Apparently, Picasso and Moth found their way to the statue that had been protecting the town and for some god forsaken reason decided it was a good idea to blow it up.

I'm still trying to process how the fuck they found that thing, who the hell Red is, how she got C4, and most importantly why the fuck they did this. This didn't bring them any closer to killing Duckie. It just killed a lot of the towns innocent residents.

Was I trying to turn the town into a cult town? Yes. But that doesn't have anything to do with Duckie. Hell, that decision on my part didn't even have anything to do with Father. 

If I hadn't stepped in, one of the other cults would have just ran in and killed everyone. I gave them advice, I told them how to fight the monsters, I gave them weapons, and then I gave those willing to fight masks.

Sure, they might have been on the slow road to a proxy colony but the alternative was death.

...

I'd honestly be looking for answers on how it got to this bad right now but I'm finding the present situation demands my undivided attention.

When Picasso and Moth destroyed that statue, it cause an visual shock wave of energy that rippled out from the lake and washed over the town following a furious declaration from a loud booming voice.

"DEFILERS. THIS TOWN HAS SPURRED MY GIFT AND DESECRATED MY IMAGE. THE UNWORTHY AMONG YOU SHALL FACE JUDGEMENT. THE UNWORTHY SHALL BE PURGED."

The words alone caused the very ground we stood on to shake. And that fucking shock wave. It set about half of the town's population on fire. Everyone it rolled over was put face to face with their greatest fear in an epileptic fit that had everyone seizing on the floor. I woke up from it before most of them. I've long since had a grip on my demons. I tried to snap a few of them out of it but nothing worked. Best I could do for them was make sure they didn't choke on their tongues over the course of their fucking fits and even then I was only really able to do that for a a handful of people.

One of two things happened to everyone. They stood up to whatever vision was being forced upon them and woke up, like I did, or they failed to confront their fear and... lit on fire. 

In the aftermath of it all. It was had to tell who all had actually been fried as unworthy and who was unlucky enough to have fallen too close to an unworthy friend when the shock wave hit them.

...

There was an emergency meeting at city hall. The survivors where all understandably terrified and scared. Many of them were shell shocked from the whole experience. Facing their fears was one thing. It was another thing to wake up to loved ones screaming and burning alive.

I urged the town that we needed to stage a large scale evacuation. Our numbers had been crushed. Almost all of the town's defensive force had been burned alive as 'unworthy' and the purge would serve as a beacon calling out all the cults that had been trying to break into the town in numbers far beyond what we were equipped to handle. Black Lake was lost.

I proposed a plan to sneak as many people as possible out under escort. But the plan involved a distraction from most of our surviving forces and it would almost certainly spell out death for everyone playing decoy. But, it would have gotten roughly 90% of everyone out. 

Fearful for their lives, a group of surviving police officers proposed a different plan. That we arm everyone possible and rush out in one big group guns a blazing.

A riot broke out. Fist fighting and looting. The town was torn apart by the town divided making a desperate grab for resources to enact the plan they backed. Those loyal to me and the masked did everything we could but the police faction overwhelmed us. They refused to listen to reason and took all we had gathered and abandoned us to die in what was left of the town. 

Then they proceeded to die trying to make a break for it down the street. I watched in horror from the outskirts of town with my binoculars as they were torn apart by a large pack of Maenads that came charging out of the woods to greet them.

...

We don't have an out anymore. We have what we need to sustain ourselves and try to protect ourselves but we lost too many people and too much time in that senseless fucking riot. The other cults are here now and in force.  Even if they weren't, we don't have the man power to stage the distraction anymore.

We're holed and hidden away. I have help coming but I don't think its gonna be enough. Even if the warring cults over head don't accidentally stumble upon us, we don't have enough food to hold out until help would arrive. I've been sending out teams of people to search for food but they don't always come back... and what they can safely find isn't doing much to buy us the kind of time we would need.

I just... don't know what to do anymore... I don't know what I'm doing... it all seems so hopeless...

There's just nothing for us out there. Only evil horrible things. A sea of it slowly pouring into the town... 






...and we're drowning...

...Lord and failed Guardian Fracture, out.