So, there are people posting shit on blogs again. I generally think it's a dumbass thing to do, posting what you're doing and shit where everyone who wants to kill you can see it, but whatever. If she thinks it's worth it, that's her own business, I guess. I've got more important shit to worry about. And the only reason I'm coming back here is because it may actually be useful to spread the word, for once. Plus, I've got broken ribs so the amount of useful things I can do is pretty limited at the moment.
See, everything has been fragmented for years. That's not news. After the whole damn beuracracy thing collapsed, there have only been pockets of organization. There are lots of small cells, lots of solo proxies, and a few bigger groups trying to manage the chaos as best we can. The Free Market, the Rose's court, whatever the hell Tempest has been up to these days, that group in Australia that never talks to anyone... Everyone's kind of slowly expanding to fill the vacuum. There's been very little cooperation or contact in a long time. And that's been fine. Who cares? Shit doesn't need to be standardized.
But now we might could do with some cooperation. And everyone needs to be warned.
About a year ago, Ivan went down in a fight with some Archangel cultists. The bastard showed up himself. It was a nightmare of a fight, in this stupid shitty motel. A rescue operation, gone a bit wrong. I mean, we got the people back, but we lost Ivan. We all thought he was dead. That would've been way fucking better than what actually happened to him.
A lot of you have probably been hearing rumors about a 'new dread lord'. The old one was Ivan's dad. A sick bastard, by all accounts. But he was a proxy. The new one is what's left of Ivan, brainwashed by the Archangel. We've lost a lot of good people to him and his damn hypnotic bullshit. I don't know how he does it, but he can lure just about anyone away to work for him. And he seems to be particularly interested in anyone he worked with or cared about while he was alive. That's a problem, considering he was a liason to a lot of other groups.
I'm... working on how to stop him. I don't want to get too much into the details at the moment, because honestly even I'm not sure at this point how it's going to work. But lets just say Ivan's not the only one with some upgrades. That are apparently potentially apocalyptic, but for now I'm just focusing on the fact that they might be what is needed to win. Sloth can get into that shit if he wants there to be more of an explanation. I'm not really a lore sort of person. I'm more into the action.
Consider this a warning, from the top of the Free Market. He can penetrate loops. We've never found anyone he couldn't brainwash (though we have found a way to reverse the effect). We're not sure what he wants, exactly, but he definitely wants to take over proxy territory and proxy organizations for his new master. If you ever worked with Ivan, watch your ass. Even if you haven't, watch your ass anyway.
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Monday, May 1, 2017
Another Prop
I saw her again. You know, her. The daughter I never had.
Its weird. When I'm there its so real. Its so plain and clear to me that she is my daughter but I can't justify that sensation when I'm here where things are actually real. I never had to question what it was like to start being stalked by the slender man for a regular runner before because when I got inducted Fracture was there. He introduced us and explained every little thing I could ever want to know about the eldritch abomination before me to the best of his ability and after listening to him talk about it so much in that one hour much less for the dozen or so years I've know him since Father has never been alien to me. Hes always been a thing I've known and understood for as long as I've known its existed and I really took for granted what a gift that was for Fracture to give me because I don't understand whats happening to me now and I feel like I'm maybe going crazy.
I've never heard of a fear or any phenomenon that haunts or hunts like this. Sure the lost child plays on your need to protect and makes you love it and steals your life and that's sort of similar some aspects but this thing, my unborn daughter if my thoughts in those moments are to be trusted, doesn't want your love. It wants your guilt.
Its not always so unbearable to be around it. When I'm around her it feels right. Like I should be there. Like she should be there. But that doesn't last. She always ruins it. Or... reminds me that I ruined this. That this could have been, but because of me it never was. And that feeling of loss for something I most assuredly have never had becomes so unbearable. I didn't even mourn her the first time I lost her, when I apparently make sure she would never be, but god do I mourn her in those moments each and every time she reminds me of what I've done now.
Shes like a ghost haunting me for the sins I've committed. A loved one lost at my hands who won't let me let them go. But that's the really fucked up part. Never did.
From the way we interact, the words we use and the feelings I get when I see her, its as if shes supposed to be a daughter I've aborted making my dreams into some weird pro-life fueled nightmare I can't escape. But that's odd twice because for one thing I'm pro-choice and couldn't give to shits about an aborted life. As far as I'm concerned a child isn't even a person until its five. For another thing, the only thing I've fucked in my 20 something years of living is my hand and I would have noticed if I managed to have knocked that up.
So whatever this thing is, I have to conclude that /She/ is not real. She is just a thing /It/ is making me see. But that leaves me know loser to know what It is but I refuse to call It by Her name! So uh... gonna call it the unborn. Because that's all I know about from what It has been pretending to be. That It is not alive and It blames me for that.
But I've rambled long enough about something I can honestly say I don't actually know anything about. So I'm gonna leave you here with my account of our last exchange because that part is the objectively true part. Whatever It actually is and whatever It actually wants, all I can say for absolutely certain is this was our last conversation. Existence is the purest truth.
I was walking down the hall when it happened this time. I wasn't even truly asleep. Nor do I feel I was day dreaming. I never stopped walking but I looked over and she was there in her plain little white dress walking along side me as if she had been there the whole time. And I felt as if she had. As if she was supposed to be there. I didn't skip a beat or flinch or hesitate. I smiled at her and she smiled back up at me. Her smile man, it filled me with hope. Hope I can honestly say I don't normally have in the waking world. I spend a lot of time worrying about he might cross me and how to be ready for that eventuality and how to deal with it when it comes but I see that genuine joy on her face my sudden but inevitable betrayal is the furthest thing from my mind.
And we walked like that for a ways enjoying each others company before she finally broke our mutual silence with a sudden question.
"Daddy, who do you think god believes in?" she asked thoughtfully. I looked down at her and saw she was deep in thought contemplating her own question. Whenever she thinks about something its like shes gone. She stares off into nothing and its like the whole world around her has faded away from her and shes staring off into the cosmos looking for knowledge that should be well beyond the grasp of a child her age. When she stares at nothing like that I can't help but stare into her eyes. They're just so intense I can't help but wonder what they might be thinking.
Where does a child that young even dig up such a question to ask? How am I even supposed to address that? So many possibilities for something I don't know. For something I can't know because nobody knows. No one even knows for sure if hes even real. I'm told thats the point but thats never sat well with me. I remember dreading that her mother even took her to church. It felt so cruel in my mind to tell a child what it believes in. Shouldn't that be up to the child? But now here I was trying to dictate something to her about something I knew nothing about because someone else dictated something else they knew nothing about to her.
But then I thought about the core structure of all catholic belief. That there is a Father and he begot man, his children, in his image. If there's one thing I as a Father had faith in, it was her. All parents do. They have to don't they? That despite what little she was and what little she was capable of now, that one day with my guidance she would become a fully capable individual able to function and act on her own and shape the world and it's future to her will. And so I told her that in not so many words. "I like to believe he believes in us, sweety," I told with a confident reassuring grin.
I watched as my words snapped her out of her deep thought so she could look up at me and take in my answer with her full attention. Sometimes it scares me to think how I might be affecting her. How I might be ruining her. Shes takes in everything I tell her with such certainty as if it were all a fact when here I was just kind of guessing. Guessing half jokingly at that. Worries me.
After I said that she nodded and I watched her stare through me, no long looking at me anymore but viewing the cosmos behind me as she shifted back into her deep thoughts. I did not have to wait long for her to come back to me this time but I felt my fears realized when she did and started staring at me properly again because she looked upset this time. Perturbed I think is the word. I could see something was wrong. I was worried I was gonna need to take this to her mother to try to smooth ever whatever way my words had upset her.
With a confused upset tone she spoke once more to ask me yet another question. "I guess... if he has so much faith in us, then why does he keep testing me like this!" she yelled out me in a suddenly furious tone. I knew suddenly what she was talking about. She was talking about me. About what I had done to her. She glared up at me with a cold, furious, dead stare and I had to look away. I couldn't face her.
I took a deep breath and steeled my nerves. I clenched my hand and grit my teeth as I made myself turn to meet her eyes once again. But she wasn't there anymore. She never had been. And it was my fault she never would be.
Its weird. When I'm there its so real. Its so plain and clear to me that she is my daughter but I can't justify that sensation when I'm here where things are actually real. I never had to question what it was like to start being stalked by the slender man for a regular runner before because when I got inducted Fracture was there. He introduced us and explained every little thing I could ever want to know about the eldritch abomination before me to the best of his ability and after listening to him talk about it so much in that one hour much less for the dozen or so years I've know him since Father has never been alien to me. Hes always been a thing I've known and understood for as long as I've known its existed and I really took for granted what a gift that was for Fracture to give me because I don't understand whats happening to me now and I feel like I'm maybe going crazy.
I've never heard of a fear or any phenomenon that haunts or hunts like this. Sure the lost child plays on your need to protect and makes you love it and steals your life and that's sort of similar some aspects but this thing, my unborn daughter if my thoughts in those moments are to be trusted, doesn't want your love. It wants your guilt.
Its not always so unbearable to be around it. When I'm around her it feels right. Like I should be there. Like she should be there. But that doesn't last. She always ruins it. Or... reminds me that I ruined this. That this could have been, but because of me it never was. And that feeling of loss for something I most assuredly have never had becomes so unbearable. I didn't even mourn her the first time I lost her, when I apparently make sure she would never be, but god do I mourn her in those moments each and every time she reminds me of what I've done now.
Shes like a ghost haunting me for the sins I've committed. A loved one lost at my hands who won't let me let them go. But that's the really fucked up part. Never did.
From the way we interact, the words we use and the feelings I get when I see her, its as if shes supposed to be a daughter I've aborted making my dreams into some weird pro-life fueled nightmare I can't escape. But that's odd twice because for one thing I'm pro-choice and couldn't give to shits about an aborted life. As far as I'm concerned a child isn't even a person until its five. For another thing, the only thing I've fucked in my 20 something years of living is my hand and I would have noticed if I managed to have knocked that up.
So whatever this thing is, I have to conclude that /She/ is not real. She is just a thing /It/ is making me see. But that leaves me know loser to know what It is but I refuse to call It by Her name! So uh... gonna call it the unborn. Because that's all I know about from what It has been pretending to be. That It is not alive and It blames me for that.
But I've rambled long enough about something I can honestly say I don't actually know anything about. So I'm gonna leave you here with my account of our last exchange because that part is the objectively true part. Whatever It actually is and whatever It actually wants, all I can say for absolutely certain is this was our last conversation. Existence is the purest truth.
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I was walking down the hall when it happened this time. I wasn't even truly asleep. Nor do I feel I was day dreaming. I never stopped walking but I looked over and she was there in her plain little white dress walking along side me as if she had been there the whole time. And I felt as if she had. As if she was supposed to be there. I didn't skip a beat or flinch or hesitate. I smiled at her and she smiled back up at me. Her smile man, it filled me with hope. Hope I can honestly say I don't normally have in the waking world. I spend a lot of time worrying about he might cross me and how to be ready for that eventuality and how to deal with it when it comes but I see that genuine joy on her face my sudden but inevitable betrayal is the furthest thing from my mind.
And we walked like that for a ways enjoying each others company before she finally broke our mutual silence with a sudden question.
"Daddy, who do you think god believes in?" she asked thoughtfully. I looked down at her and saw she was deep in thought contemplating her own question. Whenever she thinks about something its like shes gone. She stares off into nothing and its like the whole world around her has faded away from her and shes staring off into the cosmos looking for knowledge that should be well beyond the grasp of a child her age. When she stares at nothing like that I can't help but stare into her eyes. They're just so intense I can't help but wonder what they might be thinking.
Where does a child that young even dig up such a question to ask? How am I even supposed to address that? So many possibilities for something I don't know. For something I can't know because nobody knows. No one even knows for sure if hes even real. I'm told thats the point but thats never sat well with me. I remember dreading that her mother even took her to church. It felt so cruel in my mind to tell a child what it believes in. Shouldn't that be up to the child? But now here I was trying to dictate something to her about something I knew nothing about because someone else dictated something else they knew nothing about to her.
But then I thought about the core structure of all catholic belief. That there is a Father and he begot man, his children, in his image. If there's one thing I as a Father had faith in, it was her. All parents do. They have to don't they? That despite what little she was and what little she was capable of now, that one day with my guidance she would become a fully capable individual able to function and act on her own and shape the world and it's future to her will. And so I told her that in not so many words. "I like to believe he believes in us, sweety," I told with a confident reassuring grin.
I watched as my words snapped her out of her deep thought so she could look up at me and take in my answer with her full attention. Sometimes it scares me to think how I might be affecting her. How I might be ruining her. Shes takes in everything I tell her with such certainty as if it were all a fact when here I was just kind of guessing. Guessing half jokingly at that. Worries me.
After I said that she nodded and I watched her stare through me, no long looking at me anymore but viewing the cosmos behind me as she shifted back into her deep thoughts. I did not have to wait long for her to come back to me this time but I felt my fears realized when she did and started staring at me properly again because she looked upset this time. Perturbed I think is the word. I could see something was wrong. I was worried I was gonna need to take this to her mother to try to smooth ever whatever way my words had upset her.
With a confused upset tone she spoke once more to ask me yet another question. "I guess... if he has so much faith in us, then why does he keep testing me like this!" she yelled out me in a suddenly furious tone. I knew suddenly what she was talking about. She was talking about me. About what I had done to her. She glared up at me with a cold, furious, dead stare and I had to look away. I couldn't face her.
I took a deep breath and steeled my nerves. I clenched my hand and grit my teeth as I made myself turn to meet her eyes once again. But she wasn't there anymore. She never had been. And it was my fault she never would be.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Back to Fucking Business
It's my turn to post, but there's not much to report. We already won. Right now we're just working on getting shit back to normal. Or as close to normal as you can get when you're involved with the Free Market.
Piper seems to be thriving as the leader of the Fire Cult, and I've been going and helping assert our authority (here meaning beating the fuck out of them in the training room) to help her out. It's incredibly satisfying, as you might guess. Talking to her is... odd. But good. I've gotten used to my silent Masks everywhere, and I got used to her as a Mask. But she's not at all shy to speak up now, and despite being so thoroughly a part of one cult before, I think fire suits her.
Duckie seems to be adjusting quite well to life beyond the grave. I like him a little more this time around. He seems to have mellowed a little. I still plan on avoiding him mostly. It's kind of creepy talking to a corpse. And honestly, he's still an asshole.
Speaking of assholes, Fracture continues to be the biggest shitstain I've ever seen. I don't know what fucked up game he's playing, but he keeps jerking us around and it's getting really old. I really hate that we have to keep him around, but there are some things he apparently does better than anyone else we have.
Hopefully, that's good enough. I'm not going to ramble about random crap that might be used against us just for the sake of a compelling post.
Piper seems to be thriving as the leader of the Fire Cult, and I've been going and helping assert our authority (here meaning beating the fuck out of them in the training room) to help her out. It's incredibly satisfying, as you might guess. Talking to her is... odd. But good. I've gotten used to my silent Masks everywhere, and I got used to her as a Mask. But she's not at all shy to speak up now, and despite being so thoroughly a part of one cult before, I think fire suits her.
Duckie seems to be adjusting quite well to life beyond the grave. I like him a little more this time around. He seems to have mellowed a little. I still plan on avoiding him mostly. It's kind of creepy talking to a corpse. And honestly, he's still an asshole.
Speaking of assholes, Fracture continues to be the biggest shitstain I've ever seen. I don't know what fucked up game he's playing, but he keeps jerking us around and it's getting really old. I really hate that we have to keep him around, but there are some things he apparently does better than anyone else we have.
Hopefully, that's good enough. I'm not going to ramble about random crap that might be used against us just for the sake of a compelling post.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
The One I Left Behind
It was black and cold. Nothing to see in any direction. The black endless abyss. I knew, almost by instinct that I was not in the land of the living nor was I beyond the threshold of death. My body was real. I was certainly corporeal. This form was not a construct of my mind crafting a familiar shape for me to help me rationalize this place. I had flesh and a pulse. And yet here I was in this place clearly beyond the scope of the waking world of the living.
I skipped my first question. How didn't really matter. No, when you woke up in a situation like this... it was always the why of it that truly mattered. Not that I got to ask that question either before I was interrupted.
I felt something of small frame lean against my legs and let out a heavy sigh. "You know... I really wanted to meet you" said the apparently young girl. I could sense she was looking up at nothing when she said that. Felt her little head tilt back against the back of my kneel.
I didn't waste time standing there. After what I had done to this poor thing, I was hesitant to let it behind me, least it decide to suddenly lash out at me. So I spun around to face her... my poor departed daughter.
I don't know what it was. I should have been nicer. As her killer, you'd think I'd be the least I could do. But it seemed I was the one who was lashing out here. I guess I had been the only one given the opportunity in the land of the living. So in that way, it was fitting. "You didn't want to meet me. You just wanted to live."
She spun around when I spun around. She was short in all black with pale white skin. Short messy blond hair. Eyes with a blue so soft and light they mirrored the color of the sky. She had short little wings to her back but those wings looked like someone had taken a hammer to them and it clear by the desperate crooked way they flapped that they could not carry her far. She would not be able to make the trip beyond this realm. She would have to return to the world I had ejected her from pre-maturely and suffer another life cycle if she ever hoped to get anywhere.
Its odd that I can remember he so vividly given that she gave me no real time to look at her before she snapped back at me. Perhaps its because I never got to meet her as a baby? In that respect, seeing her as the child she intended to become certainly was stunning. I can't say how I knew it was her without every looking. Given the strange nature of the place, maybe I just sort of felt it in the air. While I was corporeal, she wasn't. And spirits tend to bleed into those around them with no solid form to contain them... I guess.
When she spun around to face me, she crossed her arms and tucked those broken wings behind her giving me a cold glare. "Is that so wrong?" she asked with a transparent huff.
I stopped a moment. He words stung. I hadn't really given a second thought to justify getting rid of her in life. She was an obstacle. An issue on the horizon. An obligation that, if not snuffed in brief period, would have haunted me for 18 years or longer. I hadn't needed a reason to deny her life. It just made good sense.
I gave the only defense I could. The only thing I could think of in that moment. "It's certainly selfish," I finally retorted to her self-righteously with the vigor of a man who knew his bible.
But I feel she saw it coming because she was ready with a retort. "Must have gotten that from you."
I fell onto my back leg and looked around. I didn't want to be here anymore. This wasn't proving fun.
"You'll never escape me you know. I will find you back in that horrible place... if I have to wait a thousand cycles to do it, I will find you," she growled, yelling now and flying into my face faster than I realized those crooked wings could carry her. I knew she would have that time and given enough of it she would find me. I had no love for the peace that supposedly laid in wait for me beyond this place. As many cycles as I intended to ride out, if she was patient she would eventually find me.
Maybe I should have said something comforting or consoling. Maybe I should have apologized. But then again. She wasn't my daughter. Not really. I had seen that.
So I left her with this tidbit of wisdom... or... not really wisdom. Simple truth at best I guess.
And when I was done, I let myself fall back into the blackness of that inky abyss to return to the waking world I so loved. I had told her, 'Certainly not as my daughter you won't' with a jeer and snicker. A simple truth I'm sure she already knew deep down.
As I sunk deep into consciousness, I heard her get the last word on me. So petulant. She just had to have it... she was like her daddy in that sense I suppose.
It was so angry. It came in a booming growl. Certainly wasn't original. But then it still got the point across in that way, I suppose.
"So be it."
I skipped my first question. How didn't really matter. No, when you woke up in a situation like this... it was always the why of it that truly mattered. Not that I got to ask that question either before I was interrupted.
I felt something of small frame lean against my legs and let out a heavy sigh. "You know... I really wanted to meet you" said the apparently young girl. I could sense she was looking up at nothing when she said that. Felt her little head tilt back against the back of my kneel.
I didn't waste time standing there. After what I had done to this poor thing, I was hesitant to let it behind me, least it decide to suddenly lash out at me. So I spun around to face her... my poor departed daughter.
I don't know what it was. I should have been nicer. As her killer, you'd think I'd be the least I could do. But it seemed I was the one who was lashing out here. I guess I had been the only one given the opportunity in the land of the living. So in that way, it was fitting. "You didn't want to meet me. You just wanted to live."
She spun around when I spun around. She was short in all black with pale white skin. Short messy blond hair. Eyes with a blue so soft and light they mirrored the color of the sky. She had short little wings to her back but those wings looked like someone had taken a hammer to them and it clear by the desperate crooked way they flapped that they could not carry her far. She would not be able to make the trip beyond this realm. She would have to return to the world I had ejected her from pre-maturely and suffer another life cycle if she ever hoped to get anywhere.
Its odd that I can remember he so vividly given that she gave me no real time to look at her before she snapped back at me. Perhaps its because I never got to meet her as a baby? In that respect, seeing her as the child she intended to become certainly was stunning. I can't say how I knew it was her without every looking. Given the strange nature of the place, maybe I just sort of felt it in the air. While I was corporeal, she wasn't. And spirits tend to bleed into those around them with no solid form to contain them... I guess.
When she spun around to face me, she crossed her arms and tucked those broken wings behind her giving me a cold glare. "Is that so wrong?" she asked with a transparent huff.
I stopped a moment. He words stung. I hadn't really given a second thought to justify getting rid of her in life. She was an obstacle. An issue on the horizon. An obligation that, if not snuffed in brief period, would have haunted me for 18 years or longer. I hadn't needed a reason to deny her life. It just made good sense.
I gave the only defense I could. The only thing I could think of in that moment. "It's certainly selfish," I finally retorted to her self-righteously with the vigor of a man who knew his bible.
But I feel she saw it coming because she was ready with a retort. "Must have gotten that from you."
I fell onto my back leg and looked around. I didn't want to be here anymore. This wasn't proving fun.
"You'll never escape me you know. I will find you back in that horrible place... if I have to wait a thousand cycles to do it, I will find you," she growled, yelling now and flying into my face faster than I realized those crooked wings could carry her. I knew she would have that time and given enough of it she would find me. I had no love for the peace that supposedly laid in wait for me beyond this place. As many cycles as I intended to ride out, if she was patient she would eventually find me.
Maybe I should have said something comforting or consoling. Maybe I should have apologized. But then again. She wasn't my daughter. Not really. I had seen that.
So I left her with this tidbit of wisdom... or... not really wisdom. Simple truth at best I guess.
And when I was done, I let myself fall back into the blackness of that inky abyss to return to the waking world I so loved. I had told her, 'Certainly not as my daughter you won't' with a jeer and snicker. A simple truth I'm sure she already knew deep down.
As I sunk deep into consciousness, I heard her get the last word on me. So petulant. She just had to have it... she was like her daddy in that sense I suppose.
It was so angry. It came in a booming growl. Certainly wasn't original. But then it still got the point across in that way, I suppose.
"So be it."
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Fucking Brilliant
The first thing you need to know is that the Fire Cult has been dealt with. They are all free to go about serving Father. We wanted nothing more than to make sure the Cult was functioning properly instead of wasting itself fighting a stupid pointless war against the rest of the free market, and that has been assured.
I've never been overly fond of Whisper, but I have to say he is damn effective.
But to keep this all in order, lets start from the top. Sloth told you all about how we captured Jen. I had a great team for that, I kind of wish I could keep Snips, Firecracker, and Ivan, they're good fighters and did a great job. Jack... well, he's a kid. He held his own about as well as could be hoped for. Taking her down was much easier than expected, honestly. A fire hydrant was almost too obvious, really. How else would you take down a Fire, right?
I think Sloth may be rubbing off on me a bit. Ignore the stupid joke.
Anyway, after we fucked Jen's shit up, we had a potentially bigger dilemma to deal with-the entire Fire Cult still rebellious and angry. Which is where my team and Whisper came in. Jack and Ivan stayed with Sloth and Jen's corpse, just in case, while I took Snips and Firecracker into the main part of their Loop. Our mission was to get to the intercom room, so that we could broadcast Whisper's orders to the entire Loop. As you probably know, no one can disobey Whisper. It's just not possible. Which is why I usually avoid him, but for this, it came in very handy.
Unfortunately for us, when we arrived in the kitchen, there were at least fifty of them outside of it, arguing about their next move. Which is where Snips and Firecracker really stepped up. Firecracker can use the weird Fire Cult powers, which meant she could both blend in and cause chaos that wasn't easily traceable. She did so, causing one hell of a distraction. Snips went with her to help fend off anyone who might try to follow me or attack Firecracker. I, meanwhile, went on to the intercom room, very grateful that in the Loop no matter what happened they'd pop right back up in the morning.
Once in the intercom room, all it took was a phone call and a pair of earplugs, and the entire Fire Cult was subject to Whisper's instructions while I was not. Once Sloth, Devil, and the others showed up to finish things off, I joined them in the main hall where the entire Fire Cult was gathered sulkily. They had to show up, they had to submit, but none of them were overly happy about it.
They were even less happy to see what happened next. Ivan had Jen's corpse, and Whisper was standing by. It didn't take much to revive her, and with Devil manning the fire extinguisher, Whisper dealt with Jen in front of the entire cult. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what he did to her, but I don't know that it much mattered. I think even our enemies can agree that a woman so consumed by her own petty grudge she abandoned her duty to pursue it isn't exactly much good as a leader or a proxy.
Also, Duckie is back. More or less. And he showed up to help with crowd control and to take people's oaths. I wish I had more to say on such an obviously big event, but the circumstances of his resurrection are both top secret and completely confusing to me. The more overtly supernatural stuff admittedly still evades me. Suffice it to say that he's back and as spirited as ever. Maybe he'll even come back to the blog? Fucked if I know. He and I have hated each other since before he died, so he's certainly not telling me his plans.
Mumbles, now Lord Piper the Inferno apparently, now leads the Fire Cult. I'm sure she'll be great at it, I had been planning on giving her my job at some point, but I think she's needed much more in the Fire Cult. As a result, until I find someone I trust to take over, I'm once again pulling double duty as bodyguard and leader of the Mask Cult. They're talented people, they don't need me hovering over them all day anyway.
In conclusion, the Fire Cult is back where it should be, we're all getting back to our real work, and fuck you, Red Bitch.
I've never been overly fond of Whisper, but I have to say he is damn effective.
But to keep this all in order, lets start from the top. Sloth told you all about how we captured Jen. I had a great team for that, I kind of wish I could keep Snips, Firecracker, and Ivan, they're good fighters and did a great job. Jack... well, he's a kid. He held his own about as well as could be hoped for. Taking her down was much easier than expected, honestly. A fire hydrant was almost too obvious, really. How else would you take down a Fire, right?
I think Sloth may be rubbing off on me a bit. Ignore the stupid joke.
Anyway, after we fucked Jen's shit up, we had a potentially bigger dilemma to deal with-the entire Fire Cult still rebellious and angry. Which is where my team and Whisper came in. Jack and Ivan stayed with Sloth and Jen's corpse, just in case, while I took Snips and Firecracker into the main part of their Loop. Our mission was to get to the intercom room, so that we could broadcast Whisper's orders to the entire Loop. As you probably know, no one can disobey Whisper. It's just not possible. Which is why I usually avoid him, but for this, it came in very handy.
Unfortunately for us, when we arrived in the kitchen, there were at least fifty of them outside of it, arguing about their next move. Which is where Snips and Firecracker really stepped up. Firecracker can use the weird Fire Cult powers, which meant she could both blend in and cause chaos that wasn't easily traceable. She did so, causing one hell of a distraction. Snips went with her to help fend off anyone who might try to follow me or attack Firecracker. I, meanwhile, went on to the intercom room, very grateful that in the Loop no matter what happened they'd pop right back up in the morning.
Once in the intercom room, all it took was a phone call and a pair of earplugs, and the entire Fire Cult was subject to Whisper's instructions while I was not. Once Sloth, Devil, and the others showed up to finish things off, I joined them in the main hall where the entire Fire Cult was gathered sulkily. They had to show up, they had to submit, but none of them were overly happy about it.
They were even less happy to see what happened next. Ivan had Jen's corpse, and Whisper was standing by. It didn't take much to revive her, and with Devil manning the fire extinguisher, Whisper dealt with Jen in front of the entire cult. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what he did to her, but I don't know that it much mattered. I think even our enemies can agree that a woman so consumed by her own petty grudge she abandoned her duty to pursue it isn't exactly much good as a leader or a proxy.
Also, Duckie is back. More or less. And he showed up to help with crowd control and to take people's oaths. I wish I had more to say on such an obviously big event, but the circumstances of his resurrection are both top secret and completely confusing to me. The more overtly supernatural stuff admittedly still evades me. Suffice it to say that he's back and as spirited as ever. Maybe he'll even come back to the blog? Fucked if I know. He and I have hated each other since before he died, so he's certainly not telling me his plans.
Mumbles, now Lord Piper the Inferno apparently, now leads the Fire Cult. I'm sure she'll be great at it, I had been planning on giving her my job at some point, but I think she's needed much more in the Fire Cult. As a result, until I find someone I trust to take over, I'm once again pulling double duty as bodyguard and leader of the Mask Cult. They're talented people, they don't need me hovering over them all day anyway.
In conclusion, the Fire Cult is back where it should be, we're all getting back to our real work, and fuck you, Red Bitch.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
You Were Warned
Do you know how hard it is to steal a loop?
For your average person impossible. For a crafter, its an impressive feat that would take nothing more than their absolute best to ensure no one noticed the think they were living in being pulled away, modified, and re-tethered.
For the guy who practically made that loop and knows its every in and out by heart, its practically nothing.
For the record its not my fault. She was given every warning to stop but she just had to press her luck. I patiently waited to see what verdict she would come to and when word caught me she had left the loop for her meeting, I knew I had my answer. With this, she left me no choice.
I mean, I can't just let the fire cult go. They're a Free Market asset and Icon. In many ways, they are the front-line of defense and we've been suffering without them. Even the mask cult can recognize that it needs the fire cult to function properly and those assholes hate each other with a fiery passion. So as soon a Jen left, I had Jon secure her loop. Anyone who tried to enter or exit the loop would find themselves in the Fire Market's training hall where we stood ready with 100 armed masks and proxies.
I stood in the front of the fire row, waiting. I offered every arrival a chance. Serve the new Fire Lord mumbles or perish. Regardless of what they chose (Most said they'd rather perish) I had them gunned down and collected in cells to be revived once the queen bitch had been handled. And of course and and her finest eventually showed up.
She didn't hesitate when she saw me. She took a moment to gauge her surroundings and letting out a deep huff she started blowing a torrent of intense flame out of mouth.
There was a torrent of bullets that didn't make it to her as she threw out her hand and stopped blowing fire towards me so she could focus on and bending bullets around herself.
Her finest goons looked to charge me, knowing full well that the Fire was protecting them from a hail of bullets, rush for me but were met with my own ambush forces. Nat, Jack, Ivan, Snips, and Firecracker sprang out from the cover our of the floor boards and started carving them up. Its worth noting that Snips and Firecracker were two of her best fighters before they defected in favor of my regime when she tried to secede.
"Traitors," she declared throwing out her other hand to spray forth a short wave of flames at my team as the moved it to surround her. Her facing shifting as she put me on the back burner for later and turned to face this new threat. As I anticipated, she had completely disregarded me as a threat in this fight. So while she was bending bullet paths and spewing flames the other way to keep everyone else back, I walked up and clubbed her in the back of the head with my trusty fire extinguisher. I didn't wait to for her to get a chance to respond. As she was opening her mouth to spew flames at me I had already drawn the fire extinguisher's hose and I stuffed her stupid mouth and face with foam. Didn't take long for her to choke on and kill over on it.
Nat didn't take any chances. She, Snips, and Jack more or less dismembered and disemboweled the Fire to make sure she was gonna stay down... excessive to say the least but I liked their enthusiasm.
Among those cut down we found someone who wasn't on the known fire cult roster. I'm gonna assume that miss 'Rainy day' that jokes was referencing in his post. We also found a magic black stick. I'm assuming its the artifact Cordelia gave the Fire. I can't be sure though because I'm not sure what it does. All I know is it burns like the fucking sun when ever Nat or I try to hold it. Mumbles can apparently pick the damn thing up just fine though which is weird. "Maybe its specifically warded so Nat and I can't hold it? Hard to say."
Now I just need to figure out what do with the Fire, our other fire cult captives, and how I'm gonna re-induct the fucking fire cult to our ranks. They're a rowdy bunch and they were gearing up for a war...
Might have to go nuclear if I'm gonna put them back in their place.
Hmmm....
Sloth out.
For your average person impossible. For a crafter, its an impressive feat that would take nothing more than their absolute best to ensure no one noticed the think they were living in being pulled away, modified, and re-tethered.
For the guy who practically made that loop and knows its every in and out by heart, its practically nothing.
For the record its not my fault. She was given every warning to stop but she just had to press her luck. I patiently waited to see what verdict she would come to and when word caught me she had left the loop for her meeting, I knew I had my answer. With this, she left me no choice.
I mean, I can't just let the fire cult go. They're a Free Market asset and Icon. In many ways, they are the front-line of defense and we've been suffering without them. Even the mask cult can recognize that it needs the fire cult to function properly and those assholes hate each other with a fiery passion. So as soon a Jen left, I had Jon secure her loop. Anyone who tried to enter or exit the loop would find themselves in the Fire Market's training hall where we stood ready with 100 armed masks and proxies.
I stood in the front of the fire row, waiting. I offered every arrival a chance. Serve the new Fire Lord mumbles or perish. Regardless of what they chose (Most said they'd rather perish) I had them gunned down and collected in cells to be revived once the queen bitch had been handled. And of course and and her finest eventually showed up.
She didn't hesitate when she saw me. She took a moment to gauge her surroundings and letting out a deep huff she started blowing a torrent of intense flame out of mouth.
There was a torrent of bullets that didn't make it to her as she threw out her hand and stopped blowing fire towards me so she could focus on and bending bullets around herself.
Her finest goons looked to charge me, knowing full well that the Fire was protecting them from a hail of bullets, rush for me but were met with my own ambush forces. Nat, Jack, Ivan, Snips, and Firecracker sprang out from the cover our of the floor boards and started carving them up. Its worth noting that Snips and Firecracker were two of her best fighters before they defected in favor of my regime when she tried to secede.
"Traitors," she declared throwing out her other hand to spray forth a short wave of flames at my team as the moved it to surround her. Her facing shifting as she put me on the back burner for later and turned to face this new threat. As I anticipated, she had completely disregarded me as a threat in this fight. So while she was bending bullet paths and spewing flames the other way to keep everyone else back, I walked up and clubbed her in the back of the head with my trusty fire extinguisher. I didn't wait to for her to get a chance to respond. As she was opening her mouth to spew flames at me I had already drawn the fire extinguisher's hose and I stuffed her stupid mouth and face with foam. Didn't take long for her to choke on and kill over on it.
Nat didn't take any chances. She, Snips, and Jack more or less dismembered and disemboweled the Fire to make sure she was gonna stay down... excessive to say the least but I liked their enthusiasm.
Among those cut down we found someone who wasn't on the known fire cult roster. I'm gonna assume that miss 'Rainy day' that jokes was referencing in his post. We also found a magic black stick. I'm assuming its the artifact Cordelia gave the Fire. I can't be sure though because I'm not sure what it does. All I know is it burns like the fucking sun when ever Nat or I try to hold it. Mumbles can apparently pick the damn thing up just fine though which is weird. "Maybe its specifically warded so Nat and I can't hold it? Hard to say."
Now I just need to figure out what do with the Fire, our other fire cult captives, and how I'm gonna re-induct the fucking fire cult to our ranks. They're a rowdy bunch and they were gearing up for a war...
Might have to go nuclear if I'm gonna put them back in their place.
Hmmm....
Sloth out.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Dumb Fucking Bitch
So, things just keep getting more ridiculous every time that stupid fire bitch opens her mouth. I don't even know. Apparently she's trying to turn the Fire Cult over to the Red Bitch? Wow. I thought she still had some kind of respect for fuckface, but I guess not. For someone who's supposed to be all cold logic and shit, she's sure damn willing to abandon logic, rationality, and loyalty to indulge in some stupid fucking grudge.
I didn't know the fire cult stood primarily for selfish, petty wastes of time,energy, and life. Silly me, for thinking that a cult in such formerly high standing probably had some sort of honor or purpose. A dedication to Father, perhaps, instead of an insistence on driving His people against each other? Guess not. I guess Jen is a shallow, petty, worthless bitch and anyone who's stupid enough to follow her deserves their traitor's fate. I wonder how long before Father decides that the entire cult is no longer following His purposes and takes her down.
Honestly, though, don't expect to just waltz over and give someone outside the Free Market control over the Fire Cult. Did you really think it would be that simple? We'll be waiting.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
The Enemy of My Enemy
Dark times are upon us. For the moment, at least, I can feel my light waning.
Sloth found the Smith. A man of great unnatural skill and ability. Binder of Souls and Breather of Death. His every creation is an endless prison for those released of their mortal coil. I've no idea what monstrosity Sloth has used him to bring forth. From context I can tell he managed to bind someone long dead and as I understand it the Smith can only play with the recently departed.
How did Sloth know attempting such a doomed binding would work? He is not gifted like Smith and I. Nor blessed like Fracture. The weasel is swinging far above his belt and cementing his position. Can nothing stop that insufferable cockroach? Will nothing fell the Betrayer?
I sought to take his little toys away. They are not his to play with. They are Fracture's. And if anyone should be guiding the Smith as he forges his dark machinations, it should be the Fire. It is through the Fire we find passion and through the fire art's men find inspiration. The flame is the breath of all creation and his council should be with me, not with the roach.
But Moth, the unworthy wicker man, mask sympathizing filth that he is, managed to evade the efforts of my ambush party and as best that my scouts can tell is now well off the grid taking his undeserved life and his mind full of misappropriated secrets with him. My only solace is Sloth no longer as access to him and his vault of Fracture's apparently poorly kept secrets.
In response to the attack, the fools in the Free Market have warded their facilities. Nothing in and nothing out without someone's say so. It will take time to identify, find, and overtake which ever of their half-baked Crafters is shielding them. John is undoubtedly maintaining the inside of the barrier. He is ever the hapless home body.
But any number of them could be playing door man from the outside. Devil, Whisper, Jack, or maybe someone new.... Em? Sloth has been quick with the Aces up his sleeves and I should explore all possibilities if I'm to turn this back in my favor.
It is unfortunate that my affront against Sloth's Free Market has been eating up so much of my time. I have not been able to give Fracture's little crusade the time it really deserves... and so I've come to a hard decision.
Sloth and Nat and to some degree even Fracture has been quite vocal of their distrust for the one they call 'the Red Witch' but I see opportunity. And so, especially in light of the sudden appearance of her blog, I'm reaching out to her.
Cordelia, from one red witch to another, I beseech thee. I've not the time to see to it that the Fire Cult carry out Father's will against the heathens that encroach upon what is rightfully His. My war against Sloth, though righteous and necessary in it's own right, is personal. Take my council and lead our people. Guide the Fire against the encroaching threat in my stead so that I may seek justice.
Hear my plea and know that Father wills it so.
Let us be united in these righteous causes.
Let the Fire guide you.
~The Lord Fire
Sloth found the Smith. A man of great unnatural skill and ability. Binder of Souls and Breather of Death. His every creation is an endless prison for those released of their mortal coil. I've no idea what monstrosity Sloth has used him to bring forth. From context I can tell he managed to bind someone long dead and as I understand it the Smith can only play with the recently departed.
How did Sloth know attempting such a doomed binding would work? He is not gifted like Smith and I. Nor blessed like Fracture. The weasel is swinging far above his belt and cementing his position. Can nothing stop that insufferable cockroach? Will nothing fell the Betrayer?
I sought to take his little toys away. They are not his to play with. They are Fracture's. And if anyone should be guiding the Smith as he forges his dark machinations, it should be the Fire. It is through the Fire we find passion and through the fire art's men find inspiration. The flame is the breath of all creation and his council should be with me, not with the roach.
But Moth, the unworthy wicker man, mask sympathizing filth that he is, managed to evade the efforts of my ambush party and as best that my scouts can tell is now well off the grid taking his undeserved life and his mind full of misappropriated secrets with him. My only solace is Sloth no longer as access to him and his vault of Fracture's apparently poorly kept secrets.
In response to the attack, the fools in the Free Market have warded their facilities. Nothing in and nothing out without someone's say so. It will take time to identify, find, and overtake which ever of their half-baked Crafters is shielding them. John is undoubtedly maintaining the inside of the barrier. He is ever the hapless home body.
But any number of them could be playing door man from the outside. Devil, Whisper, Jack, or maybe someone new.... Em? Sloth has been quick with the Aces up his sleeves and I should explore all possibilities if I'm to turn this back in my favor.
It is unfortunate that my affront against Sloth's Free Market has been eating up so much of my time. I have not been able to give Fracture's little crusade the time it really deserves... and so I've come to a hard decision.
Sloth and Nat and to some degree even Fracture has been quite vocal of their distrust for the one they call 'the Red Witch' but I see opportunity. And so, especially in light of the sudden appearance of her blog, I'm reaching out to her.
Cordelia, from one red witch to another, I beseech thee. I've not the time to see to it that the Fire Cult carry out Father's will against the heathens that encroach upon what is rightfully His. My war against Sloth, though righteous and necessary in it's own right, is personal. Take my council and lead our people. Guide the Fire against the encroaching threat in my stead so that I may seek justice.
Hear my plea and know that Father wills it so.
Let us be united in these righteous causes.
Let the Fire guide you.
~The Lord Fire
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Counter Spell
“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and
vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”
-Edgar Allan Poe
I suppose if I had to guess myself, I would say its all a matter of impact. We are dead when we are no longer making one. It's funny to think there are some runners panicking about the dead and buried coming back to life. They should be more worried about the dead that fill most schools, houses, work places, and governments across the globe.
But hey, priorities. Personally, I would be more concerned about the living dying but I suppose that's impractical. I mean, you can definitely stop the dead from living. No doubt about it. But most can't stop the living from dying. And I hear even those who can have to take it case by case.
I'd prefer to make an impact before I die myself. At least then I can enjoy it. Can't imagine how much it must suck to truly start living in the wake of your passing. I can't imagine a greater hell really. That's like getting locked out of your own party and having to watch while you bang on the window in the middle of a roaring blizzard. Look at all the fun and recognition you /could/ have enjoyed. Dreadful.
Poor Emily Dickinson. In that regard, it is more or less disrespectful to study her now? Are we keeping her legacy alive or are torturing the poor girl with all the recognition and appreciation she was long deprived of in life and can't enjoy now?
When did necromancy get so hard?
Segue. Sloth here, by the way.
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"What in the Devil are /you/ doing here ya miserable worm.
I thought we had an agreement."
"I'm afraid the old agreement is null and void now.
We're under new management, and that new
management is me. I own you now."
"By the Demon, Fracture's dead? Did ya finally kill him ya
rat bastard? Ya did didn't ya?! Put steel right in
in his back when he wasn't looking, didn't ya?!"
"Well, yes and no. No and Yes? One of those two.
Hes not dead after all, but I did betray him"
"Then where in the bloody hell is he then, eh?"
"Hes retired. Left me everything. Project phoenix and all.
And as a subject of project phoenix, that means you're
mine now."
"The hell I am. After what you did to me and my kin ya
should be so lucky I'm not driving this hammer into ya
pisser and crushing your berries."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Settle down. Put the hammer back on
the table... like I said, your old contract is void now so I'm
here to negotiate a new one between you and me."
"And just why should I do that? If the old agreement is through,
give them back to me and let me go home."
"You know damn well you don't have a home anymore."
"You saw to that, ya monster."
"And I can see to worse if don't settle the fuck down."
"...."
"That's what I thought. How would you like to see her again,
Smith? I think you're long over due a reunion."
"R-Really? What about the boy"
"I keep the boy. Same as last time, hes collateral. But I don't
really need both of them as collateral now do I?"
"I...."
"You accept? We're in a hurry here."
"Fine. Let me see her."
"When we're done. I need you to make something for me."
"From who?"
"[Spoilers]"
"That's not possible. Its been far to long. You know that
better than anyone."
"It'll work, trust me."
"The hell it will. You better not keep her from me when it doesn't."
"I won't. Just do it."
"Fine, ya stubborn daft asshole."
"You really should sit down for this."
"As if- Hhhrrrrk"
"Ow. That looked like it hurt."
"Wh-what... how... dear Demon the back of my bloody head."
"Yeah... told you so. Get to work. We don't have long."
"Long til what?"
"Move!"
"R-Right."
.....
"This is it?"
"Aye."
"Should have figured it'd come out a mask. You wear something
so long it's like it's a part of you."
"I prefer not to think of my agony as a part of me."
"I prefer to be beautiful. We don't always get what we want do we?"
"We certainly don't."
"Thanks. Whats it do?"
"Fuck if I know. Ya, wanted it and ya got it. Now give me whats mine."
"Fine. I'll go get her. Try not to be too disappointed."
"Disappointed in what? What did ya do ya piece of shit?! Answer me!"
"You know damn well what I did. Its the long term consequences of
what I did that you don't know about."
"You son of a bitch, what happened?!"
"Later Smith."
"If you hurt my Gail I'm gonna kill you, ya sack of shit! You hear me!
The next totem will be yours!"
About 10 mintues later I came back into the room pulling the girl in behind me. I dumped her onto the floor for him to cry over.
"Gail!"
"See, shes fine."
He curled up into the fetal position with her, rocking her ever so gently.
"Speak to me baby girl! What the fucks wrong with her?!"
"Shes comatose. She has been for a long time. She did not take the skinning well."
"You fuckers. When were ya gonna tell me?!"
"If Fracture had his way, never. He thought it would be bad for
productivity. Call me a sentimental fool but I thought you
deserved to know."
"It's okay baby. Daddy's here Gail. Daddies here now."
She stroked her hair and held her tight, desperate for her to do or say anything at all but she just stared blankly into the wall before her. As she has for well over 4 years now. This world has been too much for her to bare for a long time now. And not even the desperate cries of her Father could bring poor Abigail back. I was hoping it would put some spark back into those dead eyes but it didn't. Shes as far away from him in this room now as she was when we were hiding her down the hall.
"Well, that's touching or something but I have things to do.
You need anything?"
"Yes," he whimpered out, sobbing now.
"Anything I can actually get you?"
He just shook his head and wept into his daughter's shoulder.
"See you around."
And I just kind of left him to that. Work to do and all...
I have Smith now, Fire. I'm gonna snap that pretty little neck of yours and have you made into a torch.
Your move bitch.
Sloth out.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
I fucking hate blogging
But shit still has to get put up and it's my turn, apparently. I don't know why we bother with all of this, when we've got other, more important shit to do. And we have a lot of more important shit to do now. We're not in crisis mode or anything, but reshuffling is tedious, time consuming work, and we've got fucking scavengers sniffing around trying to get in and screw things up while we're disorganized.
Funny thing about the Fire Cult leaving, they were the ones we used to deal with other Fear cults. Now that they're gone and apparently no longer doing their jobs, the Timberwolves are getting ballsy. If you're in New Mexico or west Texas, you might want to keep a wary eye out for suspicious looking bikers, the place is crawling with them. We're working on taking them down to make the area safe for our operations again, we have more than enough Masks to divert some to the task, but the simple fact of the matter is that right now organization is not our strong suit.
The bitch from Vegas who's been sniffing around lately has been offering her help very sweetly, but we continue to politely refuse. We don't need help, especially from someone so likely to helpfully put a knife in our backs while she's at it. She can play helpful, she can act friendly, but one cunt always recognizes another, and that one is nothing but bad news for us, I can tell. I don't trust her, Sloth doesn't trust her, and neither should any of you.
In any event, my Masks are kicking ass and taking names, so we don't even need the aid. Until the next time they decide I need to update this stupid thing, adios.
Funny thing about the Fire Cult leaving, they were the ones we used to deal with other Fear cults. Now that they're gone and apparently no longer doing their jobs, the Timberwolves are getting ballsy. If you're in New Mexico or west Texas, you might want to keep a wary eye out for suspicious looking bikers, the place is crawling with them. We're working on taking them down to make the area safe for our operations again, we have more than enough Masks to divert some to the task, but the simple fact of the matter is that right now organization is not our strong suit.
The bitch from Vegas who's been sniffing around lately has been offering her help very sweetly, but we continue to politely refuse. We don't need help, especially from someone so likely to helpfully put a knife in our backs while she's at it. She can play helpful, she can act friendly, but one cunt always recognizes another, and that one is nothing but bad news for us, I can tell. I don't trust her, Sloth doesn't trust her, and neither should any of you.
In any event, my Masks are kicking ass and taking names, so we don't even need the aid. Until the next time they decide I need to update this stupid thing, adios.
Monday, January 19, 2015
I Would Find a Way
I woke up coughing. The ash was so thick in the air I could barely breath and I only kicked more of it up as I staggered quickly to my feet. It was Dark. The moon was high. A bright eerie red. An ominous harvest moon if I'd ever saw one casting a dim red light on everything.
It looked like I was in a city or a town of some kind. Burned, soot covered buildings surrounded me in a mixed state of disrepair. Many of them had trees growing through the wall. If there was any grass, or moss, or life around me, I would have thought the wilderness reclaiming this place and Nature, and the lack of any kind of maintenance, was tearing it down.
But everything looked so dead. Between the persistent coat of ash and dead leaves. Even the the leaves that still firmly stood on the tree looked black, yet not withered. Every minute or so I stood staring at them another leaf would fall. How long had they been like that? Couldn't have been long. It had to run out of leaves eventually.
It looked like I was in a city or a town of some kind. Burned, soot covered buildings surrounded me in a mixed state of disrepair. Many of them had trees growing through the wall. If there was any grass, or moss, or life around me, I would have thought the wilderness reclaiming this place and Nature, and the lack of any kind of maintenance, was tearing it down.
But everything looked so dead. Between the persistent coat of ash and dead leaves. Even the the leaves that still firmly stood on the tree looked black, yet not withered. Every minute or so I stood staring at them another leaf would fall. How long had they been like that? Couldn't have been long. It had to run out of leaves eventually.
'What have I become?'
On building in particular caught my eye. Maybe it was because of how much shorter than the other ones it was. Maybe it was because it wasn't quite as trashed as the other ones. Or the fact that the ash stopped just at the door like someone had been sweeping it out. Could have been the flicker of light I saw dance across the doorway ever so faintly. The sign that said 'The Hall' across the font of it. Maybe it was the mutilated bodies impaled on various things that only seemed to be decorating this particular building. Or the other sign with an arrow pointing in.
'My sweetest Friend.'
No... I think it was the singing.
Everything was suspicious. Too loud... too obvious... practically screaming 'this is a trap'. But that tired voice... It called to me. That... and the sensation of skin tearing away as the wind violently picked up and blew ash, leaves, and dust at me in turbulent speeds.
I through hand over my mouth and nose to keep myself from inhaling it and ran as fast as I could for 'the Hall' to escape the sudden ash storm.
'Everyone I Know'
I was surprised how clean it was inside the Hall. No ash. No dust... only occasional leaves. Storm was trying it's damnedest to blow ash into the building but it seems to part ways just before the door's threshold. I could hear laughing and talking. Cheers of joy and the sound of something breaking. The area five feet from the door was well lit and warm. I turned the corning to find the hallway opened up to a massive hall... bigger than it should have been by twice as much at least. And it was filled with people. Some masked... some not.
'Goes away, In the End'
Some I even recognized. Loveless, the highest I helped Fracture kill. Duckie. Navi's father Draydel. Spencer. Doc. Morningstar. Not just proxies though. Runners too. Zero, Robert, and Zeke. They all sat at different tables scattered across the entire hall with many others. They were fighting, eating, drinking, laughing, and some even Napping along side each other under the gentle glow of the many torches that rested far overhead.. Each of them looking exhausted and bettered. Each with new bruises, cuts, and scars that I did not recognize as having been there before they died.... new wounds?
I knew to avoid my old acquaintances... most people I've met tend to hold a grudge... really couldn't be helped in most cases. So I snuck over to Zero's table. His was the closest and I always wanted to meet him. I came up behind him and gently reached a hand over to him so I could get his attention but he turned to ash under my palm... and then the torch over head went out and everyone else at the table disappeared too...
I panicked a little and run over for Draydel. Sure he knew me but we had left things on good terms... he might even dare to call himself my friend. I stopped hurriedly behind him, almost slamming into him, and brought a hand down sharply on his shoulder and grasped as he puffed into ash. I opened my hand to find it full of ash... and then once more the torch overhead went out and everyone at the table disappeared with it.
I looked up to find everyone else in the Hall was starting at me know. Most of then turned to ash as the torches over their heads went out one by one as everyone shouted at me in pain, anger, and outrage. I stared as the last torched went out and everything went pitch black at me... for a moment there was only that silence. That loud, high pitched silence that echoes against the nothing all around you. The quiet screams of darkness ringing in my ear to tell me nothing was there and I was truly along. I wished I wasn't.
That was a mistake. I heard the sound of a match striking against a table and a small dim little light appeared a few feet from him and slowly rose, revealing a the masked figure in front of me.
"Ducke?" I asked just as the light ignited into a full flame, revealing the torch in Duckie's hand... and the dozens of people behind and beside him... and the slowly march on me.
I recognized most of them. Some I had shot. Some I had stabbed. Some I had intentionally fed bad intel to or sent on suicide missions without briefing the stakes to really telling them what they were supposed to be doing... most I had left for head at one point or another... and they slowly came within 10 feet of me.
"Sloth~" one of them sang in a fanciful rhythm as as I started to back up from the approaching mob.
I knew to avoid my old acquaintances... most people I've met tend to hold a grudge... really couldn't be helped in most cases. So I snuck over to Zero's table. His was the closest and I always wanted to meet him. I came up behind him and gently reached a hand over to him so I could get his attention but he turned to ash under my palm... and then the torch over head went out and everyone else at the table disappeared too...
I panicked a little and run over for Draydel. Sure he knew me but we had left things on good terms... he might even dare to call himself my friend. I stopped hurriedly behind him, almost slamming into him, and brought a hand down sharply on his shoulder and grasped as he puffed into ash. I opened my hand to find it full of ash... and then once more the torch overhead went out and everyone at the table disappeared with it.
'And you could have It All!'
I looked up to find everyone else in the Hall was starting at me know. Most of then turned to ash as the torches over their heads went out one by one as everyone shouted at me in pain, anger, and outrage. I stared as the last torched went out and everything went pitch black at me... for a moment there was only that silence. That loud, high pitched silence that echoes against the nothing all around you. The quiet screams of darkness ringing in my ear to tell me nothing was there and I was truly along. I wished I wasn't.
That was a mistake. I heard the sound of a match striking against a table and a small dim little light appeared a few feet from him and slowly rose, revealing a the masked figure in front of me.
"Ducke?" I asked just as the light ignited into a full flame, revealing the torch in Duckie's hand... and the dozens of people behind and beside him... and the slowly march on me.
I recognized most of them. Some I had shot. Some I had stabbed. Some I had intentionally fed bad intel to or sent on suicide missions without briefing the stakes to really telling them what they were supposed to be doing... most I had left for head at one point or another... and they slowly came within 10 feet of me.
"Sloth~" one of them sang in a fanciful rhythm as as I started to back up from the approaching mob.
'My Empire of Dirt'
I backed up to until I felt something against me, as the mob fanned out around me keeping a five foot spread from me in all directions. Some of them throwing shoes, and stones, and balled up pieces of cloth, and food.
Why had they stopped?
And then I heard the song continue you behind me just overhead.
'I will let You down'
I turned and looked up to realized I had backed up into the tree that sat at the fall end of the great hall. It was tall and it branched off at the base of it's trunk into five separate curved trunks that went out and then back in ending at points like five big fingers to one set of claws. This tree in particular was still coated in leaves, though all of them were black just the same. And the middle curved trunk had steps curved into it. At the end of those steps sat a bed of leaves and branches in roughly the shape of chair. Upon this magnificent throne sat Johnny Cash, dressed in all black wearing a black cowboy hat, boots, and a white labcoat strumming on a warped, bent, guitar made of rotting wood with long locks of hair for strings. His hands were oozing a red goo... blood? The air tasted like blood.
'I will make You Hurt'
He sang as he stood up and tossed me this gross blood soaked guitar... and I reached out and caught it. It felt like mush in my hands... like it might snap in two or fall apart at any moment. And Johnny Cash tipped his hat down and gave a little bow before throwing his coat tail out and catching it in his hand as he turned, disappearing at the end of the motion. And as he turned to disappear his hat and labcoat shed to ash. Alone I looked down at myself and realized I was in a labcoat. I looked up and realized I was in a cowboy hat.
I turned to face the endless crowd of my enemies and gently strummed the guitar's cord and sang.
'If I could Start again.'
With every cord I strummed and under the echo of my voice, one by one my old enemies, the poor souls I had hurt and abandoned, souls that had depended on and trusted me, slowly turned away and began to walk away. And one by one as they got far enough away from the torch, the returned to ash and disappeared into the air until only Duckie remained.
I watched the bullet hole Fracture had put in Duckie's head slowly formed and began to rain blood and pus... and he started to dance in a circle, swinging the light around him self to show off it's beautiful glow before he finally stopped and blew out the torch, puffing out into ash... at long last he had his beautiful death...
And I was all alone in this great big hall that had once been filled with such light and life... now as cold, empty, and barren as the rest of the world around me... as the world I had come from.
'A million miles away'
Minutes passed in slow eternity and I slowly become comfortable with the dark and got use to the gentle chill of this lonely empty place. I mindlessly and gently strummed on through it letting out my beautiful melody... for no one in particular as the roof over my head slowly shook and crumbled overhead, raining debris around me until ceiling was gone and the bright red light of the moon shone down on me.
And in that light new figures appeared around me. All masked and all glaring. Standing out in front of them was a women in all red with a pointy red hat. She snapped her finger and pointed and the old guitar in hand snapped into twenty different pieces and crumbled to the ground. She laughed and pointed down at the ground. One word to carry all she meant to say.
"Kneel"
I shook my head and plugged at my hair, and defiantly continued my song.
'I would Keep Myself'
She laughed and rolled her eyes and waved her men to take care of me for her, all of them rushing past her to tackle me to the ground. And with each strum, one of two of them fell away into dust but before long then were upon me. They grabbed me by my wrists and hair and wrestled me to the ground, holding me still as I cussed and screamed for help. Over stepped the red women, leaning over me with a bright knowing grind.
I cried out for anyone I could think of and pleaded, no, begged for help. And as if answering that call many of the old faces I had run off appeared around me. All of them leaned overhead like the women and stared down at me. I reached out for them. Begged for them to help me stop her. But they shoot their heads as wide Cheshire smiles spread across their faces.
They lunged out at me, placing hands across my body and holding me perfectly still as the Women produced at knife. And slowly, for what felt like an eternity, she brought the knife closer and closer and closer down to my neck and gently nipped at my throat... standing up and walking away as I coughed and squeezed desperately for air struggling like a fish out of water to get free to save myself but powerless under the weight of a thousand onlooking old grudges and they slowly pressed harder and harder into me, squeezing the life out as the world went black to the sound of my whimpered, hushed gasps for a salvation that would never find me...
As my mind fell into the cold, ashy, empty, blackness, the only world I had ever truly known, I couldn't help but smirk. Seems no matter where you go or what you do... you always end up home.
Like this was the only way it could have been.
"Could there really have been no other end?"
I asked as I sat up in bed and was quickly booted out by a punch to the kidney... seems I dream to loud...
Sloth out.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Fucking Cowardly Deserters
So, I don't think I mentioned this before in light of how I thought the fire bitch wouldn't be so fucking dumb as to actually follow through with the mutiny, but a lot of our people left with her. Devil mentioned that. I was pretty fucking mad to discover this, because a good portion of the ones that left were my people.
Granted, they haven't been mine for very long, and Masks are about as hard to bond with as you might expect they would be, but I was pretty sure that at least the majority of them had really started to respect me. I guess some of them do, there are still some left. But some of the ones I thought I could trust are gone, and that's really fucking annoying. Especially since at least some of those fuckers are the same assholes who threw fits when Moth decided to break his vows. But breaking their own vows to go hang out with a defecting cult, that's apparently juuuust fucking fine. Hypocrites.
The fire cultists that stayed... well, they're an interesting lot. Not really my area, none of them have any particular interest in becoming a Mask as far as I know. But it's nice to know that not all fire cultists are two faced backstabbing idiots, at least. And honestly, we'd be pretty understaffed without them.
As for Mumbles, who Devil mentioned, she is actually getting a promotion in duties as well as in title. There's a lot of higher level duties she can't do by virtue of not being able to talk because of his vows. But I have made her my lieutenant, more or less. Not talking is actually helpful when dealing with Masks, and I've given her the task of matching Masks to tasks and helping settle any issues among them, that sort of thing. I like her, she's proven trustworthy on multiple occasions now, and I feel like I should encourage that. The only problem there is that I'm not entirely sure she wanted the promotion. I'm hoping if she doesn't, she'll find a way to let me know she wants to go back to the way things were before.
Granted, they haven't been mine for very long, and Masks are about as hard to bond with as you might expect they would be, but I was pretty sure that at least the majority of them had really started to respect me. I guess some of them do, there are still some left. But some of the ones I thought I could trust are gone, and that's really fucking annoying. Especially since at least some of those fuckers are the same assholes who threw fits when Moth decided to break his vows. But breaking their own vows to go hang out with a defecting cult, that's apparently juuuust fucking fine. Hypocrites.
The fire cultists that stayed... well, they're an interesting lot. Not really my area, none of them have any particular interest in becoming a Mask as far as I know. But it's nice to know that not all fire cultists are two faced backstabbing idiots, at least. And honestly, we'd be pretty understaffed without them.
As for Mumbles, who Devil mentioned, she is actually getting a promotion in duties as well as in title. There's a lot of higher level duties she can't do by virtue of not being able to talk because of his vows. But I have made her my lieutenant, more or less. Not talking is actually helpful when dealing with Masks, and I've given her the task of matching Masks to tasks and helping settle any issues among them, that sort of thing. I like her, she's proven trustworthy on multiple occasions now, and I feel like I should encourage that. The only problem there is that I'm not entirely sure she wanted the promotion. I'm hoping if she doesn't, she'll find a way to let me know she wants to go back to the way things were before.
Friday, January 2, 2015
the Righteous Side of Hell
Its gone missing. Completely disappeared.
Hello. Devil here. The Lord Devil Siera, I guess. Or just Siera. Details.
We've lost the fire cult. Nat neglected to mention that last part. Their cult use to make up a fourth of the Free Market's internal infrastructure between their training grounds, cages, dorms, offices, and shrines.
But immediately after the Fire's post that entire wing, the south wing, disappeared. It looks like someone literally ripped the building in two there and took the other half. The hallway just stops and is lined with ash and char marks. Beyond that line of char is just infinite blackness. An open void like vacuum. If this was real space and not a loop, such a vacuum would have caused the rest of the compound to decompress and implode.
Thank god for fucked up bullshit right?
We uh... we have no idea what might happen to someone who fell out into that vacuum. I've heard Fracture theorize that people who fall into the blank space of a loop are either lost there forever or eventually fall into another dimension, like the Path of Black Leaves or into the Quiet.
We uh... have put up a tarp... problem solved.
We've received a small flux in fire cultists that have decided to abandon the cult in response to the Fire's new direction for them. Nat, however, doesn't trust them. So they aren't allowed in the loop. So I'm adopting them into my ground operations. Fire cult trained personal are too valuable to pass up at any risk.
They, like all other non-mask proxies are experiencing under my care, will be enrolled into the sentinel program and be assigned runners to protect.
This influx is no where near as big as the influx of Masks we lost when she left. Roughly a third of all of Nat's Masks have abandoned their posts and forsaken their vows to sign up with the Fire cult and join the offensive to oust Sloth from power with every intent to see him murdered in the process.
One of which was actually one of Sloth's body guards and ran at him with a knife and tried to push him into the Path of Black Leaves where his death would have been very permanent. He was fortunate that his other body guard, another mask named mumbles, stayed loyal and put the first one down.
In honor of Mumbles great deeds, Sloth has promoted mumbles to be on par with both myself and Nat in rank in what he only described to be 'reasons'.
So this post stands in dedication to our new CEO Lord!
All hail Lord Inferno Mumbles, who presumably was named in an effort to undermine the Fire's title.
Lord Inferno, of course, as no current responsibilities as the wing of the Free Market he would be reining over right now is currently missing. As best that I can tell, he is still just a body guard.
Hurray for fake promotions!
The Lord Devil Siera out!
Hello. Devil here. The Lord Devil Siera, I guess. Or just Siera. Details.
We've lost the fire cult. Nat neglected to mention that last part. Their cult use to make up a fourth of the Free Market's internal infrastructure between their training grounds, cages, dorms, offices, and shrines.
But immediately after the Fire's post that entire wing, the south wing, disappeared. It looks like someone literally ripped the building in two there and took the other half. The hallway just stops and is lined with ash and char marks. Beyond that line of char is just infinite blackness. An open void like vacuum. If this was real space and not a loop, such a vacuum would have caused the rest of the compound to decompress and implode.
Thank god for fucked up bullshit right?
We uh... we have no idea what might happen to someone who fell out into that vacuum. I've heard Fracture theorize that people who fall into the blank space of a loop are either lost there forever or eventually fall into another dimension, like the Path of Black Leaves or into the Quiet.
We uh... have put up a tarp... problem solved.
We've received a small flux in fire cultists that have decided to abandon the cult in response to the Fire's new direction for them. Nat, however, doesn't trust them. So they aren't allowed in the loop. So I'm adopting them into my ground operations. Fire cult trained personal are too valuable to pass up at any risk.
They, like all other non-mask proxies are experiencing under my care, will be enrolled into the sentinel program and be assigned runners to protect.
This influx is no where near as big as the influx of Masks we lost when she left. Roughly a third of all of Nat's Masks have abandoned their posts and forsaken their vows to sign up with the Fire cult and join the offensive to oust Sloth from power with every intent to see him murdered in the process.
One of which was actually one of Sloth's body guards and ran at him with a knife and tried to push him into the Path of Black Leaves where his death would have been very permanent. He was fortunate that his other body guard, another mask named mumbles, stayed loyal and put the first one down.
In honor of Mumbles great deeds, Sloth has promoted mumbles to be on par with both myself and Nat in rank in what he only described to be 'reasons'.
So this post stands in dedication to our new CEO Lord!
All hail Lord Inferno Mumbles, who presumably was named in an effort to undermine the Fire's title.
Lord Inferno, of course, as no current responsibilities as the wing of the Free Market he would be reining over right now is currently missing. As best that I can tell, he is still just a body guard.
Hurray for fake promotions!
The Lord Devil Siera out!
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Bring It On, Bitch
You've probably all seen this by now. A load of crap, is all it is. The most sanctimonious of bullshit I've ever had the misfortune of having to read. It's not even worth spending the time to summarize and address you all about my opinion. Instead, I just want to address the bitch.
You know what? You want to be independant? Fine. You're an arrogant cunt and I'm glad to see the back of you. But you're way out of line. WAY THE FUCK OUT OF LINE, BITCH. Obviously, Sloth is kind of a fuckwit. Duh. He's a man. They can't help it, the poor idiots. And if you don't like his leadership, that's one less thing for us to have to manage, one more thing Fracture has to keep doing whether he likes it or not, which is all to the good. But deciding Sloth deserves to fucking die over some relatively minor fuckups is just nuts. Jack trying to kill him I get. I don't like it, but I get it. Not that I won't fucking kill him if he tries it again, but I get it. But you... it's like you just had a grudge that you've been trying really hard to find an excuse for.
Seriously, bitch, aren't you supposed to be emotionless or something? This is not emotionless. This is petty anger. You've just declared war, as far as I can tell. Last chance to take it back. The Fire Cult has been wiped out once. Don't you think declaring war on the Free Market is a good way to do it again?
You know what? You want to be independant? Fine. You're an arrogant cunt and I'm glad to see the back of you. But you're way out of line. WAY THE FUCK OUT OF LINE, BITCH. Obviously, Sloth is kind of a fuckwit. Duh. He's a man. They can't help it, the poor idiots. And if you don't like his leadership, that's one less thing for us to have to manage, one more thing Fracture has to keep doing whether he likes it or not, which is all to the good. But deciding Sloth deserves to fucking die over some relatively minor fuckups is just nuts. Jack trying to kill him I get. I don't like it, but I get it. Not that I won't fucking kill him if he tries it again, but I get it. But you... it's like you just had a grudge that you've been trying really hard to find an excuse for.
Seriously, bitch, aren't you supposed to be emotionless or something? This is not emotionless. This is petty anger. You've just declared war, as far as I can tell. Last chance to take it back. The Fire Cult has been wiped out once. Don't you think declaring war on the Free Market is a good way to do it again?
Monday, December 15, 2014
No More
This is an official declaration of sovereignty. I, and the rest of the Fire Cult, have suffered for far to long under the doomed leadership of the incompetent Lord Betrayer, the lazy piece of shit, Sloth. I would link examples of his short comings but it's every post on this blog since he took over.
He immediately singled out his body guard, the poor angry bitch that took over his old job, Nat by keeping her out of the loop and going over her head on matters with out so much as a mention or any degree of consulting. During this period of disarray he used Nat's refusal to work with him to convince Fracture to come back and take over things while he was fixing what he broke. But he didn't fix what he broke.
With Fracture busy doing both Sloth's and Nat's job, Sloth ran off and branded Fracture's soon to be newest recruit for no other reason than to piss Fracture off screwing over's Fracture's ward in the processes by using him as a patsy and making him an accomplice for no other reason that to get him in trouble and further infuriate Fracture.
I'm sure it surprises no one that Fracture abandoned us again under the weight of all this senseless harassment. But it didn't end there. Jack, Fracture's ward, came back for revenge and near fatally injured Sloth. In my eyes, and in most peoples eyes, I think its fair to say Sloth got off pretty easy. He deserved nothing short of death at this point and he damn well knows it. So what did he have his dog Nat post in response to his failed assassination attempt? Threats, challenging Jack to try it again.
And what did he immediately do when he got better? He threw a stupid fucking party for Moth's shameful abandonment of his oath. Maggot certainly had the right idea last night. One does not simply get to abandon their vows and Moth certainly got off easy... far easier than Sloth will be getting off. I'm going kill him.
He has no honor. He has no remorse, He attacks those hes supposed to be working with and acts like a victim when her gets what he deserves for it. I will not be his bitch like Nat, so willing to forgive and take orders.
I can see that Fracture didn't give Sloth this position out of mutual respect. He did it because its hard work. Because its dangerous work. Because it will eat him alive. And by god, I will see Fracture's will done.
I declare us, the Fire Cult, the our own active body in the Free Market answering only to Fracture and Father himself. And further more, I decree Sloth to be unworthy of his title of head CEO of the Free Market. He will be stripped of his undeserved title and burned until only bones remain so that I may replace him.
Brace yourself Betrayer. The Fire is coming.
He immediately singled out his body guard, the poor angry bitch that took over his old job, Nat by keeping her out of the loop and going over her head on matters with out so much as a mention or any degree of consulting. During this period of disarray he used Nat's refusal to work with him to convince Fracture to come back and take over things while he was fixing what he broke. But he didn't fix what he broke.
With Fracture busy doing both Sloth's and Nat's job, Sloth ran off and branded Fracture's soon to be newest recruit for no other reason than to piss Fracture off screwing over's Fracture's ward in the processes by using him as a patsy and making him an accomplice for no other reason that to get him in trouble and further infuriate Fracture.
I'm sure it surprises no one that Fracture abandoned us again under the weight of all this senseless harassment. But it didn't end there. Jack, Fracture's ward, came back for revenge and near fatally injured Sloth. In my eyes, and in most peoples eyes, I think its fair to say Sloth got off pretty easy. He deserved nothing short of death at this point and he damn well knows it. So what did he have his dog Nat post in response to his failed assassination attempt? Threats, challenging Jack to try it again.
And what did he immediately do when he got better? He threw a stupid fucking party for Moth's shameful abandonment of his oath. Maggot certainly had the right idea last night. One does not simply get to abandon their vows and Moth certainly got off easy... far easier than Sloth will be getting off. I'm going kill him.
He has no honor. He has no remorse, He attacks those hes supposed to be working with and acts like a victim when her gets what he deserves for it. I will not be his bitch like Nat, so willing to forgive and take orders.
I can see that Fracture didn't give Sloth this position out of mutual respect. He did it because its hard work. Because its dangerous work. Because it will eat him alive. And by god, I will see Fracture's will done.
I declare us, the Fire Cult, the our own active body in the Free Market answering only to Fracture and Father himself. And further more, I decree Sloth to be unworthy of his title of head CEO of the Free Market. He will be stripped of his undeserved title and burned until only bones remain so that I may replace him.
Brace yourself Betrayer. The Fire is coming.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Not Fucking Today
So, fuck you, Fuckface, and fuck you Jack. Your attempt was unsuccessful. Sloth is alive, and he's going to be fine. He is guarded, and if you try something again you will not come away unscathed.
For those of you who aren't the culprit and therefore don't already fucking know, Jack seems to be unhappy about recent events. He decided the appropriate way to express this unhappiness was to fucking attempt to assassinate Sloth. Presumably he thought that since the two of us had recently had a rather public fight and no one else seems to give a fuck, he would be an easy target.
He thought fucking wrong. I had some of my Masks guarding the fucker constantly. Not to mention I myself had started guarding him again as well, because despite what some of you might think I'm not a totally unreasonable cunt and we sorted things out. The boss is the boss, after all.
So, he is fucking guarded, and he is fine, and you are going to fucking pay for this.
For those of you who aren't the culprit and therefore don't already fucking know, Jack seems to be unhappy about recent events. He decided the appropriate way to express this unhappiness was to fucking attempt to assassinate Sloth. Presumably he thought that since the two of us had recently had a rather public fight and no one else seems to give a fuck, he would be an easy target.
He thought fucking wrong. I had some of my Masks guarding the fucker constantly. Not to mention I myself had started guarding him again as well, because despite what some of you might think I'm not a totally unreasonable cunt and we sorted things out. The boss is the boss, after all.
So, he is fucking guarded, and he is fine, and you are going to fucking pay for this.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Sorry Fracture
It's nothing personal. Really. By now I would think you of all people can appreciate why this keeps happening. And really, would you expect anything else from someone with my title?
Not as if you haven't done worse to some people... I'm sure you're huffing and making a big scene on that side of the monitor but remember, that just makes you a hypocrite.
...
"What the fuck do you people want?!" he yelled in exhausted frustration. We'd spent the better half of the last three days following him. Chasing him at times. And we'd finally managed to corner him. He was a scrappy fucker, this Cerberus.
A disgraced timber-wolf Fracture and the Free Market had used and thrown to the wolves. Funny how those who abandon you always come back to see if you're still alive after a while...
"Isn't this the guy Fracture wanted?" asked Jack looking concerned and confused. So well informed. Fracture never use to tell him anything when he had me following him around during my 'baby' days. I hadn't anticipated this. It was easy enough to lie my way out of though.
"Why do you think we're here? Where gonna do something nice for good ol' Fracture. A thank you for everything he does for us."
"Oh. That makes sense~.... I guess."
"Of course it does, or I wouldn't have said it."
Cerberus hissed at the name drop.
"Fracture!"
"That's right boy-o, Fracture."
"Proxies," he said hissing again. I would have thought the masks would have given that away but whatever. Timberwolves always were overly dramatic douchebags.
"Right... this conversation is getting stupid a little faster than I care to go so-"
"Ha! Because you're Sloth!"
"..."
"And you're slow..."
"..."
"I get it."
"Wow. We and we're already there it seems."
"Hey," Jack huffed angrily. I wasn't about to stop to let him open his stupid mouth again this time.
"So I'm just gonna cut to the chase. You're gonna join us."
Cerberus scoffed. "Like hell. I'd sooner die."
"Well... I've done all I can do."
"...Really?"
"Yep. Guess we should go."
"... Just gonna... let me go?"
And I stabbed him in the gut. "Yep. With the standard gift basket of course."
I heard a pop and a snap behind us and half turned. Cerberus took that window to kick the knife out of my hand and made a grab for it. Jack and one of my Mask's grabbed him and held him down. He started struggling and yelling for help.
"Relax. We're not gonna kill you," I said as my other Mask arrived with freshly broken and super heated pieces of mask. "We're just gonna make sure no one else will have you till you change your mind."
And with that I took my leave of the grisly scene that was to follow. Jack assured me my will was done. Cerberus was permanently branded with pieces of broken mask across his face in a tasteful manner, not too unlike our poor darling PaKaSo.
No runner, cultist, or proxy should want anything to do with him looking like that. To most it looks very proxy like. To us, its the sign of a turncoat. Or it is now. The meaning of that has changed a few times... it meant something completely different when PaKaSo did it... god shes got it rough.
Cerberus passed out from the pain. Hes kind of a bitch... not that I can boast that I wouldn't have done the same if I'm being perfectly frank.
...
Poor Cerberus. After what Fracture's goons did to him, I doubt he'll ever work with us now. Such a pity.
Sorry Fracture. Looks like I fucked up your newest project and it's face... again.
I keep doing that. So careless of me.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth, out.
Not as if you haven't done worse to some people... I'm sure you're huffing and making a big scene on that side of the monitor but remember, that just makes you a hypocrite.
...
"What the fuck do you people want?!" he yelled in exhausted frustration. We'd spent the better half of the last three days following him. Chasing him at times. And we'd finally managed to corner him. He was a scrappy fucker, this Cerberus.
A disgraced timber-wolf Fracture and the Free Market had used and thrown to the wolves. Funny how those who abandon you always come back to see if you're still alive after a while...
"Isn't this the guy Fracture wanted?" asked Jack looking concerned and confused. So well informed. Fracture never use to tell him anything when he had me following him around during my 'baby' days. I hadn't anticipated this. It was easy enough to lie my way out of though.
"Why do you think we're here? Where gonna do something nice for good ol' Fracture. A thank you for everything he does for us."
"Oh. That makes sense~.... I guess."
"Of course it does, or I wouldn't have said it."
Cerberus hissed at the name drop.
"Fracture!"
"That's right boy-o, Fracture."
"Proxies," he said hissing again. I would have thought the masks would have given that away but whatever. Timberwolves always were overly dramatic douchebags.
"Right... this conversation is getting stupid a little faster than I care to go so-"
"Ha! Because you're Sloth!"
"..."
"And you're slow..."
"..."
"I get it."
"Wow. We and we're already there it seems."
"Hey," Jack huffed angrily. I wasn't about to stop to let him open his stupid mouth again this time.
"So I'm just gonna cut to the chase. You're gonna join us."
Cerberus scoffed. "Like hell. I'd sooner die."
"Well... I've done all I can do."
"...Really?"
"Yep. Guess we should go."
"... Just gonna... let me go?"
And I stabbed him in the gut. "Yep. With the standard gift basket of course."
I heard a pop and a snap behind us and half turned. Cerberus took that window to kick the knife out of my hand and made a grab for it. Jack and one of my Mask's grabbed him and held him down. He started struggling and yelling for help.
"Relax. We're not gonna kill you," I said as my other Mask arrived with freshly broken and super heated pieces of mask. "We're just gonna make sure no one else will have you till you change your mind."
And with that I took my leave of the grisly scene that was to follow. Jack assured me my will was done. Cerberus was permanently branded with pieces of broken mask across his face in a tasteful manner, not too unlike our poor darling PaKaSo.
No runner, cultist, or proxy should want anything to do with him looking like that. To most it looks very proxy like. To us, its the sign of a turncoat. Or it is now. The meaning of that has changed a few times... it meant something completely different when PaKaSo did it... god shes got it rough.
Cerberus passed out from the pain. Hes kind of a bitch... not that I can boast that I wouldn't have done the same if I'm being perfectly frank.
...
Poor Cerberus. After what Fracture's goons did to him, I doubt he'll ever work with us now. Such a pity.
Sorry Fracture. Looks like I fucked up your newest project and it's face... again.
I keep doing that. So careless of me.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth, out.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Going Behind my Fucking Back
What's the point of putting me in charge of a thing if you're just going to go the fuck behind my back anyway? Ugh. Moth was a fucking Mask, that's my damn jurisdiction and you know it! I'm not sure I buy this whole sacrifice thing at all, but I especially don't appreciate not even being fucking informed until I read it on the BLOG. What the everloving fuck, you bastards?
And Fracture, keep the hell out of our business. You retired, so fucking RETIRE. Stay away. We do not want you here. I fucking swear, just recently we were trying to kill the smug asshole and now we're all working with him without even a complaint? That is some BULLSHIT. Do you guys have the memories of a fucking goldfish?
I am just so fucking fed up with all of this crap. I was going to keep quiet, I'm tired of this blogging shit, but apparently no one registers information unless it's on one of these. You should've fucking told me he was getting retired to do this sacrifice crap. You should've fucking told me that he might go insane in the process. You should've fucking told me we were somehow still on friendly terms with Fuckface despite everything.
I have had it with this shit. If any of you need me, I'll be off doing my FUCKING JOB and having nothing to do with this bullshit. Don't even bother me unless you want to tell me something related to that. Just... fuck off. All of you. Go to hell.
And Fracture, keep the hell out of our business. You retired, so fucking RETIRE. Stay away. We do not want you here. I fucking swear, just recently we were trying to kill the smug asshole and now we're all working with him without even a complaint? That is some BULLSHIT. Do you guys have the memories of a fucking goldfish?
I am just so fucking fed up with all of this crap. I was going to keep quiet, I'm tired of this blogging shit, but apparently no one registers information unless it's on one of these. You should've fucking told me he was getting retired to do this sacrifice crap. You should've fucking told me that he might go insane in the process. You should've fucking told me we were somehow still on friendly terms with Fuckface despite everything.
I have had it with this shit. If any of you need me, I'll be off doing my FUCKING JOB and having nothing to do with this bullshit. Don't even bother me unless you want to tell me something related to that. Just... fuck off. All of you. Go to hell.
Friday, October 10, 2014
I Was Born Sick
But I love it!
Command me to be well?
I guess. Apparently.
I don't fucking know. Fracture sent that one one up. I just kind of finished it.
Sloth here. Or as they are calling me these days, the Lord Betrayer Sloth. I've got a whole fucking title and everything. I gotta say... that is way to much pressure. I don't think I can handle this. In fact, I know I can't handle this.
That's what I have people for. People can hand things. So I made all my people create blog accounts so they could write on my behalf too. Because believe you me, I wasn't about to let them onto my account. Last thing I need is my account picture suddenly becoming a penis or something. Because they've done that before.
I'm surrounded by 20 year old juveniles.
Lets name the cast.
First off is me. Sloth. I'm awesome, probably.
Then we have our second in command.The Lord Goddess Nat. Do not call her that, she'll rip your throat out. In fact, I'm gonna strike that out. It doesn't exist now. She'll be taking over my old job coordinating the Mask Cult. Interests include beating the shit out of you and everything you know and love. She also likes cats.
Next up is the head of the Mask Cult's sister cult, the Fire Cult. She is the Lord Fire Jen. Do not call her Jen though. She'll rip your throat out. In fact, I've already made this joke so we'll just underline it this time. Fuck you bitch. Stop changing my profile picture to dicks. Her interests include all fields of academia and lighting shit on fire with her mind. She, ironically, has no emotion... or something.
Last on the roster is the Lord Devil Siera. Shes prefers to be called Siera and, like everyone else, has no idea why her codename is Devil. Shes an accountant. She is also an ex-drug lord and was Duckie's half sister. So also handles most out of house personal like your standard non-cult specific proxies and other such people who don't actually live at the Free Market but choose to take orders from us in exchange for money and security. She, like you, is the backbone of this operation. She is also a raging alcoholic.
As you might have noticed, we adopted a few blogs.
Picasso's blog has been fused with Wrath is Eternal. From the looks of its, its just gonna be her rambling but its nice to have the real Picasso back all the same. She said she wants to get back to proxy work and I guess she intends to drag Navi along with her. I guess we'll see how that works out.
Moth has decided to start his own blog. The aptly named, Wrath is Madness. His blog has also been fused with this one. He opened up with a recap of what brought us to where we are now so if you're curious as to why I'm in charge now instead of Fracture go read that. I guess hes gonna chronicle us sacrificing him to the 'Fire'... should be pretty metal.... I guess?
And last, Fracture is reviving his old blog. The White Coat Special. If you take up that blog, I suggest you take the newest posts advice and don't bother with the backlog. Its a lot of gibberish. Apparently he stole Jack and their off to kill shit and experiment and be pretentious assholes together. Its worth noting that Fracture is apparently still technically my boss... maybe... he claims to still be.... and that we didn't fuse his blog to ours. He fused himself to us forcibly. Such class.
If we keep to our schedules, these blogs should be updating bi-weekly... that is to say, every other week... is that bi-monthly? I have no idea. It'll be every other week. Except for maybe Fracture's blog. He'll do whatever the fuck he wants I'm sure.
The last exciting bit of new is a few changes I've made to the website. I added an item to the store in honor of Fracture who stepped down from his position but refuses to leave or stop meddling... apparently. We added the item before we realized that was gonna be the case.
We also added an Ethics page. No longer does the Free Market hunt runners. It is our duty to protect them while Father hunts them. We're very progressive here. This has actually been the case for a while now but the Ethics page should make that information either to find. There are also some rules in there that pertain to the entire Free Market and areas where the Free Market's influence extends. Do try to behave.
I'm debating taking down the bounty board. Feels dated. I don't know, what do you guys think?
Anyways, I'm gonna go take a nap and then try to eat an entire bag of apples on my own. You all stay beautiful and shit... you know... if you feel like it.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth out.
Command me to be well?
I guess. Apparently.
I don't fucking know. Fracture sent that one one up. I just kind of finished it.
Sloth here. Or as they are calling me these days, the Lord Betrayer Sloth. I've got a whole fucking title and everything. I gotta say... that is way to much pressure. I don't think I can handle this. In fact, I know I can't handle this.
That's what I have people for. People can hand things. So I made all my people create blog accounts so they could write on my behalf too. Because believe you me, I wasn't about to let them onto my account. Last thing I need is my account picture suddenly becoming a penis or something. Because they've done that before.
I'm surrounded by 20 year old juveniles.
Lets name the cast.
First off is me. Sloth. I'm awesome, probably.
Then we have our second in command.
Next up is the head of the Mask Cult's sister cult, the Fire Cult. She is the Lord Fire Jen. Do not call her Jen though. She'll rip your throat out. In fact, I've already made this joke so we'll just underline it this time. Fuck you bitch. Stop changing my profile picture to dicks. Her interests include all fields of academia and lighting shit on fire with her mind. She, ironically, has no emotion... or something.
Last on the roster is the Lord Devil Siera. Shes prefers to be called Siera and, like everyone else, has no idea why her codename is Devil. Shes an accountant. She is also an ex-drug lord and was Duckie's half sister. So also handles most out of house personal like your standard non-cult specific proxies and other such people who don't actually live at the Free Market but choose to take orders from us in exchange for money and security. She, like you, is the backbone of this operation. She is also a raging alcoholic.
As you might have noticed, we adopted a few blogs.
Picasso's blog has been fused with Wrath is Eternal. From the looks of its, its just gonna be her rambling but its nice to have the real Picasso back all the same. She said she wants to get back to proxy work and I guess she intends to drag Navi along with her. I guess we'll see how that works out.
Moth has decided to start his own blog. The aptly named, Wrath is Madness. His blog has also been fused with this one. He opened up with a recap of what brought us to where we are now so if you're curious as to why I'm in charge now instead of Fracture go read that. I guess hes gonna chronicle us sacrificing him to the 'Fire'... should be pretty metal.... I guess?
And last, Fracture is reviving his old blog. The White Coat Special. If you take up that blog, I suggest you take the newest posts advice and don't bother with the backlog. Its a lot of gibberish. Apparently he stole Jack and their off to kill shit and experiment and be pretentious assholes together. Its worth noting that Fracture is apparently still technically my boss... maybe... he claims to still be.... and that we didn't fuse his blog to ours. He fused himself to us forcibly. Such class.
If we keep to our schedules, these blogs should be updating bi-weekly... that is to say, every other week... is that bi-monthly? I have no idea. It'll be every other week. Except for maybe Fracture's blog. He'll do whatever the fuck he wants I'm sure.
The last exciting bit of new is a few changes I've made to the website. I added an item to the store in honor of Fracture who stepped down from his position but refuses to leave or stop meddling... apparently. We added the item before we realized that was gonna be the case.
We also added an Ethics page. No longer does the Free Market hunt runners. It is our duty to protect them while Father hunts them. We're very progressive here. This has actually been the case for a while now but the Ethics page should make that information either to find. There are also some rules in there that pertain to the entire Free Market and areas where the Free Market's influence extends. Do try to behave.
I'm debating taking down the bounty board. Feels dated. I don't know, what do you guys think?
Anyways, I'm gonna go take a nap and then try to eat an entire bag of apples on my own. You all stay beautiful and shit... you know... if you feel like it.
The Lord Betrayer Sloth out.
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