You're Okay to Leave it all Behind.

Great news everyone. Whispers back.

He was out on an away mission for a long, long time. We had him down in Black Lake working with Maggot and Jack to brainwash the populous and rewrite recent history. Specifically that the small town of Black Lake was swarmed with all manner of fear cults in a desperate effort by various fears to take over the town.

While much of the information surrounding the incident is still highly classified I feel its safe to disclose that the effort to cover up the incident has been highly successful. There is not a single survivor who can remember what they actually survived. As best they can remember it, those lost where consumed in a massive fire that nearly burnt the whole town to the ground. To complete that illusion, we set fire to every structure in Black Lake before these mind fucking efforts began to make the damage more consistent with the cover up.

With the cover up in full effect and the populous free once more to go about their shattered lives, a reconstruction effort as been started by the town to rebuild itself from the ground up. Seems before too terribly long Black Lake will be a real town again. Here is hoping it's still there next week...




So, with Whisper back we have everything we need to fix Picasso. I had her restrained by Helrick and Ivan and dragged off to the white room this morning. Shes currently tied down to the operating table with the strongest restraints money can buy. Something I've found to be incredibly necessary in past procedures. You'd be surprised just how stupid strong people get when they try to resist forcible mind fucking procedures. Its like putting someone on PCP. Their brain gives up all mental inhibitions in the struggle and as a result the body uses its full strength as it flails to try to get away.

We actually had a guy punch right through someones chest in a very early try run of this sort of thing. It wasn't pretty.

I can hear Picasso screaming profanities and begging to be let out right now. She must have just woke up.

"NO! I'm sorry, I'll be good. I'LL BE GOOD! I'll kill you QUICK! PLEASE! Not this, NOT THE WHITE ROOM. NOOOO. NOOOOOOOOOO"

Rather annoying.

We should really get started I guess.

We'll let you know how it goes.

The Lord Guardian Fracture Out.

In which shit happens while I spend an entire month recounting the events of one week.

In which that is entirely David's fault.
I don't know why yet but if you give me an hour or so I can make something up.

In which reference.

In which I stop "in which"ing.

I think the title says it. I did not spend an entire month visiting Mother. I just spent all my blogging free time talking about it over the course of January. It just felt important I guess? So important I got really fucking wordy about it and map quested that shit out for anyone stupid enough to try to repeat the trip I made. Its just hard to differentiate between what is and is not important you know? It takes every step of a trip to form a journey, right?

Did you know question marks? Constant questions marks. Its how you win.

Quick disclaimer, those questions where rhetorical. Don't like, actually answer them in the comments.

So yeah. I've been up to other stuff all month.

Devil, 'the Fire', and I have been out on the ground floor with the Finest fucking with the loop Picasso, Moth, and Navi tried to escape into. It was real nice of them to corner themselves like that for us. Navi is right in that post I linked. First thing we did was alter the loop so they wouldn't remember the day prior when it reset. I have no idea why that didn't work on Moth. That's kind of weird. 

Once they where trapped doing the same thing over and over again, more or less, we started the process of taking the loop apart until all that remained was a 15 ft by 15 ft box. And just to make sure at no point of that process they could Path out of there to safety, we had the Finest jumping in and out of the Path to keep the denizens from wandering away from the area the loop was technically overlaying.

Once we had the loop down to just a room, we had 'The Fire' and the Finest's fire shaman flood the room with fire. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why loops where so secretive in their hay day. Because if you knew where one was anchored, you could stand just outside of it and fuck with it's residents.

You know, provided you had a Crafter.

But the important take away here is Picasso, Moth, and Navi are dead. 
'Wrath is Fathomless' is over. 
I win.

We're in the process of collecting Moth and Picasso's remains from the path now. We've already pulled Navi's charred corpse out of that loop.

Can you believe Navi was nursing an armed bomb in there? She never mentioned it on their blog, but she was. I get the sense she was gonna try to take as many of us with her as possible if we hadn't set the room a blaze. I guess I made the right call there not being merciful.

Blatant transition to something else.

So, when I wasn't out shooting the shit with my Finest and my crack team of shit Crafters, (and wasn't out in the Screaming Tower [Naturally {Annotation inception ///Holy shit, four layers///}]) I payed a visit to someone way out of my natural jurisdiction. Like, further out of it than I think most of you will inherently think to conceive.

Far way. Way, far way. In case any of you are too lazy to click the link, that someone is Alex from 'Eyes of Tomorrow'. I've paid a few visits to 'em now. My first trip out was to make sure the poor sap wasn't on a wild goose chase. I had a hunch Redlight might have been in Alex's head. After all, that's what happened to Alex's spouse, Sam/Nightscream.

After I confronted Alex with the theory, Alex let me have a peek inside it's noodle. Which was extremely painful for all parties involved. Oh what the neighbors must have thought to hear two grown adults screaming in the next room. But I was able to confirm Redlight wasn't in Alex's head so that almost makes the trauma worth it. Far less worth it than finding and killing Redlight but... nearly almost kind of worth it.

Hopefully I will never fucking have to do that shit again.

Seriously, fuck that.

So once the foreplay was out of the way, we got to talking. And all I can really say about our pillow talk is Alex needs some things for it's Redlight hunt so I'm helping it find said things. Like that 'book'.

I've dropped in on it once or twice since then, announced of course, to flirt incessantly and discuss our next step. Things I can't really go into detail on. There are far to many malcontents that read these blogs after all.

And that was my month. I visited Mother at her Screaming tower and got knifed in the gut over a sales pitch for a new show. I tortured Moth, Picasso, and Navi to death while I shot the shit with my close co-workers and underlings. And I lost my mental virginity to a unisex cyclops in a motel they didn't even pay for, we broke in, to find nothing but utter disappointment and pain.

January was a hell of a month.

Fracture out.

When we reach, we can fly...

...know inside, we can make it!

God I hate that song... catchy. 

Hello. Fracture here, finally. I'm actually starting to feeling better. I'm just trying to get the vision of a walking electrified corpse out of my head now. Those fucking eyes. I swear I can still taste eye goo.

Disgusting.

But uh.... story for another time I suppose. I'm not ready to declassify that info just yet.

So in the meantime, here's a special little treat.

Does anyone remember when I acquired an Elf earlier this year?

He was one of David's victims. He was a member of a small band of proxies who got it in their head that they could take David and cash in the reward on his head. Kind of tragic really. I almost feel responsible somehow. Such an odd sensation to feel something you simply know to be untrue. 

They did, after all, know who David was. They knew what they were in for if they fucked up and I certainly didn't tell them to go. Such an odd sensation indeed.

Now, dear Legolas wasn't tortured like his friends were. Or, he wasn't tortured to the extent that his friends where. They were a rather horrifying mess. All he got was the forced front row showing of the slow and violent deaths of his friends, the being starved, the being fed his friends, and having to listen to the horrible wildcats sound track over and over again through the whole thing.

Oh, and his leg was amputated. That one was unique to him.

Now, that all happened some six or so months ago. We've had him in both physical and psychological therapy since then and I dare say he has almost made his way back to being a functional and capable individual. Mostly.

Hes still screams at night, he still freaks out a little if you sing the line 'we're all in this together', and he still struggles with walking some days but hes getting there. 

So, why bring him up? Because hes going to be the newest member of a group I'm about to declassify for you all.

Now these people have been operating on my behalf for a while now. They've been with me since I opened the fire cult back up. They are my personal troop of fire cultists and they handle missions for me when I need to make sure the job gets done. They hold a very prestigious position amongst their fellow fire culties and that's where the group got their unofficial designation from. The Fire Culties like to call them 'Fracture's Finest'.

Legolas will be joining this group as their personal driver and mechanic with a new designation: 'Wheels'.

So, why announce their existence? Does seem odd to show the card you've been keeping tucked in your sleeve doesn't it? Well its simple. As a threat.

Picasso. Moth. Ivy. I will send the Finest to hunt down and kill you. This is your last chance. Give up your insane quest and come home now.... Please.

Hasn't their been enough death?

Fracture out.

Daywhisper

Sloth here... I have this... Bounty Hunter update... thing to do I guess?

Bad news for anyone hunting after Mrs. Picasso,... shes dead. Apparently.
Despite what the traitor Moth has reported, an eye witness account from the sniper we hired to take Picasso out (and confiscated security footage of the scene) has all but confirmed that Picasso bled out from her shoulder wound over the course of her attempted escape.

That is to say: We hired a sniper, they shot her, she run, and promptly bled out.
The amount of blood lose she suffered was more than fatal.

Unfortunately enough for our Sniper, Moth took off with Picasso's corpse and it has yet to be found. The shooter is thus currently unable to claim their reward for the bounty. However, Moth would have had few places to stash Picasso's body and little reason to keep it. We anticipate its recovery soon.


That news comes as kind of a bummer if you ask me. I liked Picasso. She was... a real day brighter and stuff. So full of energy. She was like... black coffee you know? Hot, bitter beyond reason, and sure to snap you awake.


But when one door closes a window opens... something like that. We have a new bounty.

Introducing, Nightscream of Whispers in the Dark. I understand he/she's like... special or something... apparently because we didn't put this hit out on him/her. We are simply hosting it for a fee on behalf of our distant cousins, the Oath Breakers. Intelligence reports of Nightscream's whereabouts/status tell us he/she's injured and easy pickings. Those reports also tell us hes/shes under the protective care of David Banks making his/her bounty several times more dangerous to try to claim.

That guys scary.

That said, Nightscream's worth a whopping $25,000.

As an additional bonus, whoever claims the bounty on Nightscream will also receive a favor from the Oath Breakers themselves... Not sure what exactly the favor could be used for but it never hurts to garner favor.

And I guess that's... everything for now. Happy hunting... I guess.


Signed Sloth,
Emissary of the Lord Guardian Fracture.