"Pretty happy we finally got a goal in mind. Echo's pretty doubtful it'll end well, but... Well what else do we have to do? Sit here'n wait for the end ta come? Besides, maybe this Doc Mercer really can help. Maybe he is on the level. Course Echo thinks I am just being "stupidly optimistic." We ain't even completely sure Doc Mercer ain't a Proxy. Or even a doctor. Or even named Mercer. Or is even gonna be where he says he is.
But I always wanted to go to the deep south. Mountain man myself, as I think I said once er twice before. Appalachian mountains are my home. Was weird to leave em behind as we went north... Was too mentally wrecked to be happy to see em when we come back down. Now we're leavin em again.... Hope I get to see em one more time fore the end. Man's home is the best place for him to die, in comfort and surrounded by kin.
... That probably ain't gonna be where the reaper finally takes me, is it.
In the mean time, I been workin on trying to clean the laptops off. Still all sorts of stupid ramblings of "Embrace the Archangel" and such carved into the case. What in the hell does an Archangel have to do with this? Echo mentioned something it being another thing like the Tall Fella. Course apparently he found it out from one a you guys. Must a confirmed it somehow er another.
Been stuck eating military rations Echo got a hold of somehow. Things are terrible. Echo calls them MREs, which I assume means Materials Resembling Edibles, if you'll pardon me for getting a bit fancy with my vernacular there. The chicken fajita one was probably the worst thing I ever eaten. The one I had also came with this crappy hard candy. "Assorted Charms" I think it was called. I don't care what Echo says, we are going to eat at a REAL restaurant tomorrow. Cracker Barrel or something good like that. No more of this MRE bullshit.
Aside from a bit of horror caused by the military food's lack of an exit strategy, we ain't really seen too much of the Tall Fella or the pale guys. Been about nine days in fact."
Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear, am I right? HA. It's too funny. So I'm walking along on the highway, waiting for nothing in particular. When suddenly. I get this TINGLING feeling in my head. Like my spider sense or something. So I turn and see this van cruising along and... Looked to be going about the Speed limit. Speed limit's still pretty fast though, am I right? 70 or something? I never pay attention myself. So I am watching the van, and I know what is inside it. It is ALWAYS the same. One or two scared, vulnerable little... Well maybe not little... people just trying to survive. Running to some.... Pointless goal. POINTLESS. Hehehehe.
So I'm watching it, and I see Father on the road ahead of them. Then the van swerves and BOOM. SLAMS right through the guard rail and off a small hill. So, being a concerned citizen, I go to check and see if they are still alive. And FORTUNATELY THEY ARE. Aren't you all happy?
Hahahahaha. "All." Took a look at this blog and saw like.... Two Runners commenting on it. Some idiot a few countries away and a hobo.
So, seeing that they are still breathing, I get out my knife to correct that. Another day at work. PR won't even have to work hard to convince people that the thinner guy (Echo? Maybe?) was drunk or something. And that they died on impact. Which is... I admit kind of sad. People will not get to see the pretty pictures I carve into them. Would of done much worse If I had a bit more time to prepare... I am thinking maybe a big elaborate death trap course. Or hungry rats. YEAH YEAH. Cut their tendons and unleash a horde of ANGRY RATS ON THEM. Watch them crawl away in vain and then... Well on second thought, that wouldn't leave much for me. I am a big fan of southern food you know. Grew up here. Cultural thing. Heh.
Tubby (Roland?) is right though. Those MREs are TERRIBLE. I mean GOD. How can anyone EAT THAT?!?! I did not DARE eat the Chicken Fajita one. Tubby's account scared me off.
... But as to their current status, they are recovering from their injuries caused by crash. As such their... Hands are tied at the moment, so I am posting for them. But they are more than happy to be HANGING around. They look so relaxed just letting GRAVITY control their bodies. Ah... Need to invest in... Like... A Shark Tank. Maybe Pirhanas. Or Man eating Octopi. Octopie? Octopii? YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
See, I got that tingling feeling again. Told me I need to... Keep them tied up for a while. At least until Father comes to claim them. As a dutiful son, I am more than happy to oblige... Besides I have other business in town right now. This nice couple and their Eight year old child. I Love kids you know. So handy. Actually writing a book. It's called "1000 Uses for Children's Body Parts" as I have found heads make excellent baseballs, soccer balls... Bowling balls. Made extra fun by the natural flammability of heads.
And they say I am not scientific.
Welp, that is all for me for now kiddies. Ta-Ta.