"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.
-Morningstar
You're supposed to be dead... like twice now.
ReplyDeleteI even collected your head, mounted it on a stick, covered it with spikes, and then buried it in a pot of soil to lay your soul to proper rest.
Is this Redlight's doing?
Also, Self Plug, you can read paragraphs about how dead you should be there.
Oh HEY. Dr. Fracture. Long time no speak, how have you been? Was hoping one of those runners would be the first to comment. Oh Well.
DeleteUh... No. I am not dead. Did you send someone to kill me? Because they failed. Hard. So hard I do not recall seeing them... You sure you do not just have someone else's head? Those are fairly common in the world, you know.
... And Redlight? Really? You should know better. I do not associate with traitors. Especially psychopathic traitors who can mentally rape you into nothing. I find it a bit too hazardous to my health.
Also. That link. Goes nowhere. Maybe you should send another one?
DeleteWell, a Highest put out a hit on Nightscream. You flipped the fuck out and started tearing up as much of the Order as you could get your hands on. They put out a hit on you.
DeleteYou find the highest who put out those hit, and then he killed you.
I didn't send anyone. I was to busy collecting newly unmanaged resources in the ensuing chaos as you, Nightscream, and the primordials tore the order and yourselves apart.
And I just tested that link, it goes to my blog.
Delete... Fracture are you feeling well? I think you have been hanging out with Duckie too long.
DeleteAnd no. The Link goes to a nonexistent post. Just checked it again.
Duckie died. Father ripped him apart, regardless of what other things you might hear.
DeleteYOU LYING SON OF A BITCH. I know hes alive. I WILL find and GUT HIM. And then, I'll GUT you.
DeleteUh... Huh. Might want to check if someone Perception Filtered you buddy. Or if there is some other form of mental fuckery going on here.
Delete... OK. Question. What killed me?
I guess no one stays dead around here anymore.
ReplyDeleteHEY IT'S THE GENDER CONFUSED HOBO! Will you sing for me? I'll give you a whole shiny nickel.
DeleteUh. What?
DeleteAuthor, your Favorite Highest. Can you see this blog?
ReplyDeleteNever heard of him. And no. That is another broken link.... OK. My Turn.
DeleteSee, that takes me to your very first original blog but the website tells me that that specific post does not exist. Lets try this.
DeleteNope... So lets assume for a second that I am not crazy and you are not sane. That probably means you have a perception filter problem. Because I am clearly alive. Ask Echo and Rolly. I can get them on the blog for you.
DeleteI'm pretty sure I'm not the one with a perception filter problem. Two blog that were more or less unrelated to my life right up until I used the chaos for a power grab towards the end of the last one is a pretty elaborate set up and if it was all a lie then where did I get all this fancy stuff?
DeleteI don't know what this is but... I'm pretty sure its not that.
Eh. Whatever. Does not really matter does it?
DeleteMaybe? Guess we'll just have to see. Question, if you are still on that first blog, how do you remember me?
DeleteWhat do you mean? How did I first encounter you? That what you mean... Lets see uh... I think you commented? Our Cells don't really overlap too terribly much.
DeleteHahaha. Cells... You have no idea.
DeleteWait. What? How the fuck?
DeleteAnother name for the target list, noted.
ReplyDeleteSo this is Morningstar? As expected another theatrical goof who enjoys talking about "Guts, guts and more guts".
So you captured Echo and his partner, a pity, oh well all up to them to get out of this pickle, a pity I can not help them, but thats the game for you, there is no one to help you out in a crucial situation.
Makes me wonder, are you one of the pale fucks who were following Echo all this time? Or are they competition? Something tells me, someones plans are about to get fucked. Question is, who's exactly?
- Mr. Incognito.
Oh hey it's you. Welcome back, I guess. My boss must be stumped as hell as to how you keep coming back.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteWhy don't people around here die and STAY DEAD?
ReplyDeleteBetter yet, why don't any of Slendy's victims get resurrected? Why is it only the Proxies?