Role Reversal

Despite myself, I am truly enjoying this. It has only been a bit over two days since we decided on this course of action, and we have already succeeded...

I can only assume this is a trap of some sort. But at the same time, this is too good an opportunity to pass up and I... Can't help but be a bit giddy about the whole thing. We have Morningstar tied to a chair, completely at my mercy. We merely doubled back into the city we found him and those various others, and searched for any sign of his group. Then, early in the Morning, we happened upon him standing around outside near an alley, looking around and checking his phone. He clearly didn't see us, so we very quickly tried to run him over. As expected, he noticed us and jumped out of the way. I believe I heard him say "What the Fuck Man" before I opened the door and tased him. Then I tased him several more times before clubbing him over the head with a large metal pipe and dragging him into the vehicle. It was... Remarkably cathartic. Keeping him alive instead of continuing to beat him until he has stopped breathing has proven significantly less pleasant.

I am taking precautions with him of course. Roland and I are both keeping armed at all times. I smashed every device Morningstar was carrying with him. A watch, a cellphone, an iPod among other things. Tossed his knives out as well. Removed his shoes, gloves, hat and coat as well and threw them out. He is chained, tied up, handcuffed and is wearing several chinese finger traps... Don't laugh, it is honestly the best we could do. I tried adding iron bars to the design to keep them from breaking, at Roland's suggestion, but we'll see how that goes. We have also poured a line of salt around him because... Honestly I saw it on a TV show once, where the heroes had to trap a demon. Seems fitting in this situation. I only regret we have no method of creating a sufficiently strong magnetic field on hand. I keep expecting him to be there one moment and gone the next. Instead I still find him squirming and pulling against the chains.

Despite all this, of course, I suspect he wanted to be caught. Can't think of a good reason for him to have been alone out there at night. Though he has put up a fight, and he continues to tell us that everything has "gone according to plan," that he "wanted to be caught" and that soon "our doom will be upon" us etc etc. I do believe him.

Interrogation itself, beyond the threats, has proven slow and annoying. He keeps whining about not being fed properly, wanting a glass of water and... Well he devolves into rambling stories and terrible jokes. I was sick of his voice long before this and he is driving me very much insane right now.

I do however have a plan. Morningstar strikes me as simultaneously hard and simple to break. Hurting him is clearly not the answer, despite him whining about a headache and possible concussion. I have already treated him for the damage we caused to ensure he is capable of giving useful answers. However, for as annoying as he is to talk to, I believe that is the key. If we keep him rambling and continue jerking the conversation onward, asking the same questions over and over again, I think he will eventually get annoyed to the point where he will answer with useful information. I don't think he physically knows how to shut the hell up.

Of course there is the risk of him giving false or faulty information. So we intend to keep asking he same questions over and over again beyond the point where he has started to visibly get annoyed. If he changes the story, we will document it and try to piece together the whole truth from the fragments. That said, the first things I hope to ask involve "The Court" and the Oathbreakers. Them being enemies with Morningstar, I am hoping he will be more inclined to give information about them. The Whys and Whos and all that.

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Did I mention he whines constantly? Because I have not had a moment's peace in hours. Fucking hours. I swear to GOD he has to sleep sometime. Roland is currently sleeping himself to ensure that one of us is keeping an eye on Morningstar at all times.

Let me make something clear here. I am typing this post during the points in our conversation that Morningstar goes off on a tangent. This is a frequent occurrence, so please forgive me if I am sounding a bit stressed, angry or just... Unpleasant. Because I want to break his fucking neck right now. And if he refers to himself as "Dr. Morningstar" one more fucking time, I am going break at LEAST one of his bones. He is not a Doctor. He never was and never will be. Christ. Jesus Christ. It makes a mockery of my old profession and the profession of several friends of mine.

God above I hate this man. Every sentence he utters is a crime against humanity.

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And he is so happy about himself. All these stories he keeps telling me, in between threats, just seem to cause his eyes to light up and makes him do that stupid fucking laugh of his. And he keeps fucking laughing. Clowns do not laugh as much as this guy. One of his parents must have been a Hyena... You know maybe that is something. Divert his attention to his past. Maybe he will give me something I can use here. Maybe I should ask about his parents and sibling. His blog shows he dislikes talking about those things so maybe...

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... Actually that might have been a breakthrough. Lets hope and see.

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Okay. Ten Minutes later and he has been dead silent and is just staring at me. This is heavenly. Him, not talking. Wonder how long it will last... He does not look mad per se. He is just staring at me blankly.... Maybe I should make sure HE didn't have a stroke or something. Jesus. Wouldn't that be nice?

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Okay then. Ten more minutes and he has still not said anything. He seems fine, and is clearly aware. Pulse is normal, if a bit on the slow side. Will see if I can get anything relevant out of him within the next hour. After that, I am going to sleep and Roland will be up. This post will be scheduled for Midnight, so I will add on information once he has escaped or given useful information. So if this post ends here, odds are Morningstar has continued giving the silent treatment. Part of me hopes he does, at least for a bit longer.

Oh and I cannot remember if I said this already, due to my splitting headache, but once I learn what I need to, I am putting this son of a bitch out of our misery. For Good.

Quick Update

We caught one. We actually kidnapped a proxy. Am shaking. Really didn't think we could do it. Especially considering who we caught. Will talk about the circumstances surrounding it after we are sure he is secure. Taking all possible precautions we can manage. Lucky we didn't get stabbed. Can't believe we were able to catch him off guard like this.

Suppose sanity does have it's advantages after all.

Never Trust a Proxy

You'd think I would have learned by now. If I may quote Fracture here:

"Seeing how you two morons keep sneaking off to secluded locations and getting kidnapped with no one around to help you, maybe you should go to a city where people are. Then if something happens someone can be there to help you, like a police man or something.

New York, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Chicago, Washington D.C., Tampa, Atlanta, ect.

Divided you fall gentlemen."

This is exactly what we did. I have to wonder Fracture. Did you know that advice would turn out this shitty? Or was that a legitimate attempt to be helpful. Either way, I am no longer taking anything you say into consideration anymore.

I am not even going to bother going into details about the insanity that happened. Suffice to say, it involved Morningstar, Oathbreakers, Morgan, Sword wielding maniacs, a large bus, and at least one coffee shop and a warehouse.

I am fortunate to be alive.

I did learn something useful though, and that is that Morgan and his group do not like Proxies at all. The feeling is clearly mutual. I also learned, obviously, that there are still Oathbreakers after us.

So let me review. I have four, possibly six, groups after me and of them, I know that most don't want to kill me. I also know I want them all to die horribly, which is a problem considering one of the groups seems to consist of immortal monsters. Potentially immortal, actually... I really do need to capture one of those...

You know... That isn't actually a bad idea. I keep getting kidnapped, or attempted kidnapped... So why don't I turn the tables and try kidnapping someone myself so they can explain exactly what in the nine hells is going on here.

So I need to decide two things. One, which group do I need to target. We have the Proxies, represented by Morningstar... And believe me, I would love nothing more than to give that piece of shit a taste of his own fucked up medicine... We have "The Court" represented primarily by Morgan, so it seems. We have the Oathbreakers, who we have no idea the names of aside from Magog, who may or may not be dead. We have the Pale Men, lead by that Uriel or Yuri Polzin person. We have this other group from two days ago... And we have... Maybe... Timberwolves? I haven't seen the Archangel lately, but I am assuming this is not over yet...

The second thing I need to decide is how to go about kidnapping someone who knows what is going on. I myself and not well versed in the art of kidnapping. So... Any Advice anyone? I'd rather not give away what resources we have on hand or anything but... Assume we have at least a net and a taser. But really, if anyone has any more ideas, I would love to hear them. I've basically given up on my own thoughts and ideas, because they clearly are useless in this current situation.

ECHO READ THIS

Beggin everyone's pardon but this post ain't meant for anybody but Echo, causewe got seperated and it's a long story and a really hope he is checking this damn thing

Cell Phone broke in the fall, can you please get your ass over to the spot I thought we agreed on? I don't think I w's followed, so hurry. Gonna get off this damn thing and into a hiding spot. Giving you 30 minutes before I leave your ass behind, cause this was a bad idea.

A New Direction

These past few weeks... Or is it months now? However long it has been, Dumah has been less prominent in my life. Of course it doesn't last. I am an idiot to have held on to any hope of It actually staying away.

Around 4 PM... I refuse to say what timezone... I felt this... Shivering force. I turned around and found It about a foot away from me, with It's tendrils out. Been a while since I have seen them. Been even longer since I felt them...

The reminder was extremely unpleasant. It choked me... I am hoping to find something useful from the experience, but all I remember is the cold of It's touch. And then waking up in the middle of nowhere. In the woods, naturally.

Of course Roland was only somewhat concerned, as he seemed to think I was kidnapped again. But that idiot's opinion isn't important. Analyzing the situation is. Or perhaps, could be, as I suspect it is a pointless endeavor.

My theory of it's pointlessness is backed up by yet another inconsistency. It appeared and It attacked. No standing, no waiting... No electronic interference.  Why? Who knows.

What is interesting is the fact It didn't kill me. Morningstar's threat two posts ago comes to mind. Perhaps I am in no danger of being killed at all. They just want me to suffer? Perhaps I can use that? Or perhaps they simply want me to do something exceedingly reckless, and laugh as I die horribly. As always, I will err on the side of caution.

That said, we have a new strategy to put into play. I cannot say more, as I would prefer Morningstar and Fracture and... Anyone else reading this not know.

Now... I think I should mention my current medical issue. I at first believed I suffered a mini-stroke of sorts, as Roland's description of me, following his awakening, seems to fit the bill. I also clearly had a seizure prior. Now I am suffering from... Amnesia of a sort. Not entirely unexpected given the cliches involved with those running from It and It's ilk. The Memory loss is rather specific though. Everything my last post mentioned is gone. I have no idea what I was talking about, aside from what I could infer from the ramblings...

As I see no harm in asking... Care to shed some light on my situation Morningstar? You seem to be more heavily involved than I thought originally, so... Care to be helpful?

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Looking over this post, I am a bit... Confused. I was attacked by Dumah today. Earlier, yes, but that has happened before and my responses tended to be more... Distressed and confused. Now this could just be me getting jaded about the whole thing, but I'm not sure that's how this works. I can overlook nothing and can assume nothing. So why am I so blase about this? Or... Maybe I am just paranoid.

Goddammit I hate this...

Awake

Okay. Well I... I really don't know where ta start. It's Roland again, if you can't tell. Beena long while, I know. I ain't sure what to really say. Last thing I knew, I was in my cell. Then I woke up in some tiny motel in the middle o nowhere. Looked over and saw Echo looking like he was havin a seizure or something. I wasn't sure what was happening. Then he just stopped and looked around all confused like for a minute er two. Neither of us knew what day it was, and when he checked... Well. It's been a month.

Echo looked bad. Like he'd been crying his eyes out and just been sitting on the ground. So I checked the blog for him, just in case, and found that weird post. Now, I been trying to make sense of it while Echo's been out of it, and it seems ta me like it was wrote in the wrong order. Best I can figure, Morningstar and a "Yellow Eyed Man" were here in this hotel room and left us some keys. Cannibal bastard's comments lend some... Creedence? Credence? Whatever that word is, to my theory. Also some rambling about an Old Man who got us out of that... Place. Hope he killed Morgan, cause it seems like he did something to Morgan, based on what I can tell.

I met the motel manager to try and get some information and... Well... Ever seen that old Hitchcock movie called Psycho? I think we are checked in to the real life version of the Bates Motel. That manager was a proxy. Bet my life on it. So I went back and told Echo, and he immediately started packing up, and told me that we'd figure out what the hell just happened later. I told him to pack it himself and that I was getting far away from him. And can ya blame me? I got kidnapped by those beaked freaks and then sent into what was probably the hell the bible spoke of. All cause he was willing to walk right into a damn trap. And another thing, he locked me out the account, so I was cut off from asking for help from the people that might know a thing or two. All cause of spite. That ain't right, and believe me, I really wish I could leave his ass behind right now.

Unfortunately, the Hotel Manager and staff knocked on the door and "advised" me help Echo along. Now I ain't a real smart fella, but I know a threat when I hear one. Specially since it was clear they was spying on us.

Least Echo apologized, though he wasn't too clear about it. He thinks he had a stroke or something. But he don't want to be taken to the hospital. Can't say I blame him myself. What's worse, is he keeps telling me that the Tall Fella is close by. Now I ain't seen him myself lately, but the radio's been acting real funny at times, in this new van Cannibal Bastard left us.

So we're driving along, and stopping on occasion to rest, or in this case write a post. I gotta ask. Anybody out there that ain't Fracture or Morningstar got any advice? I got no idea where to go or what's going on now. So any advice or offering of help would be mighty welcome right now.

Return

Three Days. The Entire time... Outside the storm of dust and ash gave way to a black rain. He slept the entire way, but I remained awake. It has been Three Days. Oh God... Since I saw sunlight again, after leaving that hell. Burning liquid. Roland was with me, but he is sleeping. I was awake the entire time... Cold but burning. The Old Man came to my cell, and the walls ran black and wet.

He held out his hand, and I took it. He called himself an Attendant of God. There was no other choice. Morgan arrived, but the Old Man subdued him. The Old Man smiled a kindly smile. Beneath the surface of the Old Man's skin, was black fog. Told me that he could get me out. Those gray eyes felt understanding and... Human.   He told me to sleep. The Alarm was raised. The Storm filled with crimson droplets amid the sea of black. I didn't.

Opaque glass that had been cracked, revealing holes in the outside. It was so Quiet. There was a violet light, pulsing slowly with purpose. When I opened my eyes, I saw Nothing. The words had meanings that I did not know. My mind felt like... I could tell which were speaking! And the Outside was beyond my comprehension. Their words though... An End to Everything. There was a yellow light, struggling and writhing. No light, no sound, no meanings. I had to look away. They seemed to have voices... Yes I could! It was not three dimensional, maybe not even dimensional at all. Finally there was a grayish light, larger than the others. Yes. It was so vast, yet so empty. I looked above and found darkness, with many writhing lights dancing above. It was without sense. That I could not know.

But I remained awake. But they were not all. Those dancing lights... Floating in the emptiness. I watched for so long... Roland was with me. It felt like eternity. Floating in the emptiness. Occasionally more would come, of many shades of colors. Above them. Sleeping. Above the lights I saw Them. A deep dreamless sleep. I saw It.

I saw It's true face. The Faces of God.

Nothing made sense. I watched until I felt the gray light envelop me. I was tired. He placed a set of keys on the coffee table. I spent a month there. Nothing will ever be right again. Space twisted. There I lay, beside Roland, until I saw the sun rise and set two times. Dumah was there, watching. I felt the air die as I was gently placed upon a hotel bed. I checked the date. I was thirsty and hungry. Morningstar was there, with a Yellow Eyed Man. May 21, 2013. I slept until the sun had set once again. I could not understand it. Waiting for me to recover, so the game would begin again. The Yellow Eyed Man said something to him. Then I rose and looked outside. I could not close my eyes. It had been nearly a month. Nothing was right. I spent a month with Them.

Help Me Help Me Help Me Help Help Help Help Help

I will forget. Ignorance. I must forget. I must cut the memory out of me. I must not know. I must never know. I must never know. I must never know. I must never remember. Ignorance is happiness. I must not know. Knowledge is madness. Knowledge is sorrow. A sweet bliss.