Friday, April 29, 2011

Someone killed the traitor.

I don't. I don't even...what? What?

No. I wanted to do that. I did my best to de-sensitized myself went through the agony...because I wanted to fight the traitor. I don't mourn for the loss of Reach, I'm just disappointed with myself for not having the balls to come at him while he was in the states.

He was hero. A hero that I wanted to mutilate but still.

Screw it. You don't always get your way. I need to accept that and move on, I can still do something that I want to do. I can help my allies, Malacoda, Morningstar, anyone else(excluding runners) who's in a deep pile of shit. Just hold on. I'm coming.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Acid is okay. We screwed up on that one, but the PTC did not. This was one hell of a loss. Damned computer. Might head back to Boston now, unless a certain someone needs any assistance. Honestly just swallow your pride and ask if you do. But just in case you don't well best of luck, and don't get yourself killed or cured.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Fashion Statement.

That place He's been interested in. Boston. I had decided to head there to gather up any runners on Redlight's orders. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you do now.

Getting back to the point. I was on a bus with several other Proxies heading to Boston along with me. For the most part it was a relaxing drive, nice scenery. We passed through Springfield on  our way out there. The inside of the bus was roomy. Everyone kept quiet and when we stopped we went our seperate ways. Now you see, I need some new clothes because the same old, camoflauge hoodie ain't working it anymore. It makes me instantly recognizable.

Now, for those who are a little slow you may be wondering to yourselves exactly what's wrong with that.

I'm a Proxy dammit. A god amongst men and trash to those even higher(beloved Master). Nightmare to runners everywhere. Getting back to why I'm complaining about my jacket. I was just walking down the street, minding my own business. When some asshole Runner has the nerve to slice my back with his dammned knife. I wouldn't have been so angry if he didn't know my name. Rest assure that he tried to kill me, and failed. To any friends of Gregory Black(unless he stole that wallet. Runner's are so morally corrupt these days that I wouldn't put it pass him) that may be paroozing around the Blogs, I'm sorry for your loss.

Except I'm not. He totally had that stab to his fucking face coming. Am I right? Of course I am.

Anyway. I'm here, again. I've been bandaged up, let me tell you Gregory could fight very well, but then again being larger then me gives me more ways to evade you, even in the dark.

I'm determined to not let the events of the "Boston War" repeat themselves. If anyone is taken to the ruins their friends won't be able to save them. What happened to us was an absolute disgrace. And now Dead Leaf is gone. I really didn't know him tyhat well but all I can say is Rest in Peace. Even if we are on opposing sides.

Or rather were.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

I'll look at you with crumbs all over my face and still say...

Yeah. I'm a liar.

I gave Tensor and Bianca the wrong voltage and amprage. Like hell I'd let them know what actually takes us from his control.  They'll just have to experiment themselves, but hey, I bet they already are. Pilling up the dead proxy bodies girls? Thought so.

In other news, Redlight has given us permission to go all out. No more cryptic bullshit, no more games. I love it. I love it. We can just go right up to a runner and SNAP. STAB. RIP.

It's going to be a real good time.  Sorry Little Knight, guess we'll have to postpone that play date.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Been A While.

Six days to be exact.

Sorry I've got nothing interesting to say. I would've posted yesterday, but out of respect for our fellow players who lost the game, I found it polite to bury all four of them. Jacob's body took a longer while to come across.

Well if you're angry with me for wasting your time, then be angry. I've got work to do.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Test Results Are In.

Sayonara; Hark, Belt, Drill, River(who I rather liked),  twins(Seed Root), A.C, Lantern, Blondie, and you too Atlas.

Naomi. Tensor. We have a winner. Or do we?

Without further ado, I give you: Church.

A few rounds of electric torture, before the therapy worked wonders on him, not much so for everyone else. Now I know exactly what I have to fix.

I'd let Church on the computer so he can tell you for himself, but he's a little...tied up.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Experimentatios Expy alla-ah screw it.

Alright, Naomi, if you're reading this, I've got twelve proxies lined up strapped to metal chairs, and I'm about to begin the electroshock therapy, I think we'll start with high voltage and work our way downward, or upwards. Hey I'm feeling helpful today.

Now for those of you who don't read ''The Rules'', Naomi's experiment is basically delivering electric shocks to people like us, at varying degrees, to disable(for lack of a better word) the substance, Master uses to control us.

I'm surprised he's letting me get away with this. Well. . .he probably won't if the experiment is actually successful.

Hark is going first, he's the proxy tied to the first metal chair closest to my door.

It just dawned upon me that if this does work, I probably won't be able to tell Tens- Naomi. I'll probably be killed.

Fuck it, I'm going through with it.

Monday, April 4, 2011


Well. Chasing runners with no powers sort of sucks. I'll never take proxies for granted again.

Kelly and Todd are going to investigate. . .what? I don't really care actually, bunch of weirdos.

I wonder how Morningstar is. I need someone NORMAL to talk to.