MAN oh Man. I think I slept for almost an entire DAY. You know have NO idea how refreshed I feel right now. Granted, I am not sure WHY I went to sleep, because...Well. I haven't slept in Months, really. But still. I REALLY forgot how good sleep felt. Like falling asleep on a fluffy cloud. I wonder if I dreamed anything? Can something like me dream? I Guess so considering ARKADY STILL HASN'T GIVEN ME MY MUCH DESERVED, MUCH AGREED UPON BICYCLE! Seriously. Fuck that Guy. Getting my hopes up like that. What an asshole.
In other news, my wounds are COMPLETELY healed. Not even a scar. Good. Very Good. Don't need to get called Emo by people due to my Semi-Self Inflicted Sword wounds. Hehehehe. As I recall, he got off worse though. So I call this a win.
You know what I haven't eaten in a while? Eggs. I LOVE Eggs. Scrambled Eggs especially. Just like Mother used to make and dump in the trash for me to go after. Once I learned they tasted better warm, they quickly became one of my favorite foods. I like it with cheese though. And Bacon. I want Bacon. Mmmmm. The World's most perfect food.
BUT RIGHT, BUSINESS AND DUTY CALLS AND SHIT. Woke up and checked my Phone. Saw a friggen a Virtual face staring at me. I proceeded to toss the phone at the wall, while I realized I really shouldn't be freaked out over this. It was just MARCUS. He seemed kind of pissed that I threw him at a wall. Understandable I guess. I don't like being thrown at walls either. Then again, I don't have a skull. Neither does MARCUS. I decided to test how much a skull could take once. I had this Baby with me. Mommy and Daddy died after we herded them to Father. But the Baby remained. So I decided... Lets see how much this thing's skull can take. So I went to Wal-Mart and got this wiffle bat. Then I began BEATING THE SHIT out of the thing's head with the wiffle bat. In my previous life, I was a fairly strong guy, so the bat broke the Baby's head wide open pretty quickly. Took about.... Six Minutes.
But yeah. We have a... Lead of sorts on the Doomsday Syringes. GUESS WHO? The Cloaked Clowns, The Beaked Freaks, Men and Women who the likes of Dr. Mindbender and Dr. Drakken shake their heads at sadly.... The OATHBREAKERS. We really hate these guys. Now I want you to imagine CHAOS. Disorder. Now imagine it being INCREDIBLY BORING. That is what the Oathbreakers serve. Their Plague Doctor. More or less the inferior, predictable, highly chaotic counterpart to Father dearest. The Plague Doctor is as aggressive as Father is passive. It kills you quickly as Father draws it out longer and longer. The Plague Doctor attacks your body, as Father attacks your mind. So naturally, Proxies and Oathbreakers don't get along.
Don't get me wrong. When the going gets tough, we CAN coexist. A team of Proxies and Oathbreakers working closely together might suffer from... Disappearances from the Oathbreaker side, and the Proxies probably start ending up with mysterious cut wounds that manifested in the middle of the night.
Did I mention these guys weaponize disease? Because they do. The worst ones tend to have these walking incubators running around their pits. The Afflicted. Just being breathed on by these things will give you half the known diseases of Africa. Including ones not known.
Now. There are two scenarios that can play out here. One. We kick down the Oathbreakers doors, kill them all, dance merrily in their entrails, and grab the syringes. OR. They moved syringes and we will have to go somewhere VERY unpleasant.
Actually. Speaking of "We", it is actually "I" right now. Proxy Bob got called away for some reason. I smell shenanigans and horrible scheming. My favorite kind, actually.
So. I have to ask. How IS everybody this fine day? Anybody die over night? That would be funny. Kelly! Any Good Kills lately? Sanna! Have you killed enough people to qualify as a Mass Murderer yet? PHILLY BOY! Still being so unenthusiastic about your job? JACK! Still crying over Carter's grave? Oh MAN I was laughing so hard at that. SEEKER PEOPLE! If you are seekers, what are you seeking? LORD GUARDIAN CUDDLES! Want a yarn ball? "Azrael"! Rape anyone I know lately? Anonymous Commenter who signs off with "~"! Who the fuck are you again? MISS ANNIE! You probably aren't reading this, you Proxy-racist BITCH, I'll be back to finish our dance sometime later, I PROMISE you. HAHAHAHA. JP/V'GER! Can't wait til The Enterprise's Crew takes you down, until then do continue to fail miserably at keeping Meddy alive. It's going to be HILARIOUS to see our Generation's Sage DIE to early. Hehehehehe. What a pathetic excuse for a Sage you are Meddy.