FUCKING FUCK FOR FUCK'S SAKE FUCKING USELESS FUCKING OLD PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING SPENCER FITZGERALD STORYTELLER REDLIGHT FUCK ALEX FUCK ME BEING TOO DAMN FUCKING SLOW TO CATCH A FUCKER STANDING THE FUCK STILL RIGHT THERE IN GODDAMN FRONT OF ME MORE VULNERABLE THAN HE HAS EVER BEEN IN THE HISTORY OF THAT FUCKING TITLE'S CREATION
AND HE KNOWS NOW. HE WE FUCKING LOST OUR TRUMP CARD....
Hello you ignorant pieces of shit. GUESS WHAT. NIGHTSCREAM IS NOT ALIVE. NIGHTSCREAM HAS BEEN DEAD THIS ENTIRE TIME, AND THIS HAS ALL BEEN AN ELABORATE TRAP FOR REDLIGHT. The "Nightscream" running around is NOT SAM PRESCOTT, SAM FREEMAN, OR WHATEVER IT CALL ITSELF. This NEW NIGHTSCREAM is ALEX PRESCOTT, Sam's SPOUSE FRESH OUT OF THE GODDAMN ASYLUM. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
It was SO FUCKING SIMPLE. So Simple WE COULD NOT FUCK IT UP. TRICK that FUCKER SPENCER into thinking Sam was back. Mister SELF CONTROL ISSUES would then go on a homicidal rage trying to CORRECT this WALKING ERROR. We spent SO MUCH TIME trying to sell Alex as Sam. EVERY SINGLE POST WAS READ OVER and CHECKED BEFORE IT WAS POSTED, TO PREVENT THAT ASS CLOWN FROM FIGURING IT OUT. WE TOOK ALEX ON MISSIONS TO SHOW IT OFF TO TELLER-RED. IT WORKED. IT FUCKING WORKED. He came out to play, and when I had him RIGHT WHERE I WANTED HIM.
ONE OF HIS FRIGGEN MINIONS, THE GODDAMN WISEMAN, FUCKING SILAS MARSH, YOU OLD AS DIRT FOSSILIZED FUCK. WE WILL BURN YOUR GODDAMN HOUSE DOWN AROUND YOU AGAIN AND THIS TIME YOU WON'T FUCKING CRAWL OUT OF THE ASHES, SHOT REDLIGHT IN THE HEAD BEFORE I COULD POUNCE HIM.
AND HE SAW THE FACE UNDER NIGHTSCREAM'S HOOD. GAME OVER. PLAN FAILED. SHIT ASS FUCK HELL GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH.
I AM GOING TO EAT THAT OLD PIECE OF SHIT ALIVE
SAMAEL, I KNOW YOU FUCKING MIND WIPED ME THE OTHER DAY. DID YOU FUCKING DO ANYTHING IN HERE? DID I GET SLOWER OR SOMETHING? I WAS THREE FEET AWAY FROM THE GODLESS FUCKHEAD WHEN HIS BRAINS WERE BLOWN OUT.
I just went out to eat a goddamn kindergarten teacher and a few of her fucking ankle-biting brats. I am feeling MUCH better now. OK. I am OK. I am fine. We still have time. We have Dr. Marsh. They have nothing. They have like five people left. SOON TO BE FOUR. Oh God I still hear that ARROGANT, SELF-AGGRANDIZING, MOCKING TONE from beneath that AMBER EYED FREAK. God it pisses me off. He needs to DIE, NOW. I AM SICK OF THIS SHIT. I WANT TO BACK TO KILLING NORMAL, USELESS, PIECE OF SHIT PEOPLE. I want to TORTURE THEM like I did SANNA. I want to shatter their bones and rip into their FLESH like I did Annalee. This world is an all you can eat BUFFET for me, and I have to just sit here and stare at it all day as I try to hunt down a rogue SCIENCE EXPERIMENT FROM DAD. Where are all the would be heroes trying to STOP things like me? Huh? Why aren't you guys kicking down my door yet so I can TAKE SOME FRUSTRATION OUT. Cowardly useless bastards.