Holy CRAP I AM MISERABLE.
Winter Solstice is coming up people. Know what that means? BAD SHIT. For you, almost certainly. For the World.... Not so much if we do our job. So here I am with the other... Oh... About 28 or so other guys and girls with the same condition as ME. Not as talkative and SIGNIFICANTLY more melancholy about the whole thing. Why, it is almost as if they are SCARED SHITLESS about becoming a prisoner in their own body. Hahahahahaha. Ugh. That time is coming up quick. Quick, quick, quick. So I have been having a hard time finding the time to... Post and shit.
Basically. We can breathe easy if the Winter Solstice Passes, and Redlight doesn't currently have Dr. Marsh. That will give us an entire YEAR to hunt his ass down and suck the marrow from his bones. Chew is heart out, crack open that warped skull of his and let that diseased brain spill out.... Right so... But. Yeah... Um... This probably means they are going to be throwing EVERYTHING at us. Should be a fun time, except they will likely outnumber us. And if they sneak Dr. Marsh away... We have a major problem on our hands.
Have you ever watched Paint Dry? I HAVE. I DID IT FOR 48 HOURS STRAIGHT THE OTHER DAY. My GOD THIS IS BORING.
"Stay at your post, Morningstar." "Do not move from this spot, Morningstar." "Eat anyone that tries to come through here, Morningstar"
Yeah. All ZERO FUCKING PEOPLE. CHRIST. AGH.
AND THAT HAS BEEN MY WEEK. No. Fuck. NEARLY A MONTH NOW. Nearly a Month without me KILLING ANYTHING. Nearly a Month spent NOT KILLING THAT STUPID OLD FUCKER WHO BLASTED BOTH ME AND OUR BEST SHOT AT KILLING REDLIGHT IN THE HEAD. This sucks. And fuck you all for not SUFFERING LIKE I AM. Especially Jack.