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.
BOOM.
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.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Back from Hiatus
Well. That was an adventure. SORRY EVERYONE. Had some... Important debugging to take care of. Seems we missed a Redlit... My GOD they are like RABBITS. I am in the mood for some rabbit. Or Buffalo. I LOVE Buffalo. There was this one place in town that sold these weird exotic foods. Rattlesnake, buffalo, eagle and... Shit like that. Birth Mother and Suited Jackass would never take me there obviously. Didn't want me out of the house. Didn't want me in public. Didn't want me to continue EXISTING. HAHAHA. Ah. I wish I could kill them all over again. I was so sloppy back then. I had NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING. Imagine what I could do today. MAN the looks on their faces... OR WHAT WOULD BE FUCKING LEFT OF THEM WHEN I AM DONE WITH THEM... Sweet Dreams. Such sweet dreams.
Tangent aside. I have a very important question for a couple important readers. WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE???? THIS NOTE YOU LEFT ME EXPLAINS JACK SHIT. I have only been gone... A bit less than a Month. SCREAMER, GLEEMAN. ANYONE. FUCKING ANSWER ME HERE. Mmmm. Well at least I know Redlight doesn't have them. I would know if he did, because MAN his reaction is going to be priceless. He flips the fuck out so easy, but THIS is going to be a new level of explosiveness.
Been a nice trip down memory lane. Long story though, won't bore anyone with the details. Became a one monster Anti-Virus for our good friend the Newborn. Heheheheheh. They told me that it might knock a few screws loose and... Undo all the tightening Valtiel has done. SO DADDY is going to come by and fix me up I think. Soon I guess. Maybe now? Nope. Just checked. Not there. Oh well, I will wait. Here. Alone. BECAUSE YOU SONS OF BITCHES LEFT WITHOUT FUCKING TELLING ME WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!!
And telling me "Dealing with Morgan Stuff" is NOT A LOCATION. It is a Hobby. A Pass Time, if you will. A favorite of mine in fact. But here's the thing. Since I am POSITIVE Screamer is behind this disappearance, let me just REMIND YOU ALL THAT SCREAMER IS NOT AT 100%, AND IS IN FACT KIND OF USELESS RIGHT NOW. Morgan is big old Teddy Bear of Rape, but that doesn't mean he isn't DANGEROUS. So. Kindly return to base, huh guys? Please? I get lonely easily. And bored. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET BORED, AND I DON'T HAVE SAGEY, MISHY OR LAINEY TO TAKE MY... Huh. Elaine. That was so weird. I wonder what Elaine would think of this whole mess. I mean. Spencer IS currently the biggest threat to peace and sanity in the world right now. It's... Weird. I really wish Elaine was still around.
Hmmm. Samael would you please hurry up. My head is... Not in a good place right now. Actually... It's in a pretty bad place all things considered... Hurry?
Teresa and Daniel. Daniel and Teresa. Mommy and Daddy. Locked in the cellar for days. All that darkness. It was... Frightening at first you know? But then, when they came back and made me come out, I realized how much better it was down there away from them. Away from everyone. Why didn't they kill me? I have always wondered that. They hated me. I have no idea why. Maybe they were just insane? I am insane right? That is what everyone says, so maybe they were too? Some little joke on their part. My name. Luke of the Cyphre family. Unluckiest last name in the world, and no one in our family's history would dare name their kid anything that sounds remotely similar to Lou. No Luke, Lucas, Lucius, Lucien, Louis, Louie, Luis, or anything with an L. So they must have known from the get go that I would be EVIL. So why have me? Why not just DROWN ME in a river somewhere? But they didn't. They fed me enough to survive, clothed me enough to survive. Why? They are insane. Of course they never had any problems with my brother. They loved him. And he loved ME. So why didn't they? They call ME insane, but I am not THAT insane. Maybe the beatings satisfied them. But no. That isn't it. They stopped short of doing any permanent damage. Hindsight. HAHAHAHAHA. I HAVE DONE WORSE TO SO MANY OTHERS. They WERE holding back, but why? Not out of love. Hate. Hate. And the neighbors didn't care, and the preacher didn't care, and the teacher didn't care. But the entire town didn't hate me? No they just didn't care. But what if they did hate me? What about me is so... Hateable? What about me WAS so hateable? Why? Why? WHY? Never could kill me though. Never really tried. Always stopped. Always reacted with such hate and fear after slicing into me, even as I was choking on the tight ropes around my neck... What STOPPED THEM? WHAT IN GODS NAME STOPPED THEM? WHY AM I STILL ALIVE, WHY AM I STILL ALIVE? WHY... Because... What. Wait. If... But... But. That isn't... No. No No No No. That can't be... But what if it is and what if I was... He couldn't have but... No he could have but he wouldn't... No. No NO. NO NO NO NONONONONO. He HAS BEFORE. With SPENCER.
But this couldn't
Tangent aside. I have a very important question for a couple important readers. WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE???? THIS NOTE YOU LEFT ME EXPLAINS JACK SHIT. I have only been gone... A bit less than a Month. SCREAMER, GLEEMAN. ANYONE. FUCKING ANSWER ME HERE. Mmmm. Well at least I know Redlight doesn't have them. I would know if he did, because MAN his reaction is going to be priceless. He flips the fuck out so easy, but THIS is going to be a new level of explosiveness.
Been a nice trip down memory lane. Long story though, won't bore anyone with the details. Became a one monster Anti-Virus for our good friend the Newborn. Heheheheheh. They told me that it might knock a few screws loose and... Undo all the tightening Valtiel has done. SO DADDY is going to come by and fix me up I think. Soon I guess. Maybe now? Nope. Just checked. Not there. Oh well, I will wait. Here. Alone. BECAUSE YOU SONS OF BITCHES LEFT WITHOUT FUCKING TELLING ME WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!!
And telling me "Dealing with Morgan Stuff" is NOT A LOCATION. It is a Hobby. A Pass Time, if you will. A favorite of mine in fact. But here's the thing. Since I am POSITIVE Screamer is behind this disappearance, let me just REMIND YOU ALL THAT SCREAMER IS NOT AT 100%, AND IS IN FACT KIND OF USELESS RIGHT NOW. Morgan is big old Teddy Bear of Rape, but that doesn't mean he isn't DANGEROUS. So. Kindly return to base, huh guys? Please? I get lonely easily. And bored. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET BORED, AND I DON'T HAVE SAGEY, MISHY OR LAINEY TO TAKE MY... Huh. Elaine. That was so weird. I wonder what Elaine would think of this whole mess. I mean. Spencer IS currently the biggest threat to peace and sanity in the world right now. It's... Weird. I really wish Elaine was still around.
Hmmm. Samael would you please hurry up. My head is... Not in a good place right now. Actually... It's in a pretty bad place all things considered... Hurry?
Teresa and Daniel. Daniel and Teresa. Mommy and Daddy. Locked in the cellar for days. All that darkness. It was... Frightening at first you know? But then, when they came back and made me come out, I realized how much better it was down there away from them. Away from everyone. Why didn't they kill me? I have always wondered that. They hated me. I have no idea why. Maybe they were just insane? I am insane right? That is what everyone says, so maybe they were too? Some little joke on their part. My name. Luke of the Cyphre family. Unluckiest last name in the world, and no one in our family's history would dare name their kid anything that sounds remotely similar to Lou. No Luke, Lucas, Lucius, Lucien, Louis, Louie, Luis, or anything with an L. So they must have known from the get go that I would be EVIL. So why have me? Why not just DROWN ME in a river somewhere? But they didn't. They fed me enough to survive, clothed me enough to survive. Why? They are insane. Of course they never had any problems with my brother. They loved him. And he loved ME. So why didn't they? They call ME insane, but I am not THAT insane. Maybe the beatings satisfied them. But no. That isn't it. They stopped short of doing any permanent damage. Hindsight. HAHAHAHAHA. I HAVE DONE WORSE TO SO MANY OTHERS. They WERE holding back, but why? Not out of love. Hate. Hate. And the neighbors didn't care, and the preacher didn't care, and the teacher didn't care. But the entire town didn't hate me? No they just didn't care. But what if they did hate me? What about me is so... Hateable? What about me WAS so hateable? Why? Why? WHY? Never could kill me though. Never really tried. Always stopped. Always reacted with such hate and fear after slicing into me, even as I was choking on the tight ropes around my neck... What STOPPED THEM? WHAT IN GODS NAME STOPPED THEM? WHY AM I STILL ALIVE, WHY AM I STILL ALIVE? WHY... Because... What. Wait. If... But... But. That isn't... No. No No No No. That can't be... But what if it is and what if I was... He couldn't have but... No he could have but he wouldn't... No. No NO. NO NO NO NONONONONO. He HAS BEFORE. With SPENCER.
But this couldn't
Thursday, October 3, 2013
The Battle is Won
But the War goes on...
So. EVIDENTALLY. Nightscream stayed behind to INFILTRATE Legba's Pirates. Pretending to be one of his Slaves. Zombies, if you couldn't guess. I will let Screamer recap on it's own blog, so feel free to mock it's stupidity and recklessness over here.
So, the Second Attack on Legba's Pirates went... Well enough. Samael gave us Pale Men to use in the battle, and they made of tougher stuff than me. Less versatile though. Creepy Fucks too. But they get the job done... Doesn't mean they don't freak me out when I stumble onto them clustered up and sleeping on the CEILINGS like fucking BATS. I never realized that those coats they wear, aren't really coats. Ugh...
Proxy Bob was having all sorts of flashbacks. I was almost concerned he was De-Hallowing himself at the sight of the Pale Men. Poor Poor Dr. Marsh. You know, it occurs to me that he is basically a Zombie. Like. One of Legba's zombies. A bit more independent, but... He eats when I tell him to, sleeps when and where I tell him to, he kills what I tell him to, he tortures, he maims... And he can't even scream or cry unless I give him permission to. Haven't really let him out of the cage of his mind lately... I wonder what his mental state is. I tried a little while back, but he clammed up. Didn't want to give me the pleasure of seeing him utterly broken... Still need to find his old Buddy Roland. Don't think he is dead yet, but I have no idea where he is... Ah... Maybe when we have some down time.
But right. The attack. The first one left Legba's ship in BAD shape. We actually underestimated the damage we did. When we finally found it, they had made port on some fucking island and had set up a makeshift Fort. Heh. The benefits of having a labor force that lacks the mental capacity to complain, and is physically incapable of disobeying orders. We parked our fucking boats on the other side of the island. We decided to attack them from the trees... Hoping to catch them by surprise.
There was some... Unpleasantness though. For those of us sensitive to these sorts of things, such as Myself and Mumbles the Mime... You could feel this... Force coming from the Command Tent. It was Redlight. It had to be Redlight. He was using Legba as a conduit to come through. Now, if he MADE it through, he could have squashed me like a bug and single handedly wiped out our entire attack force. Then there would be little hope in stopping him. BUT. If I were to get to him during the transfer process... Well. It works both ways. Just a single touch is all it would take to send my Azoth back through and into Redlight's Squishy parts, where it would RIP and TEAR and Dissolve Redlight from the inside out.
Of course. Judging by my lack of celebratory, or panicked, tone, I am sure you can guess how this turned out.
Night fell and the Pale Men marched. The Pirates opened fire, but they might as well have been using cork guns for the amount of good it did against the Children of Angels. The swords were equally useless, which is why we brought the Pale Men along in the first place. They aren't too keen on guns though. That is where WE came in. Now, as a whole, Proxies and other Cults tend to use... Small Arms. Civilian Grade weaponry. Easier to cover up, easier to move around and easier to get ahold of. But this doesn't mean we don't have access to military grade shit. A Proxy named Ares, who I will only say is a Colonel, supplied us with some VERY nice Military Grade assault weapons, armor, and explosives. Of course, I didn't bother with the armor.
So, while the Pale Men kept the Pirates busy, my Team made our way to the center of the Fort. Ran into THAT FUCKING DUMBASS NIGHTSCREAM along the way. Masquerading as a Zombie of all things. I saw it go back into where I knew Legba was. So naturally I followed.
This is where we ran into a problem. As I said last post, The Black Queen was with Legba. Now... I ran into her once before, in the Crumbling Castle, and I found out she was a Crafter. Which means I am basically a walking pile of Play-Doh to her. While in the Castle, she forced me to help her look for the Syringes, as well as do some humiliating "Dog Tricks." There was nothing stopping her from doing that again, and frankly, there is nothing I could have done to stop her. So my plan was simple. CHARGE IN. Lay ONE FUCKING FINGER on Legba and pray to Father that the Black Queen, if she is there, doesn't react in time.
She reacted in time.
Now. I am somewhat difficult to kill. NOT FOR A CRAFTER THOUGH. She was not playing around this time. My body began to literally tear itself apart... Azoth consuming Azoth, destroying my form and... Well. It was very, very unpleasant. Legba-light was right in front of me. Sitting nearly comatose as that Black PIMPLE that represents Redlight's Essence pulsated and writhed on his skull. His eyes were Amber now. I wonder if Redlight could see out of them yet... I confess though. Having those things stare at me while I MELTED was not a pleasant way to die.
I honestly think the Eyes were worse than the melting. Just because of what lurked behind them. You youngsters out there never met Redlight. You don't know what he was like. They called him the Devil for a time... And they were selling him short.
Nightscream finally went into action at this point. Practically disemboweling The Black Queen with it's Gauntlet. But before I could reshape myself and FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR FUCKING ALL... They had a plan in place if this happened. Black Queen had a detonator for some kind of explosive attached to Legba's body. Killed him and severed the link before I could reform.
The fucking BITCH.
At that point I decided that... If I could kill Redlight right now, I would at least get some pleasure from watching The Black Queen bleed to death. And she decided to GLOAT in my face about my failure. Pfft. There is always next time. She also tried spinning me a story about, of all things, my Parents. She told me that I was wrong to be blaming people for the Years of torture and hate and pain and misery I went through. She told me they were victims as much as I was. Victims of Samael. Which makes no sense whatsoever. I only ever found out about this entire mess by random CHANCE.
I figure she was just trying to confuse me or... Desperately try to turn me against my Masters and beloved dear old Dad. Dying has a way of making people desperate, I find.
But yeah. Mission Accomplished and all that. I would say we just have to wait until the next little problem arises... But I think it already has. Give me a couple days. I need to get a confirmation on this... But we seem to have one more Redlit Cultist to deal with. This one might be... Significantly more problematic than the Glutton or Legba. Wish me Luck my DEAR Friends.
So. EVIDENTALLY. Nightscream stayed behind to INFILTRATE Legba's Pirates. Pretending to be one of his Slaves. Zombies, if you couldn't guess. I will let Screamer recap on it's own blog, so feel free to mock it's stupidity and recklessness over here.
So, the Second Attack on Legba's Pirates went... Well enough. Samael gave us Pale Men to use in the battle, and they made of tougher stuff than me. Less versatile though. Creepy Fucks too. But they get the job done... Doesn't mean they don't freak me out when I stumble onto them clustered up and sleeping on the CEILINGS like fucking BATS. I never realized that those coats they wear, aren't really coats. Ugh...
Proxy Bob was having all sorts of flashbacks. I was almost concerned he was De-Hallowing himself at the sight of the Pale Men. Poor Poor Dr. Marsh. You know, it occurs to me that he is basically a Zombie. Like. One of Legba's zombies. A bit more independent, but... He eats when I tell him to, sleeps when and where I tell him to, he kills what I tell him to, he tortures, he maims... And he can't even scream or cry unless I give him permission to. Haven't really let him out of the cage of his mind lately... I wonder what his mental state is. I tried a little while back, but he clammed up. Didn't want to give me the pleasure of seeing him utterly broken... Still need to find his old Buddy Roland. Don't think he is dead yet, but I have no idea where he is... Ah... Maybe when we have some down time.
But right. The attack. The first one left Legba's ship in BAD shape. We actually underestimated the damage we did. When we finally found it, they had made port on some fucking island and had set up a makeshift Fort. Heh. The benefits of having a labor force that lacks the mental capacity to complain, and is physically incapable of disobeying orders. We parked our fucking boats on the other side of the island. We decided to attack them from the trees... Hoping to catch them by surprise.
There was some... Unpleasantness though. For those of us sensitive to these sorts of things, such as Myself and Mumbles the Mime... You could feel this... Force coming from the Command Tent. It was Redlight. It had to be Redlight. He was using Legba as a conduit to come through. Now, if he MADE it through, he could have squashed me like a bug and single handedly wiped out our entire attack force. Then there would be little hope in stopping him. BUT. If I were to get to him during the transfer process... Well. It works both ways. Just a single touch is all it would take to send my Azoth back through and into Redlight's Squishy parts, where it would RIP and TEAR and Dissolve Redlight from the inside out.
Of course. Judging by my lack of celebratory, or panicked, tone, I am sure you can guess how this turned out.
Night fell and the Pale Men marched. The Pirates opened fire, but they might as well have been using cork guns for the amount of good it did against the Children of Angels. The swords were equally useless, which is why we brought the Pale Men along in the first place. They aren't too keen on guns though. That is where WE came in. Now, as a whole, Proxies and other Cults tend to use... Small Arms. Civilian Grade weaponry. Easier to cover up, easier to move around and easier to get ahold of. But this doesn't mean we don't have access to military grade shit. A Proxy named Ares, who I will only say is a Colonel, supplied us with some VERY nice Military Grade assault weapons, armor, and explosives. Of course, I didn't bother with the armor.
So, while the Pale Men kept the Pirates busy, my Team made our way to the center of the Fort. Ran into THAT FUCKING DUMBASS NIGHTSCREAM along the way. Masquerading as a Zombie of all things. I saw it go back into where I knew Legba was. So naturally I followed.
This is where we ran into a problem. As I said last post, The Black Queen was with Legba. Now... I ran into her once before, in the Crumbling Castle, and I found out she was a Crafter. Which means I am basically a walking pile of Play-Doh to her. While in the Castle, she forced me to help her look for the Syringes, as well as do some humiliating "Dog Tricks." There was nothing stopping her from doing that again, and frankly, there is nothing I could have done to stop her. So my plan was simple. CHARGE IN. Lay ONE FUCKING FINGER on Legba and pray to Father that the Black Queen, if she is there, doesn't react in time.
She reacted in time.
Now. I am somewhat difficult to kill. NOT FOR A CRAFTER THOUGH. She was not playing around this time. My body began to literally tear itself apart... Azoth consuming Azoth, destroying my form and... Well. It was very, very unpleasant. Legba-light was right in front of me. Sitting nearly comatose as that Black PIMPLE that represents Redlight's Essence pulsated and writhed on his skull. His eyes were Amber now. I wonder if Redlight could see out of them yet... I confess though. Having those things stare at me while I MELTED was not a pleasant way to die.
I honestly think the Eyes were worse than the melting. Just because of what lurked behind them. You youngsters out there never met Redlight. You don't know what he was like. They called him the Devil for a time... And they were selling him short.
Nightscream finally went into action at this point. Practically disemboweling The Black Queen with it's Gauntlet. But before I could reshape myself and FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR FUCKING ALL... They had a plan in place if this happened. Black Queen had a detonator for some kind of explosive attached to Legba's body. Killed him and severed the link before I could reform.
The fucking BITCH.
At that point I decided that... If I could kill Redlight right now, I would at least get some pleasure from watching The Black Queen bleed to death. And she decided to GLOAT in my face about my failure. Pfft. There is always next time. She also tried spinning me a story about, of all things, my Parents. She told me that I was wrong to be blaming people for the Years of torture and hate and pain and misery I went through. She told me they were victims as much as I was. Victims of Samael. Which makes no sense whatsoever. I only ever found out about this entire mess by random CHANCE.
I figure she was just trying to confuse me or... Desperately try to turn me against my Masters and beloved dear old Dad. Dying has a way of making people desperate, I find.
But yeah. Mission Accomplished and all that. I would say we just have to wait until the next little problem arises... But I think it already has. Give me a couple days. I need to get a confirmation on this... But we seem to have one more Redlit Cultist to deal with. This one might be... Significantly more problematic than the Glutton or Legba. Wish me Luck my DEAR Friends.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Red Sky at Morning
AVAST YE LAND LUBBERS!
Things did not go Well.
Aside from the obvious problem of having no REAL idea where Legba was, we also had the problem of NOT KNOWING HOW TO FUCKING SAIL A SHIP. We are a Clown, a Luchadore, a Martial Artist, a Maniac, a Faux-Voodoo Witch Doctor, an Elvis Impersonator, a Slasher Villain, Darkhorse, a Mime, a Devilishly Handsome Walking Death Machine and Nightscream. NONE OF US HAVE EVER EVEN BEEN ON A BOAT BEFORE.
So we had to outsource some help. Captain David Jones Junior and his crew of Proxies, aboard the luxury liner and Proxy controlled Murder Ship... Actually, you know what. I am not telling you the Ship's name. Let it be a surprise for any of you who decide to take a cruise. ANYWAY. These guys specialize in catching Runners and Norms and subjecting them to Father's Glorious influence. Trapping them on the ship after they get Father's attention. Little hard for Runners to run when they are trapped on an, admittedly large, cruiser.
A Good Operation really. They are clever and capable Proxies... So I cannot really blame them for shit going wrong. The Plan was fairly simple. Luxury Cruiser sailing into where we suspect the Pirates to be... Miles out at sea. No real rescue could happen.
BUT OF COURSE IT TOOK THEM NEARLY A GODDAMN WEEK TO TAKE THE BAIT.
When they did, it was a simple matter of not getting shot while the Pirates come aboard to collect their Booty. I love Seafood. We then hijacked their boats and had the traumatized survivor tell us where home base is. An utterly inconspicuous Cargo Ship. Security was pretty lax too at first. Sailed right up and boarded and GUESS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED?
EVERY. SINGLE. YAR HAR FIDDLE DEE DEE FUCKING PIRATE ON BOARD HAD A SWORD OF THE GROVE. A FETTERED BLADE.
Do you know WHY? I saw the Goddamn reason. When the Pirates noticed us, Papa Legba came out. Liked the suit. Very Classy. HATED the Red Tie. Beside him was a Person in a Silver Plague Doctor Mask and Black Robe. The Black Queen again. It fucking HAD to be.
Clearly The Plague Doctor is slipping. The last time I saw The Black Queen, she was being chased down by The Plague Doctor and Magog's Oathbreakers in the HEART of the Crumbling Castle. HOW THE FUCK DID SHE ESCAPE THAT???
Things immediately went to hell. Our People on the Pirate Skiffs started riddling the place with Machinegun Fire, and I ran the fuck away from Pintel, Ragetti and their fucking DEATH SWORDS. Thank GOD we had Jones' Crew there as Meatshields. No causalities among the people that mattered, but we may need to up recruitment here in the Caribbean.
Which brings us to our current state of affairs. The last thing we did before retreating is using up the couple of RPGs that the Skiffs had laying around. I named them Final Fantasy, Dragon's Quest and Ultima. So, that floating hunk of junk is in pretty bad shape.
Now for the bad news. We left someone behind. GUESS FUCKING WHO? I don't know what happened, or WHY Nightscream got left behind, but when we started hauling ass out of there Screamer was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. If Screamer is ALIVE I am going to KILL IT when we start the Second Assault... Which, at the time I am posting this, should be an hour ago. Just to be safe.
We think they had to haul their crippled asses over to a nearby island to make repairs. We are going in heavy this time with a special surprise that had good Old Proxy Bob quaking in his boots. Even the Hallowing couldn't erase that instinctual fear. That delicious dread that only months of being stalked and hunted can cause... Ladies and Gentlemen. We are leading a force of Pale Men to massacre Legba's Pirates. I expect a glorious slaughter that should serve as a reminder for that Big Red Moron who he is dealing with. White Knives and Black Coats will be stained a deep shade of crimson tonight, and the Caribbean will be alive with the sounds of absolute agony and sheer terror. The Perfect night if you ask me. Ta-ta for now.
Things did not go Well.
Aside from the obvious problem of having no REAL idea where Legba was, we also had the problem of NOT KNOWING HOW TO FUCKING SAIL A SHIP. We are a Clown, a Luchadore, a Martial Artist, a Maniac, a Faux-Voodoo Witch Doctor, an Elvis Impersonator, a Slasher Villain, Darkhorse, a Mime, a Devilishly Handsome Walking Death Machine and Nightscream. NONE OF US HAVE EVER EVEN BEEN ON A BOAT BEFORE.
So we had to outsource some help. Captain David Jones Junior and his crew of Proxies, aboard the luxury liner and Proxy controlled Murder Ship... Actually, you know what. I am not telling you the Ship's name. Let it be a surprise for any of you who decide to take a cruise. ANYWAY. These guys specialize in catching Runners and Norms and subjecting them to Father's Glorious influence. Trapping them on the ship after they get Father's attention. Little hard for Runners to run when they are trapped on an, admittedly large, cruiser.
A Good Operation really. They are clever and capable Proxies... So I cannot really blame them for shit going wrong. The Plan was fairly simple. Luxury Cruiser sailing into where we suspect the Pirates to be... Miles out at sea. No real rescue could happen.
BUT OF COURSE IT TOOK THEM NEARLY A GODDAMN WEEK TO TAKE THE BAIT.
When they did, it was a simple matter of not getting shot while the Pirates come aboard to collect their Booty. I love Seafood. We then hijacked their boats and had the traumatized survivor tell us where home base is. An utterly inconspicuous Cargo Ship. Security was pretty lax too at first. Sailed right up and boarded and GUESS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED?
EVERY. SINGLE. YAR HAR FIDDLE DEE DEE FUCKING PIRATE ON BOARD HAD A SWORD OF THE GROVE. A FETTERED BLADE.
Do you know WHY? I saw the Goddamn reason. When the Pirates noticed us, Papa Legba came out. Liked the suit. Very Classy. HATED the Red Tie. Beside him was a Person in a Silver Plague Doctor Mask and Black Robe. The Black Queen again. It fucking HAD to be.
Clearly The Plague Doctor is slipping. The last time I saw The Black Queen, she was being chased down by The Plague Doctor and Magog's Oathbreakers in the HEART of the Crumbling Castle. HOW THE FUCK DID SHE ESCAPE THAT???
Things immediately went to hell. Our People on the Pirate Skiffs started riddling the place with Machinegun Fire, and I ran the fuck away from Pintel, Ragetti and their fucking DEATH SWORDS. Thank GOD we had Jones' Crew there as Meatshields. No causalities among the people that mattered, but we may need to up recruitment here in the Caribbean.
Which brings us to our current state of affairs. The last thing we did before retreating is using up the couple of RPGs that the Skiffs had laying around. I named them Final Fantasy, Dragon's Quest and Ultima. So, that floating hunk of junk is in pretty bad shape.
Now for the bad news. We left someone behind. GUESS FUCKING WHO? I don't know what happened, or WHY Nightscream got left behind, but when we started hauling ass out of there Screamer was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. If Screamer is ALIVE I am going to KILL IT when we start the Second Assault... Which, at the time I am posting this, should be an hour ago. Just to be safe.
We think they had to haul their crippled asses over to a nearby island to make repairs. We are going in heavy this time with a special surprise that had good Old Proxy Bob quaking in his boots. Even the Hallowing couldn't erase that instinctual fear. That delicious dread that only months of being stalked and hunted can cause... Ladies and Gentlemen. We are leading a force of Pale Men to massacre Legba's Pirates. I expect a glorious slaughter that should serve as a reminder for that Big Red Moron who he is dealing with. White Knives and Black Coats will be stained a deep shade of crimson tonight, and the Caribbean will be alive with the sounds of absolute agony and sheer terror. The Perfect night if you ask me. Ta-ta for now.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
David Banks is a Fucking Asshole
Stupid, annoying FUCKER. But at least now he knows the truth. A little quality time with Screamer and everything has been cleared right up. Heheheheheh. Maybe now we can focus on our WORK instead of trying to kill each other. Who knows. Maybe Banks will come in handy sometime. The Man's got some... Useful skills, as Redlight knows.
A few new developments my dear friends. Good and Bad. We'll start with the Bad.
When Dear Old David kidnapped Sam, I tried calling in MARCUS for help. A refresher. MARCUS is a Thoughtborn. He can manifest himself in basically ANYTHING electronic, be it a Computer or a Jackhammer. He was supposed to be the Manufactured Newborn's contribution to this ongoing Crisis. BUT NOW WE CAN'T FUCKING FIND HIM. It is extremely bothersome... Not to mention worrisome, given Redlight's new strategy of indoctrinating the shit out of notable Cultists... I am hoping we get an update from MARCUS soon, because if he has been Redlit... We have a Serious Problem on our hands.
The Good News is that we found the location of Papa Legba, The Redlit Apostle. Turns out he is the Leader of a Group of Pirates that work between West Africa and the Caribbean. Our informant happens to be the Apostle Xiuhtecuhtli, who shall be henceforth known as "Apostle X" because CHRIST is that name hard to spell. Apostle X tells me that Legba works off of a Pirate "Mother Ship," which keeps him mobile.
Now, I know there are some young'uns reading this. Modern Pirates AREN'T like Blackbeard or Jack Sparrow. No. They don't use Big Galleons or have Codes of Honor. They tend to use Small... Skiffs that harass larger and more vulnerable target ships with machine gun fire or rocket launchers. In this particular case, the Skiffs deliver any loot to the Mother Ship. Therein lies an opportunity.
Nightscream, Myself and a small strike team will hijack one of the Pirate Skiffs and board the Mother Ship with it. Once on board, I will soak up any gunfire and give the others some breathing room to pick off the pirates one by one. I hear they aren't actually Timberwolves. Just Pirate Norms. Good place for a valuable Apostle to hide. But there is no hiding from us. Heheheh. I hope we catch another member of the Legion of Doom while we are there. Need to start actually DAMAGING Redlight's Power base, as opposed to just making them run away.
Oh. One other thing that I found curious. Papa Legba is a Haitian Bokor. Do you know what that means kids?
I tried dabbling in their specialty once. Didn't work... Actually I need to go find that Grave. Poor Fucker is probably still buried there.... Dead by now, but that is kind of the point isn't it? HAHAHAHA.
Oh. One other thing that I found curious. Papa Legba is a Haitian Bokor. Do you know what that means kids?
I tried dabbling in their specialty once. Didn't work... Actually I need to go find that Grave. Poor Fucker is probably still buried there.... Dead by now, but that is kind of the point isn't it? HAHAHAHA.
Friday, September 20, 2013
BANKS
DAVID YOU STUPID PREDATORY PIECE OF FUCK, GIVE SCREAMER BACK NOW OR WE WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOUR BODY APART IN WAYS YOU NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE!!!!
Don't fucking test me. If I find Nightscream has a single fucking SCRATCH I am going to inflict the same to you times a THOUSAND.
MARCUS, GET ON HERE, GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME FIND SCREAMER GODDAMMIT. IT IS CRITICAL FOR ANTI-REDLIGHT OPERATIONS. CRITICAL. GET ON TO ANY SECURITY CAMERAS, I NEED TO FIND DAVID FUCKING BANKS NOW!!!!
Don't fucking test me. If I find Nightscream has a single fucking SCRATCH I am going to inflict the same to you times a THOUSAND.
MARCUS, GET ON HERE, GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME FIND SCREAMER GODDAMMIT. IT IS CRITICAL FOR ANTI-REDLIGHT OPERATIONS. CRITICAL. GET ON TO ANY SECURITY CAMERAS, I NEED TO FIND DAVID FUCKING BANKS NOW!!!!
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Pied Piper
A Couple days ago... We dealt with our little Nest Problem. If you have been paying attention, we found out that Redlight's influence is affecting other Cults now. In the case of the Nests that serve the Bird God, that which you name "The Convocation," Redlight has assumed control of a notably dangerous and psychotic Nest called The Glutton. So called for his firm belief that he is in fact a crow and as such, tends to eat people. I am told by my counterpart among the Nests, who sadly is away in Africa, that The Glutton is more of a... Pet to the Local Nests than an actual member. Low Mental Functionality. Mentally Handicapped.
But who am I to discriminate against the Mentally Disabled? No reason for me to give one of them special treatment. He DIES all the same. And he did Die... But not by my hands. Though I did dispose of the body thoroughly. Tasted like chicken. Heheheheheh.
When Redlight took control of The Glutton, he went on a rampage in the local Cult Town. Massacred all the Nests. Left a trail of bodies all the way up to The Glutton's nest. The Nest's nest. HA. I like that. The Team came with us for this one, as Screamer is not at 100%. Need to pick up the slack somehow. Crouching Tiger accompanied us to the Lair of The Glutton, while the others stayed behind to guard the town. A Courtesy to the Nests as a whole. Politics, politics... Heh. Glad I am a neutral agent now.
So, here the three of us were... Stalking through the woods looking for an 8ft tall Psychotic Cannibal who thinks he is a bird. When all of a sudden I see something weird in the distance. Purple. Purple Renaissance Fair reject's clothes adorned by a Man with a Flute pressed to his lips, playing a tune. About FRIGGEN Time I run into a New Member of the Court. I was getting tired of knocking around Morgan all the time.
Now The Piper's exact powers are a little unknown. I mean. He could put people to sleep, but I am not people, so I had no idea if it was going to work on me. Other than that... No idea. Probably a Crafter like Black Queen was. But since he saw me, and I saw him... I had no other real choice but to charge him.
Fun Fact about Maenads people. They are invariably VERY strong. Brute Animalistic Strength. I forgot this. So when I charged him, intending to feast heartily on his jugular... I didn't expect him to stop me dead in my tracks and then tossing me into a Tree. If I had a spine, I can assure you, it would have been broken. FORTUNATELY it wasn't. Meanwhile Tiger and Screamer were having some... Difficulties of their own. The Glutton showed up and was trying to eat Sam's neck. Tiger in the middle of us all wondering who to help. When I heard him yell "MAGNIFICENT STALLION KICKS DODO" I knew I was pretty much going to be on my own here.
My distraction at Nightscream and Tiger proved... Unpleasant. The Piper pinned me down and started doing something weird. His eyes turned... I do not know to describe it. His mouth had some pale blue light coming from it and I just felt my mouth open as well... Like some kind of spooky supernatural kiss. Then I felt all the air in my body just... Being sucked out. I began coughing and sputtering and trying to breathe... But it was all just going into HIM.
Of course what we both forgot is that Lungs are optional for me. So when the last gasp of air left my body... I lunged up and bit a chunk of meat out of his cheek. His blood was FILLED with Azoth... Ah... That is the best taste. I wanted MORE. So when he unpinned me to try nursing his cheek, I grabbed him and tried to have my fill. Warm Bloody chunks... Flowing Red, specked with Black. Black. Black. Heheheheheh.
Didn't get a second bite right away though. He punched me in the face, and you remember what I said about Maenads being strong? Cracked my skull for sure. Practically disfigured my face for a bit. So I rolled off him to readjust my form manually. Had to reset my jaw and nose. Piper was up as well and seemed to be cursing himself for forgetting I wasn't just a run of the mill Proxy. So he pulled a Dagger out. The color of the blade, combined with common sense told me it was one of THOSE blades again. So I pulled out my own little blades.
Knife fights are fun, but they are over FAR too quickly. Usually anyway. I slashed, I stabbed. He parried, he thrust. Then he pulled a second dagger when I wasn't looking at his free hand and slashed my throat with it. I confess... That had me kind of scared. He then jammed his other blade in my heart and grinned at me. Then he decided to "Kiss" me again. Since there was nothing I could do about it... Especially TALK... he finished and started talking to me.
"Tis almost a shame to kill you Little Star. An eternal food supply for me, that I can feed on every time you fill you lungs with lovely delicious air. Alas, my friend... God has marked you for death. For too long you have been a thorn in our sides. Interfering with God's Grand Designs. You death will be a message for those False Angels and the Weak, Pathetic Gods they serve... There is only one True God. The King wrapped in Crimson, and from beyond the Threshold of Quiet in the Garden of Eden, he shall claim the power so carelessly sealed away by those False Deities, and with this power he shall cast down"
They talk too much. They ALWAYS talk too much. So once I had recovered my senses a bit, I lunged at him again while he was too busy spewing that idiotic bullshit about Redlight's "Divinity" and managed to bite into his throat myself. This bite tasted of something else... Something more than Blood, meat, bone and Azoth. He grabbed the dagger in my heart and twisted it, forcing me to back off for a time while he held his throat. The fluid coming out was a mixture of black specked red and a thin, light blue liquid. He began choking and sputtering. It was really quite hilarious.
To his Credit. He charged me again hoping, perhaps, to take me down with his last breath. I quickly pulled the dagger from my own heart and jammed it into his throat, through the hand that he held there. I heard those oh-so familiar gagging noises... And he fell to his knees before me. How Ironic? Spending his last living moments on his knees before the Chosen of an Angel. Granted, I couldn't stay up much longer due to the Azoth pouring out of the hole in my chest. But no matter. He died and I lived. That is all that counts. And his flesh, blood and bone filled me and became one with my Azoth. Replacing the meat he destroyed with that dagger.
After my meal was done, I entered the Rickety Building... Some sort of old Textile Factory I think... That The Glutton had chased Nightscream and Tiger into. I found Sam standing over the corpse of The Glutton with Tiger. A hole blasted right through the hideous Crow's Head. Screamer's glock came in handy I see. Heheheheheh.
Ah... Mission Accomplished, but there is always more work to be done.
We know of ONE other noteworthy Cultist who has been Redlit. A Man going by the name Papa Legba. An Apostle of the Archangel. TIME FOR HISTORY. The Apostles have been the leading faction of the Archangel's Cult. The Timberwolves make up the body, and the Apostles are the Brain. There are ONLY 13 Apostles at any given time. Each controlling the activities of the Timberwolves in certain areas. Papa Legba is the Apostle who coordinates the Caribbean Timberwolves. The Bad news is... That is the extent of our knowledge about him. His Alias is Papa Legba, and he lives in the Caribbean. BIG HELP.
To make matters worse, The Apostles and Archangel have generally been unhelpful in regards to the Redlight situation. Which is FUCKING ANNOYING. So right now I have to sit on my ass and WAIT for an arrangement to be made with one of the other Twelve Apostles. They HAVE to know where Papa Legba is. But this isn't our only current concern. Oh No.
Those of you clever little apes paying attention, will have noticed some rather RUDE comments from everyone's favorite Serial Rapist, Serial Killer and Serial Asshole, David fucking Banks. Due to David's own GUILT complex from LETTING SCREAMER DIE, he refused to believe that Screamer is back. He thinks it is an impostor. He is of course giving NO thought to obvious things like... Oh I don't know... THERE IS NO FUCKING REASON ANYONE WOULD EVER PRETEND TO BE NIGHTSCREAM. It makes NO GODDAMN SENSE. What would the POINT be? And furthermore, I have been IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM AS SCREAMER. Does he SERIOUSLY think I don't know what Sam looks like, sounds like and acts like?
Of course there is no reason to bother convincing him of the truth. I expect him to come find us, and when he does I am personally going to see to it that his long and storied history comes to a violent end. I am going to dump his body in a shallow grave of trash and filth and let it rot away to dust. He will be dead, gone and forgotten. And No One will Care.
But who am I to discriminate against the Mentally Disabled? No reason for me to give one of them special treatment. He DIES all the same. And he did Die... But not by my hands. Though I did dispose of the body thoroughly. Tasted like chicken. Heheheheheh.
When Redlight took control of The Glutton, he went on a rampage in the local Cult Town. Massacred all the Nests. Left a trail of bodies all the way up to The Glutton's nest. The Nest's nest. HA. I like that. The Team came with us for this one, as Screamer is not at 100%. Need to pick up the slack somehow. Crouching Tiger accompanied us to the Lair of The Glutton, while the others stayed behind to guard the town. A Courtesy to the Nests as a whole. Politics, politics... Heh. Glad I am a neutral agent now.
So, here the three of us were... Stalking through the woods looking for an 8ft tall Psychotic Cannibal who thinks he is a bird. When all of a sudden I see something weird in the distance. Purple. Purple Renaissance Fair reject's clothes adorned by a Man with a Flute pressed to his lips, playing a tune. About FRIGGEN Time I run into a New Member of the Court. I was getting tired of knocking around Morgan all the time.
Now The Piper's exact powers are a little unknown. I mean. He could put people to sleep, but I am not people, so I had no idea if it was going to work on me. Other than that... No idea. Probably a Crafter like Black Queen was. But since he saw me, and I saw him... I had no other real choice but to charge him.
Fun Fact about Maenads people. They are invariably VERY strong. Brute Animalistic Strength. I forgot this. So when I charged him, intending to feast heartily on his jugular... I didn't expect him to stop me dead in my tracks and then tossing me into a Tree. If I had a spine, I can assure you, it would have been broken. FORTUNATELY it wasn't. Meanwhile Tiger and Screamer were having some... Difficulties of their own. The Glutton showed up and was trying to eat Sam's neck. Tiger in the middle of us all wondering who to help. When I heard him yell "MAGNIFICENT STALLION KICKS DODO" I knew I was pretty much going to be on my own here.
My distraction at Nightscream and Tiger proved... Unpleasant. The Piper pinned me down and started doing something weird. His eyes turned... I do not know to describe it. His mouth had some pale blue light coming from it and I just felt my mouth open as well... Like some kind of spooky supernatural kiss. Then I felt all the air in my body just... Being sucked out. I began coughing and sputtering and trying to breathe... But it was all just going into HIM.
Of course what we both forgot is that Lungs are optional for me. So when the last gasp of air left my body... I lunged up and bit a chunk of meat out of his cheek. His blood was FILLED with Azoth... Ah... That is the best taste. I wanted MORE. So when he unpinned me to try nursing his cheek, I grabbed him and tried to have my fill. Warm Bloody chunks... Flowing Red, specked with Black. Black. Black. Heheheheheh.
Didn't get a second bite right away though. He punched me in the face, and you remember what I said about Maenads being strong? Cracked my skull for sure. Practically disfigured my face for a bit. So I rolled off him to readjust my form manually. Had to reset my jaw and nose. Piper was up as well and seemed to be cursing himself for forgetting I wasn't just a run of the mill Proxy. So he pulled a Dagger out. The color of the blade, combined with common sense told me it was one of THOSE blades again. So I pulled out my own little blades.
Knife fights are fun, but they are over FAR too quickly. Usually anyway. I slashed, I stabbed. He parried, he thrust. Then he pulled a second dagger when I wasn't looking at his free hand and slashed my throat with it. I confess... That had me kind of scared. He then jammed his other blade in my heart and grinned at me. Then he decided to "Kiss" me again. Since there was nothing I could do about it... Especially TALK... he finished and started talking to me.
"Tis almost a shame to kill you Little Star. An eternal food supply for me, that I can feed on every time you fill you lungs with lovely delicious air. Alas, my friend... God has marked you for death. For too long you have been a thorn in our sides. Interfering with God's Grand Designs. You death will be a message for those False Angels and the Weak, Pathetic Gods they serve... There is only one True God. The King wrapped in Crimson, and from beyond the Threshold of Quiet in the Garden of Eden, he shall claim the power so carelessly sealed away by those False Deities, and with this power he shall cast down"
They talk too much. They ALWAYS talk too much. So once I had recovered my senses a bit, I lunged at him again while he was too busy spewing that idiotic bullshit about Redlight's "Divinity" and managed to bite into his throat myself. This bite tasted of something else... Something more than Blood, meat, bone and Azoth. He grabbed the dagger in my heart and twisted it, forcing me to back off for a time while he held his throat. The fluid coming out was a mixture of black specked red and a thin, light blue liquid. He began choking and sputtering. It was really quite hilarious.
To his Credit. He charged me again hoping, perhaps, to take me down with his last breath. I quickly pulled the dagger from my own heart and jammed it into his throat, through the hand that he held there. I heard those oh-so familiar gagging noises... And he fell to his knees before me. How Ironic? Spending his last living moments on his knees before the Chosen of an Angel. Granted, I couldn't stay up much longer due to the Azoth pouring out of the hole in my chest. But no matter. He died and I lived. That is all that counts. And his flesh, blood and bone filled me and became one with my Azoth. Replacing the meat he destroyed with that dagger.
After my meal was done, I entered the Rickety Building... Some sort of old Textile Factory I think... That The Glutton had chased Nightscream and Tiger into. I found Sam standing over the corpse of The Glutton with Tiger. A hole blasted right through the hideous Crow's Head. Screamer's glock came in handy I see. Heheheheheh.
Ah... Mission Accomplished, but there is always more work to be done.
We know of ONE other noteworthy Cultist who has been Redlit. A Man going by the name Papa Legba. An Apostle of the Archangel. TIME FOR HISTORY. The Apostles have been the leading faction of the Archangel's Cult. The Timberwolves make up the body, and the Apostles are the Brain. There are ONLY 13 Apostles at any given time. Each controlling the activities of the Timberwolves in certain areas. Papa Legba is the Apostle who coordinates the Caribbean Timberwolves. The Bad news is... That is the extent of our knowledge about him. His Alias is Papa Legba, and he lives in the Caribbean. BIG HELP.
To make matters worse, The Apostles and Archangel have generally been unhelpful in regards to the Redlight situation. Which is FUCKING ANNOYING. So right now I have to sit on my ass and WAIT for an arrangement to be made with one of the other Twelve Apostles. They HAVE to know where Papa Legba is. But this isn't our only current concern. Oh No.
Those of you clever little apes paying attention, will have noticed some rather RUDE comments from everyone's favorite Serial Rapist, Serial Killer and Serial Asshole, David fucking Banks. Due to David's own GUILT complex from LETTING SCREAMER DIE, he refused to believe that Screamer is back. He thinks it is an impostor. He is of course giving NO thought to obvious things like... Oh I don't know... THERE IS NO FUCKING REASON ANYONE WOULD EVER PRETEND TO BE NIGHTSCREAM. It makes NO GODDAMN SENSE. What would the POINT be? And furthermore, I have been IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM AS SCREAMER. Does he SERIOUSLY think I don't know what Sam looks like, sounds like and acts like?
Of course there is no reason to bother convincing him of the truth. I expect him to come find us, and when he does I am personally going to see to it that his long and storied history comes to a violent end. I am going to dump his body in a shallow grave of trash and filth and let it rot away to dust. He will be dead, gone and forgotten. And No One will Care.
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