Home Updates.

Because I've been busy and neglecting Blogger. Dealing with MASC is a hassle but Brood and I have managed to find some solid grounds. He's looking for Mystery, and I being either a really good or really horrible friend (probably both by now) am preventing him from getting very far in his search.

DeMii had her child, she's two-thirds of a year old now. Wow, right? I was hoping the growth rate would stop but it hasn't. 1 day = 19.5 days. This is insanity, we're constantly keeping an eye on her and DeMii from MASC. I'll be damned if another stunt is pulled. Mr. Sunshine has been tasked to being the guard. Drake and Ecko have been quiet, mostly keeping to their room. I'm following up on Lucas when I can via blog, I hope he's alright. On top of that Trinity and Tim have been quiet as well, I think the voices are bothering her still. She's dealing with a lot at such a young age. Now that I have her here in person I've been trying to comfort more and more that way and less on the computer but maybe seeing those comments will help if I do it more? A reminder that can't be taken away (unless deleted, heh).

And then there is Doctor Proctor. We had a hard run-in with Thuggee a few days ago. I was heading outside and walked into an interesting scene, Proctor doing something to DeMii. Ok, and you're probably thinking, "Ahahaha, that's normal, Shady." Yea, no. Not this. I called to their attention and DeMii snapped out of whatever trance she was in before panicking like a scared animal and bolting. Proctor looked at me flatly and immediately I was stunned in place, I tried to move but couldn't. Proctor was not himself, just the body language alone told me that. This behavior worried me and whatever he was doing to DeMii was no doubt bad. So I decided using the brutes right about now would be a good thing, I yelled for MASC and they came charging. That stopped Proctor in his tracks from walking into the woods after her.

The soldiers took aim and I tried to move, hell a soldier tried to move me even, but it was no good. Proctor sneered at them and with a flicker of his gaze one of the soldier's exploded. Then another, and another, he popped them all just like that. I didn't need to be told who the hell this was at that moment but he pulled out the mask anyways and slipped it on once they were all dead. Thuggee, I grounded out that name and just having done so he was in front slamming my back into a tree.

"You're lucky you're still of use to me, Shady."

Is what he said while he had his hand around my neck. He left immediately afterwards, I demanded Mr. Sunshine guard Lullaby while I scouted the woods. I couldn't find DeMii. These woods are so dense, it's ridiculous. She came back very shotrly after I came back to the mansion. She was shaken up a bit but alright, whatever Thuggee was trying to do didn't work. I'm thankful for that.

Dia is also making a comeback, I'm glad to for that. Victor has done some things I'd rather not mention, that any of you can see for yourselves. I'll just leave that there. Executor has been mostly quiet, it troubles me but I'm limited to what I can do. Right now, unless he confronts me, he's Mystery's territory. Prosper since then has been very quiet as well, that is damn frightening. I don't know why Road Runner is so quiet either. She was quiet to begin with but this... She always posts something after fucking with us. Josie is being hounded still, we've been emailing one another to try and avoid alerting enemies but yea, no. Shit found her anyways, sorry deary. Advocate seems to be PMSing as of now, shit timing for Halloween, eh? Rather alert and concerned by this and what it could mean.

Also, Lenore. I'll post what I have on her shortly.
For now I'm going to organize our next target location and try and fix things up around here more. Now that I know Thuggee is Lullaby's father I will damn well do my part to make sure not only she and DeMii are safe but the other residents if he comes knocking.

All new people: Damn, sorry I wasn't around to say hello to you all. Well, hi, an awkward greeting from a socially inept young woman.

And yes, I've seen what Ferus has posted. No need to email me anymore, folks. I am aware that now his shadow has been cast over me. That's fine, I'll just have to watch my ass. I'd send MASC out for groceries and supplies but last time I did that they came back with the wrong shit, and I, having spent time with Mystery, have picked up her picky habits with that stuff. I can't take Mr. Sunshine out as backup and MASC soldiers... They piss me off too much to deal with if I can avoid it. So, Ferus is no doubt coming to find me one way or another. It's his fault for allowing me to have a warning, I'm prepared (and have things prepared for here if he even manages to succeed) and waiting now.
Bring it, deary.

So that sums up everything as of now. Sigh.

Stay safe,
-Shady

Away Trip.

Mystery is gone, we all know this now and I'm not going to write sloppy messages about how I miss her and wish she was here. She's doing important work that's personal, while we'll be somewhat updated she will be a solo operative for now. It's not going to stop me from keeping tabs and stalking her ass, I'll be damned if someone that's wormed their way into my heart is off in danger. I'll post what I know and what I know now is this: She's changed some. I've noticed this the few times I spoke to her after Executor took E-Bear. She's lost her passive ways and is willing to go at any length to find him and get her niece back. We've spoken a few times on and off and it's just... There is a change. All I can say. Also, I don't know if she'll be updating. Considering the silence so far... It's frustrating but this is how it is, she has made her choice and I'm going to do what I can to assist her from here. I'll update you when I get further information.

As for why I was gone I'll explain. There is a reason why the Blackwater squad was attacked by Executor and why MASC is hounding us. We're looking for something of use. Mystery and I have been mapping out potential sites as to where the Ark is. Liam and his squad were attacked for searching out a potential site, Executor has been looking for this... Thing as well. Mystery and I decided that I should drop off the map briefly, it worked to not get tracked (by MASC mostly, heh). Executor it took some time with but he came round, unfortunately. More on that later.

So I posted about where I WAS a while after I left, like planned. A nice little paper trail told us more than we needed, heh. Good work, boys, you really walked into that one easily. What was that you said when I was pinned to the cold table? What are these things you burned into my mind when you fucking raided it? "This is a game of war, you're facing an army without equal yet put up your own barricades to try and delay us. If you want to keep those barricades from collapsing you better hope your tactics are useful, that I won't see through you, because if I do you're finished. Everything you have worked for will cease to exist. Do you know why this war isn't in your favor? Because there are so few of you that can actually make an impact. It's people like you that I find the most obnoxious, the ones that don't know when to lower their heads and just stop."

Executor, you better hope your words don't bite you in the ass.

Onto the adventure... Or survival training, as it turned into more-so. After I visited Elaine and we had a run-in with Jake and Prosper I left to Wyoming. I had to make stops in South Dakota to check out some minor spots of interest to the search. And that's basically where shit went downhill.

I brought with me portable gas tanks, you know the kind you take to the gas station to fill up for lawn mowers and shit? Yea, them, all in the trunk on top of where I hid the weapons. Or most of them, I hide them everywhere in a car, never know. Anyways, I decided that I'd drive near the locations and park in a less public area (aka, car in a bush in the middle of nowhere, haha) and scout a ten to fifteen mile radius before coming back to the car and moving my location. Keeping the car as a base point to keep on track of my direction and what not.

Well... Holy Terror Mine, Keystone was my first stop. Talk about a great first place, right? Creepy place, went to shit the moment I hit the Children's Park. We heard rumors of shadow people sightings among other things and that caution would be necessary. I can damn well see why, the moment I got there I didn't encounter shadow people but proxies. They slithered out from behind the children's playthings one by one until there was a nice little mini horde. These guys just aren't like the ones I've been dealing with, they are nothing but trouble on the mindless level. They came at me like a swarm and I bolted. I left for recon, evasion wasn't a problem if I avoided combat in the condition I was in (and slightly still am).

I ran for hours, I kid you not. I stop briefly to catch my breath when I lost sight of them but they always wormed their way into my hiding place. I finally gave up and ran into an abandoned building and hid within the cellar. That idea really wasn't the best I soon learned when eyes began to open all around me. I wished they were bats, this was a whole new level of weird and I can understand now why there are so many shadow people reports. These things weren't shadow people, they are hard to describe. Each different in their own way while still being the same, spirits might be the best way to describe them. Called themselves Darklings, vicious and seething little things, it didn't help that I was on their menu either. The moment the proxies pounded up above their thoughts on that changed, I was dragged further underground through a small hole and into a cavern beneath Keystone. I sat around listening to them scheme for a short amount of time before the little hole I was dragged down was raided as the proxies tore it open. So I got to crawl my way out of that rough spot while they tangoed. I eavesdropped some and may post that later, some of what I got is disturbing.

So after I climbed out I realized how lost I really was. I couldn't find the car and to make things worse those douches were clawing their way out of the hole by the time I reached where I thought I parked. Cursing like a mofo I headed straight out of there and wandered a few days off course, mostly due to having my ass run off it. This is the main reason why I lengthened my stay, might I add.

After the on and off cat and mouse pursuit I finally came across a familiar face, out of fucking nowhere. Hitting evening by then when Road Runner popped onto the scene, my blood boiled on sight and I sort of reverted to a lesser state of mind. I chased her ass down but she's fast as fuck so it didn't really get me anywhere. Found out later it got me where she wanted me to go, straight into the path of the same Blackwater squad we've been in contact with. They had some of the proxies that were chasing me on their knees prepared to execute when I entered the scene. Road Runner was long gone by the time I showed up so I pushed that bitch out of my mind to focus on the task at hand. I tried to stop them from executing the proxies, because if you're still reading this blog you know my main intention is to help free them. I got a gun aimed my way, not that I really cared. I mean really, you can only be threatened so many times before you just stop giving a fuck.

We had a nice little arguement back and forth, one of them got fed up and I felt the butt of his gun. Liam felt the blunt force of my fist in return for that, end of it though four trained and armed fellows against this injured midgit didn't cut it. Was sitting on my knees and arguing more about how this choice was not necessary and a bit extreme. They executed the proxies anyways, though, which ended up landing Liam another punch when I sprang up. Drew my gun and it was a four on one stand-off, brilliant, yea? Well that little stand-off only lasted so long before we got dropped in on by Prosper. I guess Executor was getting the memo by then and wanted his hound to track me. I blame Road Runner now especially for him being able to find us so quickly, the close proximity was easy to track. Oh well, good thing for Prosper, he became our mutual agreement and we took aim on him. It was something brutal, Liam and his fellows shot the shit out of Prosper but he kept pulling himself up or teleporting around the shots.

Prosper ran himself around us so much it stirred up the grounds, I couldn't see jack shit soon enough which gave him the advantage. Split us all up and by the time the dust all cleared I was alone. So that was fun. I was lost and had to make due estimating on the flimsy map where the hell I was exactly. You'd think having a phone with internet access would help in narrowing down your location, right? I tried it out there but the connection was going off the fritz. My phone was rendered mostly useless, like my laptop when I tried to use it. Hence, lack of communications during then. I barely was able to talk to Mystery for long, and when I did I was already further from the area.

So I walked for... Eh, a while, let's just say. No Darklings, no proxies, I found I ended up walking in the wrong direction and diverting off the path a great distance. But for the most part I was already nearing a destination to look into, so rather than stalk back to try and find where the hell I parked in that damn mine I went straight to the location. Wind Cave National Park, Hot Springs, South Dakota. Luckily I was able to find the road in the last mile and a half. The area is really gorgeous, if I was able to ignore the fact there was plenty of things wanting me dead out here I would have considered it a nice stroll.

It was calm even when I found the mine and wandered inside. If you're an explorer at heart like I am these caves are you for, if you get lost easily you shouldn't go in them at all without a plan. Which is why I pulled the Minotaur in the maze trick. String! So I was walking again for a long time (sparing little details on how many times I whacked my head here) before I found this tiny crack in the cave. My size came in handy squeezing through there and discovering another networks of caves that continued to descend downwards. The cave bit by bit became this slant and if it wasn't for the wedged boulders I really wouldn't have been able to explore further. Than again, exploring even with them was pretty risky, not my brightest of ideas. Worth it, though. The moment I hit the bottom it was nothing but bare. This space was huge, walls crystalized and giving off a faint glow. Honestly, if I could just live wedged down there I would.

I walked the area before heading down one of the tunnels and exploring further. It didn't take long for the hissing to begin the moment I left the open chamber, it took me by surprise at first but I ignored it. I explored a smaller chamber and found connected to it was another one that was filled with shiny objects. Any normal person would probably go, "I FOUND SOMETHING!" and declare it theirs. I, on the other hand, wondered, "What the fuck is this stuff doing down here?". Then the hissing began again, I didn't have much time to investigate it but I saw enough. I honestly thought maybe it was bat or maybe water passing through the rocks but... Yea, no. The growling told me otherwise once it came, and seeing eyes light up within the darkness of the next (smaller) chamber made things a hell of a lot worse. A screech bellowed and bounced off the caves walls, I hit the floor from the echo alone with my hands covering my ears. It felt like someone was driving spikes into my skull. The moment it died enough I sucrried onto my feet hastily and ran out of there, the creature charged forward and I heard it clumsily hit into the narrow tunnel before screeching again and changing directions.

Gone for now, the moment I entered the wide room again that changed. I ran for the rope (because I sure as hell was smart enough to use that instead of string on the way down those slanted rocks) and began climbing up it, the creature was squeezing itself through another hole which gave me enough time to reach a boulder. The creature came charging and I felt the entire lower half of my leg being pulled in a tight grip. Looking back all I could see were glowing eyes and this huge serpent tail, maybe body. It screeched again and claws dragged my leg further into the dimly lit chamber below.

I stuttered out a rush of words and yelled at it while trying to pull away. I don't know if it just got tired of the tug of war or what but I found myself released and sat on the boulder staring down into the glowing eyes. The serpent tail slithered back into the darkness and the claws too pulled back, the only thing I could make out with the low hissing and slit eyes. I slowly scooted back up the boulder further and it pulled forward slightly, not enough for me to get a clear image of it, but enough to let me know it could damn well follow. I spent some time trying to give off the "calm vibe", considering animals (people as well) react to the "fear vibe" and what not.

At the end of it, though, I NOPE'd all the way out of there. Rested outside of the cave before I began backtracking now that I knew where I was. Rather than going to Keystone I went to the city nearby, Hill City, and stopped there to rest for the night. Ran into Liam and his buddies at a place to grab dinner, I ended up at a table next to the bar and looked over. Eyes met, faces raged, but then shoulders were patted after dealing with Prosper all at once. I was not pleased with them for executing the proxies, but Mystery wants friendly terms and I wasn't going to object to that. So I kicked back and played nice, which ended up being easier than expected. Got some good laughs in and it was morning before I knew it, we were being kicked out. Outside of the pub I looked and saw my car was parked out front. Which is odd, because I didn't put it there.

When I got into it I found a little smiley face made of sticks hanging from the mirror. Prosper was the reason for this. Maybe it's for the better I didn't have to go back to Keystone, but that makes me suspicious as to why I'm being directed away from going there. If I had thought it was due to the Ark I would have gone back in a heartbeat, but I know better. Whatever those Darklings are it's enough for, well, this. Last stop, Devil's Tower, Wyoming.

So... It's an awesomely creepy place that has some creepy activity but nothing about the Ark. Instead I encountered more of those little bastards. To sum things up, I basically got ripped out of the car by Darklings. Prosper ended up appearing and tearing off some limbs, grabbing me off the ground before (literally) throwing me in the passenger seat. He drove us out of there, which didn't help much because they kept chasing. So... He teleported. He teleported the whole fucking thing, which landed us in front of a motel near Rapid City. He dragged me out and threw me into a room before slamming shut the door. I was sitting up on the bed when he came over and smacked me across the face. Took my broken arm in hand and forced me to look at it. His way of saying how stupid I was for going back in my condition, I guess.

After that post on the thirteenth I found myself happy to have made it. I ended up stuck with Prosper for not even two days. It was unpleasant, I headbutted him a few times he got too close. Just until he realized I would do it and not care if it meant headaches from hell. I found myself being mentally exhausted most of the time, and Executor wasn't even there. That I know of. The first day I remember pretty well, I kicked Prosper when he got too close for comfort or assaulted him however I could. He threw me in the coat closet and I laughed saying it felt like home. Heard him pass by, kicked the door open and whacked him with it. He kept one of my wrists handcuffed to the bed from then on and I sat around.

I remember being awake and tolerating Prosper being... Prosper. Which basically consists of sitting around for long periods of time and staring. He tried fucking with my head by walking into the bathroom and then appearing next to the window the moment the door shut. Hardy har har. We really didn't talk much. I tried asking questions and he replied little. His questions made so sense, I guess he was trying to ask the girl who actually remembered her past. Caged One didn't want to play, though. Asked me how my mask was holding up, actually. Not his broken one he gave me, the one from Executor's visit. I told him it was fine and he said it should be, considering he made it, that Executor copied the original.

Prosper lurched forward quickly and slipped off his mask, he was directly in my face and groped his mask speaking about how it's a craft to make these. Masks had to be made to reflect the owner. He used his own to explain vaguely how and why he designed mine the way he did. Every detail to it and how it reflected on who I was/am. I asked him what happened to the original and Prosper looked me dead in the eyes and commented on how I should ask Lenore. The file I have with me here tells me she's real and when I remembered I had it while I was in his company he saw it, I guess I got that look on my face. His lips curved into a thin, devious grin. He pulled away and sat on the bed across from me, resting his forearms on his legs. He said she was looking for me, that she has been since she found out. I questioned further what he meant by that but it led to nowhere. He raised a finger to his lips and shushed quietly while grinning.

The Caged One seethed quietly but did nothing more, I found myself staring into Prosper's eyes and falling asleep at some point. On the last day I woke up to find Prosper gone and also the fact I had to pay for him holding me there. What a gent. Asshole.

Well, I paid, drove home, and yea. That sums up everything, give or take some details. The Wind Cave is being looked into (mainly by MASC) and is to be marked and considered a dangerous place (through that crack I found far into it). I really did try and kill Prosper, a few too many times, and realized that trying to carve out his eye with a plastic fork was pretty much as low as I could get. On top of which I couldn't really surprise him anymore, the one time I got him pinned was with that plastic fork and yea, it didn't do jack shit.

So after all that fun I drove home and dealt with MASC. And home stuff will be in a second post now because I can't keep torturing you guys with huge posts and tiny texts.

...What am I saying? Yes I can!
But not for this one.

Stay safe,
-Shady

Home.

I am home once again but Mystery being gone makes it seem less... Home-y. I looked over everything she left, locked it in my trunk for now. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I didn't know she was leaving. She called me and we had a long discussion, not like she up and abandoned our party. We both know the risks and sometimes they have to be taken. Executor has E-Bear and I'd gladly help but Mystery wishes to handle this herself. That means finding Executor's original self, how long that takes is unknown. He's global, we might have a small planet compared to others in the universe but it's pretty damn big for us puny people.

Contact with her I can't promise much of but we're going to damn well try our best. DAS will have a watch out and we'll do what we can to keep you guys informed on our friend.

I'll post an official report on what happened while I was away and why I was away to begin with shortly. Tending to the family here is important.

Did you know I'm an Aunt now? Feels weird in a good way. Never thought I'd be an Aunt, heh. These moments, seeing DeMii and Lullaby together and happy, it's those kind of moments that make pushing through all of this worth it.

I'm in a state of confusion after being away, the things I've found and come to learn are disturbing. I need to also post the file information here, I haven't forgotten, among other things. Expect an information dump here soon.

As of now I have to get back to everyone and sort things out with MASC. Proctor did a good job holding down the fort, I'm proud of everyone and most of all happy to be back.

Oh! And I've healed up for the most part too, sore a bit but doing fan-fucking-tastic.

Full reports shortly, for now just this update.

Stay safe,
-Shady

Delays.

I'm running a bit late on returning. Don't worry, I'm alive and alright. Ran into some unexpected stuff so got delayed. I'll post about it soon, I need to just relax. Just got back to the car after... Shit, a few days. What happens when you get lost in the middle of nowhere on grounds that are crawling with the supernatural, heh.

I think I know where the location is that I need to go to, I'll post about this week and what I find probably all at once (maybe split into two posts).

Also, Executor that's a shit move you just pulled on Mystery. You better not hurt E-Bear. When I come home you're next, keep that in mind.

Just letting you all know I might be out a few more days or an extra week at the latest.

Stay safe,
-Shady

Saturday 10/1/11 - Monday 10/3/11

I have left Massachusetts. What was I doing there? I went to visit Elaine. Seeing as she posted about our events I take it that she's well enough for me to say where I was and what has happened. I wasn't around for the beginning so I can really only explain from when I first saw Prosper and what led me into this brawl.

Shall we?

I drove straight Massachusetts, traffic was a nightmare but managable with music. I forgot how long it has been since I've listened to anything, my thoughts usually made music all their own for hours on end. It was nice to just sit and drive mindlessly. When I came into the town (which I will not specify on) I drove for a bit looking for the right place, which wasn't easy. When I cam to a red light I found a familiar figure standing next to the park entrance to my left, it was Prosper. He was wearing a new mask, same as the old one. He moved down the sidewalk like a ghost, unnoticed by people. I followed with the car until he turned off at the last park entrance, I managed to pull free from traffic and park before pursuing him through the grounds. He fled into the woods and I chased, ended up losing him but found my way out.

I ended up driving a few blocks until I came to the scene. I caught sign of Prosper teleporting and parked before getting out with the axe. He appeared before Jake (who I was surprised to see there with Elaine), there was a gun barrel to his forehead and I knew he was about to teleport. After dealing with this jackass for so long you pick up on the smallest bits of his traits. I ran in from his right, threw all my weight into ramming him from the side and knocking him over a few feet away. I got a glimpse of Elaine to check her condition before charging Prosper, who was kneeling on the ground. I swung down the axe and he teleported, he moved behind me and I was kicked forward. He was gone again.

I pulled myself up and saw Jake was in close quarters, and considering he was not one of Prosper's asylum girls he'd be the target. Considering what I walked in on that was indeed the case, Jake was the first to be eliminated in Prosper's view. I ran over to them and managed to get my axe between the two of them. I could hear the wood cracking further, I had duct taped the shit out of the handle but Prosper is a strong bastard. His serrated blade kept digging into the tape, shredding it bit by bit until Elaine stabbed him from behind. I dodged as he lurched, blade narrowly missing me, I was lucky just to be grazed. Elaine had Prosper from behind and I took the opportunity swing the axe at his thigh, it was an awkward little swing but it impaled him nicely.

He was NOT happy. Prosper seethed and tore himself off her knife, the back of his fist hit me in the side of the head and I was knocked to the ground. Jake began to open fire, pushing back Prosper and distracting him. My arm hurt like hell still from healing, it was stupid to even be doing this shit I know but whatever. I grabbed the axe after pulling myself up and hopped onto Prosper's back, sliding the handle of the weapon under his chin in yanking back. I dropped my weight, not even trying to stay on his back. It made Prosper arch backwards as I landed on the ground and planted my feet, keeping him awkwardly bent and wide open for an attack.

Elaine charged Prosper, slipping out blade hidden on her person and stabbed him three times. One blade to the throat, another to the heart, the last carving open his stomach. Jake took aim, once she had pulled aside he fired a headshot that stilled Prosper. I could feel his body grow heavy and fell backwards as his weight came down, the axe lost in my grasp when I hit the ground. His body dispersed and became nothing, I blinked a few times and found Jake standing over me, his hand outstretched. I took it, he smiled but it wasn't pleasant and it was too late when I was yanked upwards and pressed against him, blade to my throat.

"Who are you, then?" He asked me, a low and dangerous voice emitting from his throat. "Another one of the crazy bitch's faithful hoarde, here to save the day?" I stare at him, watching as he winks at Elaine and can feel the blade as it digs in by a fraction. A fine trickle of blood running down, this was definitely not a time to play games.

Jake is trained, he's not like a proxy that's plucked out of a home and handed a weapon to play dirty with. I remained as still as I could muster to not alarm him, my mind going over every part of him that was touching me, how strong his hold was, possible weak points. This angle I was being held at made it difficult, delaying what he was itching to accomplish was a better bet, hopefully Elaine could help while I did that. "It's Shady. We talked a bit before Prosper ever stepped into your life, remember?" I forced myself to be calm, my voice didn't betray me and for that I was glad. I inched my hand closer to my pocket where the switchblade was while speaking to him, "Can't save the day, Jake, just trying to keep you both alive. Especially after what that fucker did." So maybe I could direct his anger towards Prosper and off of Elaine and myself. Anything to take his attention off of us.

"It's as much her fault as his." He borderlined purred in my ear, my sprained wrist caught in his hold and twisted around my back. I growled at the pain that shot up and into my bad shoulder. So much for getting the knife. "Shady. It's so good to finally meet you. If she hadn't gotten in touch with you, Prosper never would have found us. It will be a pleasure to see you bleeding out into the pavement."

"Leave her out of this, it isn't her fault, Jake. You want me, come get me. I'm weak and broken and useless. Your favorite kind of prey." Elaine called to me, baiting him to her.

I moved my upper body, trying to lessen the pressure on my wrist, "It wouldn't matter, my involvement or not, Elaine was always his third." I glanced to Elaine from the corner of my eye, giving her the cold hard truth. It didn't matter really since Jake would probably kill me just to hurt Elaine but he needed to hear it. "What happened to Cam, to you, it couldn't be helped. I hate to say it. He has been watching since the asylum, since before then on my behalf. What makes you think he wasn't doing the same for you, for Elaine?"

That hit a nerve and he growled, "No. If it weren't for Elaine, he'd be safe. We'd be happy. The two of us together, like it should have been." Jake twisted my hand with a cruel gleam in his eyes.

"Killing her won't solve anything. He's gone, Jake. We got him. The three of us. You and I could be great if we worked together, Jake, we both know that." I could hear Elaine as she took a step closer.

I clenched my jaw as he twisted my hand further, "He gone... For now only. If you want revenge for Cam then you should help us for when he comes back. To find a way to end him completely."

I can hear Elaine moving forward and glance to see her stumbling about. My eyes narrowed skeptically, she wasn't that hurt, was she? It could have been the adrenaline before but it didn't stop the concern. If she was really that hurt she couldn't defend herself, it would be suicide to beckon Jake like she was. But Elaine isn't an idiot, she's a clever woman and I held some faith she knew what she was doing. "Come on, Jake, Cam wouldn't want you to do this."

By Jake's smug smile it looked to be working. "Cam would want to be alive. He never wanted any of this. You two killed him. You don't have a damn pit of say in this."

I can't get out of Jake's hold, by then I had come to that conclusion. I could distract and delay but Elaine would have to make the move to get me away or get Jake to loosen the hold. Quite frankly I was running low on patience to play hostage, especially since I dislike people touching me to begin with. And this... This wasn't helping. "You're going to kill people who are trying to avenge Cam? You don't think he'd want his friends to stay alive, to help end his killer?" I bit out with some annoyance.

"Prosper's dead. We all saw him die. People don't just come back from the dead." He snorted. "Don't bullshit me, bitch."

That was the moment it happened. He moved his knife in a gesture and I knew that was all that was needed. Elaine bolted quickly, her push was all I need and I dodged to the side with it. Elaine landed on top of Jake, knife turned and stabbed directly into his chest. I pulled myself up and grabbed the axe, using it as a walking stick as I came near Elaine. I looked to Jake who laid gaping and bleeding, the knife square in his chest. I would have questioned medical attention but there wasn't any point, not with that wound. I glanced to Elaine, "You alright?" It's obvious she's in pain when she moves to sit on a hood of a nearby car.

"No. But now you have proof. Elaine is dangerous. A killer. Don't trust her. Make sure everyone knows she killed me. Don't let her lie."

I glance to Elaine who is frowning before looking back down at him, "I'm sorry, Jake. You can tell Cam that too now." I muttered before pulling myself up and moving towards the woman, had to focus on her survival now. "How badly are you injured, do you need medical attention?" I asked her while glancing over her wounds. Personally, she needed it, but runners have a tendency to be stubborn with hospitals.

"... Broke a couple ribs. The shoulder may be broken, may just be dislocated. Probably have another concussion. Yeah. Hospital's probably a good idea." Her eyes flicker to the body briefly, "I can become un-missing. Tell the cops Jake was the one who kidnapped me. Two birds, one stone."

I nodded which cracked my neck, wincing I rubbed it a bit not expecting that in the least. "I was going to ask if you wanted to do anything with the body next. That works, though." I glance over her briefly, my mind digesting the situation fully. "We should probably get medical attention done quickly. Prosper will be back in a couple days at most. Better to get a head start."

"Right. Call 911? I think I'm about to pass out." Elaine stoically says despite being lightheaded.

"On it, just relax there." I pulled out my cellphone and dialed up, giving the report to the operator as I watched Elaine, making sure she didn't faceplant onto the pavement. I waited there until the ambulence pulled up in the parking lot and disappeared. Watched at a distance with my axe as they got into the vehicle and took her away. I couldn't have my information taken in, it was bad enough making the call considering the time span I had if MASC was trying to actually track me. Worth it, though, at the end of it all.

I went back to the car and patch up, wiped the blood and smudges away, switched shirts briefly from the bit of blood. Couldn't draw unwanted attention when I snuck into the hospital. Which I did, effectively. I looked around for Elaine's room for a bit, finding it I entered and pulled up a chair. Did nothing but wait for some time for her to wake up, dodged a few nurses when they entered. That was fun.

It didn't take long for Elaine to stir, I was happy to see the drugs working to keep the pain dulled down. She tried to adjust herself and move around, bad move, let her figure that out though for herself. She has to know her limitations, I waited patiently for her to notice me which was pretty damn quickly. Perceptive as always. It was adorable, really, she blinked at me with a small, "Oh. Hello." which amused me despite recent events.

"Hey." I leaned back in the chair with a half smile, urge to yawn rising. "How are you feeling? Drugs helping?"

Elaine eyed the IV a moment, "Yeah. They must have me on the good shit. I feel fantastic."

I found myself chuckling at the look on her face, priceless. "Good, good. We should probably get to why I came here, though. Before anymore interruptions come around." Straight to business now that I know she was doing pretty alright considering things. "Asylum. You mentioned in an email about us being from the same one."

"... Right. What did you want to know? We only overlapped for a bit."

"How well did we know each other?" I asked her.

"Not horribly? I mean. I'm older than you, and you came in towards the end of my stay. But we talked, some."

"What about?"

"We talked about feeling guilty for killing people and not knowing why, mostly." Elaine gave a shaky laugh before adding, "We have that in common, I guess." I quirked a brow but stayed silent, letting her continue. "It's. It's been a long time, and that part of my life is hard to remember, but we talked about that, and some friend of yours vanishing, and a man in a mask... And some chick named Lenore? You didn't like her."

"Friend vanishing and a man in a mask, I can get that. Lenore? I don't--Wait, I have a file back at the house about a girl named Lenore." I looked to the wall with a scowl, thinking. Lenore, yes, I most definitely had a file about a girl named Lenore. The friend vanishing was Mr. Sunshine and the man in the mask Prosper, those things connect. Now Lenore would have to be discovered and sadly that would have to wait till I got home. "What were you in there for?"

"...Did you not read my post?" Elaine laughed lightly, "I thought everyone knew by now. I killed people as a kid. Thanks to Slendy, I think. Still not sure. Can't remember it-or most of my first two years at the asylum."

"Sometimes people don't mention everything to a group of strangers." I calmly retorted with my eyes intently watching Elaine, body language says a hell of a lot and I was not going to ignore hers. "What do you remember from those times?"

"The times I talked to you? About as much as you’d normally remember of conversations you had ten years ago?" She paused before adding, "You didn’t get there till after I was back to myself."

"So I arrived fucked up right before you left then basically?" I smirked lightly.

She nodded while laughing, "Well. I still spent a year or so in the asylum the same time as you. Not exactly right before."

"Considering how fucked up time is when you're not sane it seems short in comparison. But damn... A year still? I don't remember you at all." I swung my legs over one arm rest of the chair and leaned back against the other one. "Do you remember meeting this Lenore?"

Elaine shrugged with her good shoulder, "Nope."

"So we've got a ghost. What about Prosper back then. He worked at the asylum, the 269 tattooed on the underside of his wrists. He made masks for other patients, you remember that at all?"

"Yeah, I do. I remember him." It sounded more like she didn't want to. "Creepy motherfucker. He mostly left me alone, at least when I was 'awake'." I was about to question that when she added with a shiver, "Loved you, though. No real surprise there."

"What do you mean by that all?"

Elaine blinked, "Well. I dunno. He’s always been creepy. I couldn’t stand him, and he avoided contact with me. From what I gather that wasn’t always the case, I'd see him lurking out of the corner of my eye." I shuddered at the idea of Prosper doing such to children. “I just never touched the masks, so he left me alone, I think.” She shrugged. “You, he followed. And that one other girl... Fuck it's hard to remember. I don't know if it's the drugs or just a bad memory."

"It's alright. Having something is still better than having nothing at all. Just conversing about it might trigger something later on too, if not immediately." I flashed a reassuring grin, "We've got time. Why not tell me what happened today instead, what did I stumble into earlier?"

"Jake’s been trying to kill me.” She answered flatly. “Me and everyone I care about. For revenge. Because of Cam.” It shocked me to see this change in Jake but at the same time it was understandable, even if not reasonable. "Prosper interrupted us fighting."

"It's sad it turned out that way, I'm sorry you had to lose both of them because of this." I muttered while rubbing the back of my neck, "He just interrupted, he didn't give you anything or say, hell, do anything to tell you something?"

Elaine shook her head, "No, he just cut in when Jake just about had me. Would’ve died if he hadn’t interfered."

It quirked my interest to hear that. Prosper wasn't in the business of saving lives. "So he saved your life and gave me his cracked mask that Road Runner broke when he went to visit her. This is weird. He didn't try and attack you?"

"Well, yeah. He gave me all this crap I’m in the hospital from. But only after I attacked him.”

AFTER she attacked him. Was that something significant? "So Jake was attacking you, Prosper saved you, but hurt you when you attacked him?" I snorted, "Maybe he was keeping you out of the way?"

“Possibly? Maybe he wanted me for himself?”

That made better sense. "Considering how possessive he is of his asylum girls I wouldn't be surprised. And it's like him to jump in at the last second."

Yes. That made a lot more sense but pieces were still missing.

I sat with Elaine, dodged more nurses and the doctor until morning. She had company come which eased me, I didn't want to leave her alone and injured like that. It was nice to speak with her, to put a face to the text I've been reading. Elaine, I'm sorry for your loss. If you need anything just drop a line, feel better.

I split ways and headed off to my next destination which was another days travel, day and a half almost with the fricking traffic. I write this to you now from the outskirts of the large area I'll be exploring. I'm glad to have had Trinity's computer skills put to work before she left, MASC, if you're trying to track this you'll have to try a bit harder. I'm so tired, excuse errors. Been a long couple of days already.

Oh and MASC: I read what happened to Lullaby, what Mystery reported as well. That was unwise. Very unwise. You are lucky it was only Mystery there.
Also, interrogating Mr. Sunshine, really? HA! Made his day.
My companions back home: Be careful, dears.
Everyone else...

Stay safe,
-Shady

Thirty-Sixth Post.

This post has been scheduled ahead of time. On the last night of September I have taken a leave of the mansion to seek out something. I will be gone a week, week and a half at most, and will be posting on the road. I have to make a stop briefly before I head to the original location, I will not tell you all where I am going and I will not give word until after I have done what it is I need to do. Not just for me but for the others as well.

I have scheduled this to post at the same time I had left last night so there is a date and a time as to how long I will be gone for. Should I go past the time limit I have set I'm going to lay out this single rule now: Don't come to find me. I don't know what to expect.

MASC, don't pester my companions and if you so much as try to pry open my trunk you'll be in for a few nasty surprises. Don't bother trying to find me either, I'm already too far gone.

I'll update after I get to my next destination and business is settled. Replies will be limited because I'd rather not get tracked. Yet.
Will do what I can to return shortly.

Stay safe, everyone.
-Shady

The Attack.

I need to pay more attention to this place and stop posting when it's significant. Fucks sake. I've been working my ass off between the orderly and tending to affairs around the mansion, then the attack... Sigh. Also, Victor's story is still being done, I haven't stopped there.

I just need to breathe but it's difficult, especially with the way everything is as of now. Even before the attack things were a bit tense, I left very early in the morning. I went to the one place I can't breathe at all to try and solve it. The cemetery. I visited Billy, it was a... Nice morning, yea. Picked some flowers, tied them together with some wire from the tool kit. I really don't see much point in laying flowers, they just wither and die anyways, but it's tradition, right? And Billy loved traditions. He cherished them, I guess it rubbed off some. I've been thinking of getting back into contact with Joshua and maybe Smiles. Maybe. With the way shit is looking you know it might not hurt. But then I just mock myself and laugh at how pitiful that is, how selfish it would be.

"Look at what happened the last time a friend was brought into the fray."

The Caged One mentioned such. I felt myself half smile at the reminder. Fuck this life.

It would be selfish. I'm selfish but not that much. I sat back next to his grave and mused over where I am in life now. Let's look at it together, shall we?

Executor despises me.

Prosper is trying to skin me alive.

Road Runner is trying to make me a murderer and is willing to sacrifice and murder those I care for just to fuel that fire.

My family doesn't register I've been gone all this time, they don't pay much attention. Not that they did before. It's ridiculous that it bothers me, even if it's the slightest fraction.

My adopted family whom I presently am living with I can barely protect, maybe I'm just too fucked up to do much, I don't know. You can't protect another unless you can protect yourself, and we've seen I've been doing a half assed job lately.

Proxies I've redeemed have been mostly staying that way, so that's the good perk I guess. People I've actually helped are now helping themselves and others, just motivates me further to help more. And seeing others reaching out to do such things as well only helps get me off my ass.

I resorted to kidnapping a man who cons and blackmails his bosses for a living practically, a smug bastard that hasn't answered jack shit really. My patience is thinning and the Caged One is seething which makes shit even worse.

"Your hands are already stained in red. Do what is necessary. Drag him within the woods, take him into depths where the screams cannot be heard."

Temptation to do such was killer (no pun intended). Do you know the type of anger in you that just boils and boils until it smooth out and finds a new use? Ok, now how about that new use is murder or torture? Ok, now add a childhood you in your head called the Caged One telling you that it's necessary to do. Ok? Ok. Now, go ahead and add to it you know it is necessary and you don't give a flying fuck about the consequences in doing it anymore.

Now you'll ask "Why haven't you done it then?"

The answer is simple, my adopted family. I haven't acted for them.

"But time is growing short and we need to act."

So the options become limited.

"We killed once in the name of one we loathed. We can kill again in the name of protecting those we love."

Is it necessary?

"Don't make the same mistakes."

Because I totally remember them, right... Thanks. Awesome.

Fuckthislife.

Maybe I'll be happy once this world fades into the dark. When the universe decides Earth is no longer popular and tosses it aside, heh. We are so petty and don't even realize it, it's so adorable.

Always wanted to be an astronomer, you know? It's silly. I used to stare into the telescope as a kid and try to find the planet I came from. Now look at me, clinging to humanity like it's worth something. One pathetic chapter after the next.

And I am fucking done playing to its tune.

I laid at Billy's grave and watched the clouds like we used to while we could still see them, just before nightfall came crashing down upon our heads. Once upon a time, heh. It was such a nice day outside--blurry vision-heavy breathing-stumbling forward--looking down, bloody hands--looking up, scared faces--screaming, crying--YOUMONSTER--Whoareyou?-knife, cuts so good-onebyoneweallfalldown-Cut them! Cutting them! KILLING THEM!-it hurts it hurts it fucking hurts-their faces ashamed, gone daughter gone, gone friend gone gone gone-Imissyou-I'm not sorry--about to do-NOT SORRY EVER--nice day, knife in hand--blood--heavy breathing, collapsed body--whysobroken?

I left the cemetery when my mind triggered that sequence. Out of fucking nowhere, right? Did it smack you in the face too? Yea, I didn't know what to do either but that's the sequence that I had this time. It was the same place as the previous ones; I'm considering this might be what Road Runner is talking about. "Become what you were" and "Become a murderer again". Yea, key words being: Were and Again. How wonderful is it that I might have been a murderer as a kid? How severely fucked up does someone have to be to murder as a child? What the hell happens to just trigger that at a young age? Fuck if I know. I've been told not to pursue further both verbally and by actions done by those around me. Can you honestly tell me that if you were not in my shoes that you wouldn't be looking for answers?

Can you honestly tell you wouldn't be feeling vulnerable until you do? That you could trust yourself when you don't even know yourself?

Tell me. Go right ahead and tell me, look me in the goddamn eyes already and say it with a straight face and maybe I'll consider it.

To make matters worse Prosper was at the tree line. I pulled out a knife when he approached, his mask was smashed up. Looked like a cracked egg, I wondered what the hell happened briefly before deciding whatever did good for him, he deserved it. What surprised me most was when he slid the mask off his face and took a moment to look at the broken thing before handing it over. I was hesitant to take it, when he didn't make any kind of change I did. It was stupid and I knew it when he grabbed my wrist and lurched my upper body forward. Prosper's amber eyes were in slits, it's amazing how dark his face looked on such a bright morning. And then, out of nowhere, he curled up his lips into an ominous smile and backed off. Let go of me in the process and pointed to the mask before tapping the side of his head. The knife in my hand shook, I wanted to go stab happy on Prosper's face but resisted. I told myself Road Runner comes first, he may have plunged the knife but she organized it.

On top of that Prosper was burned alive at the warehouse and Executor rebuilt him and sent him back our way. Even if I killed this form of Prosper he'd come back and probably throw a bitch fit. I don't want to hear it, from any of you. I wanted to attack, still do, for killing all those people, for hurting Elaine and killing Cam, for hurting Mystery, hurting so many people. Logically speaking, there wasn't any point. I wasn't about to risk my life all alone like this and I wasn't about to risk others either. I've see what he does when angry, so no, just... no.

I weighed his mask in my hand, it was pretty damn heavy. Not one of those flimsy plastic ones, it breaking like this must have been a bitch to do or the impact must have been massive. I have no idea what it's made out of it, ask Mystery later what she thinks. I can't draw much on why he gave this; my only thoughts are maybe it was because at the asylum he made masks. I brought it back to the mansion and when I entered Mystery intersected me, she came with one intention but paused when she noticed what I was holding and questioned it. I told her what happened and how I made up my mind on what to do with our guest. She wasn't happy, so put it lightly. I told her I was going to take the orderly for a drive that night, I didn't want her waiting up. We got into a short argument over it, Mystery didn't like the man in the least but she wasn't open for interrogation; least not to the extent I was intending. I told her it had to be done and left it there.

 I went to put the mask where I put the other stuff I was keeping, down at the bottom of the mansion where Mr. Sunshine first slept. Prying open the trunk and laying it inside with the mask from Executor's time. Prosper knows what I remember just from this blog alone, if he's sending a message it's going to be based on what I can recall still. That's the difference between him and Road Runner; he acts on the now and reminds me of the past while she works the past to end the future. Mr. Sunshine has taken up sleeping higher up in the tree that's rooted down where my trunk is. This room seemed to be a nice quiet spot for me to stay in; I considered moving down here to sleep but haven't taken any actions yet.

I was down there when I heard a loud explosion from upstairs, I grabbed the axe and bolted in time to see Mystery exiting my line of sight as she was thrown upwards through the ceiling. I looked to who was responsible and felt a glare, my mind reeling to take in just what the hell was happening. There wasn't time to dawdle over the details, my mind said, "Enemy in base, terminate." and so I acted. I gripped the axe which didn't really matter when something hit me from behind, I was suddenly thrown forward and before I knew it was one the ground and rolling until I hit the wall, the side of my face aching.

I tried to pull myself up and collapsed, my head spinning like mad. Every time I pulled myself up the world beneath me spun and I collapsed under my own weight again. I could hear off to the side Lucas and soon the thunderous roar of Mr. Sunshine, my heart skipped a beat as I used the wall to pull myself up. Vision coming clear I could see the attacker (who we know now as Thuggee) spot and turn towards me. Lullaby caught my attention and his own the moment she entered, he turned to her with a grin and vanished. I felt my insides boiled and grabbed the axe with an intent to murder. Dodgy intervened when I began an approach, surprising me with ease but I whacked him with the butt of the axe. He's fast, I'll tell you now Dodgy is deadly. I guess I took him by some surprise with my own bloodlust at the time and got the upper hand there. I smacked him across the face with the handle of the axe, spinning it in my grasp and bringing it down upon him. He slipped out of the way just barely, before I could pull the axe back up my knees bent forward as a kicked impacted them from behind. I hit the floor and rolled, swinging the axe up with all the force I could muster from that angle, he caught my wrist though. Pain shot through it and I bite out something nasty in return to him.

When Mr. Sunshine came charging my axe was raised from the ground with force, enough to split the wood just before it was flung and collided into my friend's shoulder. Before I could get out a word to him Thuggee was in front of my and then everything just blurred as I hit the ground once again. Dodgy didn't miss a beat, nailing me in the torso a few times with his leg. I spat at Thuggee and found it flung back, I won't forget ever making eye contact with that bastard. Him all to happy, winked even, before my blurred over as pain exploded through-out my body. And everything just hurt; I was writhing on the cold ground. It felt like forever before my body began to overcome, to push itself to adapt like I've always forced it to. I groaned trying to pull myself up, finally able to focus on stuff around me.

Sucking it up I pulled myself to my feet, ignoring the agony that raked through-out my body. I pulled the knife from my ankle strap and left the room moving towards the ruckus. I could hear him approaching and walked out, slashing at Thuggee with the knife. I used what knife training I had to try and land a blow upon him but he was worse than Dodgy with dodging. He caught my wrist when I went for his chest and with a flick of my arm I heard the snap before I felt it. Thuggee got me in the torso twice and suddenly I found the setting had changing. We were outside, the morning sun making me squint just before I was on the ground... Again. He grabbed my ankle, more pain but I didn't hear a crack or the likes. I was good news until he summoned that fucking orb and I was back to square one with pain raking through my body. Screaming his name with slander.

Another long while I was left writing it felt like. I could barely hear all the yelling and what not around me, it all felt faint as I was on my back, trying to adapt once again. Something shadowed over me and when I squinted upwards I found myself staring into Thy Executor's mask, his hands met the sides of my head and everything shut off, my vision blackened briefly. I felt like a computer restarting, the moment I could see I wrenched away and collapsed, he leaned back down and yanked me to a stand. Told me to wait before vanishing. It was brief before he was back again, Proxy 85 in his arms looking dead. He leaned 85 into my hold, with the one decent arm I've got.

"Leave here immediately, the others already have." I went to argue before looking up and seeing Thuggee with another Executor, I looked back to the one in front of me and knew it was a clone. He grabbed jaw roughly, an overwhelming power emitting off the clone by vibe alone. “Get. Out." He demanded, for once it wasn't a monotone voice. He voice quivered with anger and ripped his hand away, teleporting above to join the battle.

I lifted 85 who was barely conscious, he stumbled to help but could barely manage. I dragged us both to the woods, a man emerged from them that I couldn't recognize. He looked me in the face and I saw it, amber colored eyes (seeing Executor's post I know now it was Prosper flung into a nearby body. His post is correct, I've realized, there is really a nearly completed circle of bodies around our home). He ran back into the mansion as we kept moving farther and farther from it. Mr. Sunshine appeared and took 85 into his arms, lessening the strain on my own body. I leaned against a tree and ordered him to get 85 to the others, taking a second to follow and arrive on the scene of MASC. I was manhandled into the car, smacking the soldier away as he shoved me inside. Mr. Sunshine coddled and at that point I was too pissed off and exhausted to stop him. Just leaned, feeding him some support.

So... All in all we stole their truck and went to a motel. We got situated in the room and Mystery helped me make a splint for my broken arm. We stopped Mr. Sunshine's bleeding collar barely, the fact he was laying down when Executor showed after a short bit and did nothing but growl viciously made me concerned. Executor stayed near the windows, Prosper was at his side leaning awkwardly off a bad leg. Executor was torn up, head to toe. He remained standing straight and slowly scanned the room from left to right before dropping his head to look down at 85 on the bed; the boy was looking back up at him wearily. "Fine mess you brought upon yourselves. Do be more careful in future events." He stated out loud before leaning down and picking up 85's barely breathing body. Executor vanished out of sight and Prosper followed a moment afterwards.

And MASC found us not too long afterwards. Mr. Sunshine was vicious towards them and we had to try and keep him calm, blood loss helped a bit with that. They separated us all which infuriated my beastly friend to the point where they had to sedate him. MASC had a doctor lend me a hand with some treatment while I spent time in the room, glowering at the fellows babysitting. When the medic came in and brought a chair up in front of me, just before he sat down I kicked the leg sending it backwards and watched him hit the floor. One of the soldiers restrained me back into the chair when I went to get up and I barked out how I didn't approve of being manhandled and then having authority forced upon not only myself but my kin. I played nice while the doctor fixed me up and left. Interrogator visited and I laughed, despite my ribs, at his mentions of Mr. Sunshine. He began to force authority and I flashed him a nice bruised smile, "Would you kindly fuck off." left my lips on a cheerful note.

He wasn't happy and sat down across, intimidations tactics won't work with me. He threatened many things and I sat back in the chair wishing I had popcorn. I wasn't fazed, not with those I knew before this all. They needed us, and when Mystery and I met up we both acknowledged it.

Since then we haven't been playing ball. They began getting people to work on repairs; I've been on the sidelines yelling at them doing shit wrong. We were missing people, still are now. Trinity went after Tim and I can't believe I helped distract after seeing her blog post. I'm worried as hell but... She's smart, so damn clever, I know I can trust her to get through it.

So... My axe is cracked, I'm fucked up like everyone else, and... Thuggee broke the chunk of wall I was sleeping on. So I got nowhere to sleep, making a bed in the basement where my trunk is. Mr. Sunshine was stalking me around until Lullaby and Doctor Proctor showed up, now he's following poor Proc around. It's cute, Doc is a bit uneasy by it and I can't help but laugh every time I look over and see Mr. Sunshine shuffling behind him at some distance. Good to have him around, makes for good conversation.

I went out and explored the bodies thing after seeing Executor's post. I followed this trench that was covered by a thin sheet of dirt only. It surrounded the mansion but only made a C, still left to be connected. Which meant Prosper wasn't finished with his work. I found out later from Road Runner's post that Prosper visited her (most likely due to his post which sounds a lot like he's going to try eliminating us or start testing our mettle) and she's the reason his mask is cracked. I found the files I was looking over before, they fell down here from my "bed" during the attack. I put them in the trunk; will post up the information regarding them later. Speaking of the orderly... Yea, he's dead. Baked alive. Did I mention yet how much I loathe Thuggee? Not just for attacking my kin but now killing my lead. Why. Do. All. My. Leads. DIE?

Fuckthislife.

Anyways, I'm going to yell at more MASC soldiers, wander the night on my usual routine walks. Everywhere I go a damn soldier is on my ass, I can't tell you how many times I've chewed them out so far. Hehehe, I made one flinch. It was satisfying.

Post later with some stuff. Going to pull a Doctor House and pop some pain pills.

Ignore typos, one bad wrist and a broken arm makes typing a bitch. Don’t ask how long this post took me to do, heh.

Stay safe,

-Shady