...All you stupid fuckers walk around astounded and drownin'
Yeah! I'm free! Free once again to breathe the air of the normal world where there are not monsters and crazed beasts around every corner. Here where the monsters are inside the closet and under the bed where they belong. Except for Neil Young, who somehow is still able to walk around freely in public. I've had things less frightening than that try to eat me.
It looks like several of the posts I made while inside the office on Ash Tree Lane didn't go through. And some of those that are there, I don't recall writing. There appear to also be some holes in what's up there, but fuck it, I can't be bothered to figure out what is and is not there. I'm free motherfuckers! Hide your wife, hide your kids!
Okay, maybe just the basics. We got inside the building, Roulette was gonna do whatever he was gonna do with the Book, but Sullivan betrayed us and killed Roulette. As he tried to make off with the Book, his 'associates' the Crimson Templars (or something stupid like that) arrive and we have a big fight, get separated, I get lost inside the place and fun times are had by all. Eventually I meet up again with Cadence and then Arpeggio and Madi. Oh, there was also my little encounter with Legacy and my other little encounter with the Dying Man. Finally we wind up in the lobby and are about to leave, when Legacy stops us. Then Sullivan and his assholes show up. Legacy has the Book with him and Sullivan requests that he return it to them. There was something about requiring the power it holds if they are to resurrect their savior. Sorry bro, but I just can't in good conscience allow you bring about L. Ron's return.
Sullivan pulls out his gun and points it at Legacy, and in response Cadence levels his rifle at Sullivan. Another one of the knights pulls a gun on him; Arpeggio pulls two guns and aims one at the knight and one at red trenchcoat bitch, who I think is the leader of this pretentious Redlight wannabe gang. And so it goes. By the time all is said and done, I myself have no less than three projectile weapons aimed at my person, including what appears to be a grenade launcher, while, having lost my second pistol somewhere along the way, I am left pointing but a single gun at some random mook. I was extremely disappointed that I didn't even get to fire at somebody important, but what can you do? I also, in the middle of the insanity, took notice of the fact that some of the knights were pointing guns at each other. Musta had a falling out. So, there's four of us, Legacy, about a dozen or so motherfuckers, and about thirty guns. We got quite the Mexican standoff goin' on here, is what I'm gettin' at.
Those crazy Mexicans and their silly Australian gunfights.
But as fun as it is just sittin' around and pointing guns at one another, at some point somebody has to actually do something. In this case it wasn't any of us. There's a crack, some black leaves blowing in the breeze and the front doors open wind. In walks this dude, just as natural as if he were entering his own fucking living room, dressed in torn jeans and a black hoodie. He's got the hood pulled up and his head down, so we can't see his face, and he just strolls in, not seeming to take heed of the twenty or so pissed off motherfuckers with firearms only a couple yards off.
The newcomer stops and turns his head toward Legacy, who nods, and then this woman walks in, who is very clearly the Dying Man's new host, what with her missing eye, her sunken-in cheeks, the way the flesh on her face is kind of peeling off, the way her voice sounds like Satchmo. Yeah, blow your horn, Louie. The woman walks over to Legacy and takes the Book from him, the sound of a gun being fired is heard, and that's all it takes for everything to go absolutely batshit. Bullets flying every which way, people going down, me cutting out a dude's throat after he shot me in the left shoulder. Jegus, I got a crate dropped on it, got shot there before, got my arm cut open, got my hand broken... please, for the love of God, if you're going to attack me in the arm, can you please go for the right side? I don't think the left one can sustain much more shit happening to it.
So the smoke clears, some folks are dead, including Legacy it looks like. Of course the little demon twins are somehow perfectly fine, creepy little fucks. Hoodie guy is standing in the middle of the room, a bloodied sword in one hand, the Book in the other. It was at this point that I saw the Operator Symbol on the back of his hoodie. Black hoodie... Operator symbol... shows up in the middle of crazy shit goin' down... Hey, I know who this guy is!
"Hey, motherfucker, I thought you was supposed to be studying and shit. You keep saying that's why you can't update your blog!"
He turns around. "Hey, you try writing up an essay about the existential dynamics of space-time manipulation by extradimensional horroterrors without stealing a tome of eldritch lore or two and see how far you get."
"So how come you ain't dead right now? That's how these incidents usually end, ain't it?"
"That's just silly. If I were dead, I couldn't be waxing my car while fighting Nazis in Brazil?"
"...Huh?"
"Sorry I don't have time to talk, but I am a very busy man. There are papers to write and dark magick to read up on."
And with that he was gone. Once again, my hospitality is ignored, as another one just leaves without staying to have drinks. What's this world coming to? So with that... encounter finished, I realized hey, who the hell else is still around? We didn't find any knights still breathing, so I collected my peeps and we got the hell out of there. It's really been two fucking weeks since we went in there? What the fuck? I know it felt like we were there forever, but really I figured it couldn't have been more than a week. Stupid fucked up bullshit mindfuckering, asswiping, time-distorting, space-warping, dimensional bleeding structure of corporate whatever, I'm tired of this now.
It's been a long ride, my peeps. A mindfucked motherfucker with teh magick powerz, fucking Wyoming, a teenage girl getting too involved in an internet myth, H.P. Lovecraft's Book of Bedtime Stories, couriers, revenants, cultists, Fears, motherfucking Omega... What the hell? That's all I can say really, just- just, what the hell?
With Legacy and Roulette and most of the rest of the team gone, I guess that means I'm leader now! W00t!! Naw, just fucking with y'all. That shit's boring, and it gets far too political for my tastes. Anyway, we got places to get our asses to right now. Before the higher ups start pissing and moaning about all the shit that's gone down. If they think I'm filling out any goddamn paperwork they obviously haven't been keeping in touch with my insurance agency.
Life is fucking good motherfuckers! Stay frosty ladies and bros. Hopefully we'll have some kind of new job soon and more ridiculous and stupid shit to regale you all with. Because we've all been having a just wonderful time with all that thus far, haven't we?
Yeah, I know you fucking have.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
But you and I we've been through that, And this is not our fate
I ran into Legacy earlier.
He's looking terribly not well. He wouldn't tell me what the hell happened to him after he just disappeared, but he was covered in dirt and blood and looking generally like shit. At one point he had a nice coughing fit and hacked up some black shit. I noticed his eyes were... the veins in his eyes had turned black it looked like.
I had been up in the tower, trying to sleep 'cause you know it's been four days I think that I've been in here and I needed some fucking sleep. Now of course I didn't figure on getting a good night's rest in this crazy ass place, but I didn't really expect to get dragged off someplace in my sleep. I probably should have, but fuck if I wasn't fucking tired. And besides, I kind of didn't expect there to be angels in this hellhole. Yeah, angels motherfucker, with wings and halos, and white robes and armor and flaming swords and shit. They had helmets on covering their whole heads, so I couldn't see whether or not they actually look like ugly fat babies.
But anyhow, I wake up and I'm not where I fell asleep at. I look around and see these fuckers standin' all around and I'm fuckin' tied up y'know and I'm just like 'shit, what the fuck man?' but they ain't payin' no mind to me at all. Then one of 'em comes over and presses the tip of its sword to my chest, which I believe I mentioned they had flaming swords, fucking burned me with it. It kinda tilted its head staring down at me an' just let me sit there with a flaming sword cutting through my ribcage for a few minutes before finally letting up and moving on.
I still do not know what the hell they were planning to do to me there. It was only a couple minutes after that that Legacy showed up and beat the fuckers all down with his bitchin' crazy ass mindfucked revenant powers. I think. He unties me and I'm like hey Legacy, what the fuck you doin', you been gone for a while bro. And he's just like 'Cryptic bullshit motherfucker' and dances off with the fairies. Okay, maybe I made part of that up. It was so much cryptic as it was bullshit.
So he starts talkin' shit, crazy shit, just real fast talking and not even really caring if I'm listening or not. He's sayin' some stuff that sounds familiar, I've seen on this blog before and in the future, about the Scarlet Knights and the Beast. I couldn't really make sense of most of it. There was one point where he grabs me and starts yelling at my face that we need to get the Book back, it has to be destroyed so we can seal the Aperture before the Angel is released. Blacklight was going to kill the Archangel and something about a man with the 'sign of the Operator' emblazoned on his jacket would come and destroy the Blackwelder's Account.
Then suddenly he stops and just walks off down the corridor. I yelled at him like what the fuck bro? and he turns back briefly.
"Everyone is going to die, Ridley. It is inevitable. To fight death is foolish. Do not turn from the service of the Old Gods, for only in them does eternity lie."
And then he walked off like a motherfucker.
Shit, five days now in this place, I need to get the fuck out before I start going looney as well.
Stay frosty, my bitches.
He's looking terribly not well. He wouldn't tell me what the hell happened to him after he just disappeared, but he was covered in dirt and blood and looking generally like shit. At one point he had a nice coughing fit and hacked up some black shit. I noticed his eyes were... the veins in his eyes had turned black it looked like.
I had been up in the tower, trying to sleep 'cause you know it's been four days I think that I've been in here and I needed some fucking sleep. Now of course I didn't figure on getting a good night's rest in this crazy ass place, but I didn't really expect to get dragged off someplace in my sleep. I probably should have, but fuck if I wasn't fucking tired. And besides, I kind of didn't expect there to be angels in this hellhole. Yeah, angels motherfucker, with wings and halos, and white robes and armor and flaming swords and shit. They had helmets on covering their whole heads, so I couldn't see whether or not they actually look like ugly fat babies.
But anyhow, I wake up and I'm not where I fell asleep at. I look around and see these fuckers standin' all around and I'm fuckin' tied up y'know and I'm just like 'shit, what the fuck man?' but they ain't payin' no mind to me at all. Then one of 'em comes over and presses the tip of its sword to my chest, which I believe I mentioned they had flaming swords, fucking burned me with it. It kinda tilted its head staring down at me an' just let me sit there with a flaming sword cutting through my ribcage for a few minutes before finally letting up and moving on.
I still do not know what the hell they were planning to do to me there. It was only a couple minutes after that that Legacy showed up and beat the fuckers all down with his bitchin' crazy ass mindfucked revenant powers. I think. He unties me and I'm like hey Legacy, what the fuck you doin', you been gone for a while bro. And he's just like 'Cryptic bullshit motherfucker' and dances off with the fairies. Okay, maybe I made part of that up. It was so much cryptic as it was bullshit.
So he starts talkin' shit, crazy shit, just real fast talking and not even really caring if I'm listening or not. He's sayin' some stuff that sounds familiar, I've seen on this blog before and in the future, about the Scarlet Knights and the Beast. I couldn't really make sense of most of it. There was one point where he grabs me and starts yelling at my face that we need to get the Book back, it has to be destroyed so we can seal the Aperture before the Angel is released. Blacklight was going to kill the Archangel and something about a man with the 'sign of the Operator' emblazoned on his jacket would come and destroy the Blackwelder's Account.
Then suddenly he stops and just walks off down the corridor. I yelled at him like what the fuck bro? and he turns back briefly.
"Everyone is going to die, Ridley. It is inevitable. To fight death is foolish. Do not turn from the service of the Old Gods, for only in them does eternity lie."
And then he walked off like a motherfucker.
Shit, five days now in this place, I need to get the fuck out before I start going looney as well.
Stay frosty, my bitches.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
I knew you would answer, I'm the curiosity; You could miss a chance because the fool might see reality
hehehehehehe....
help, i've seen an ear in the wall
Monday, November 7, 2011
I want to help you, You have to help yourself
Sooo... fuck.
Because it just wouldn't be my life if something ridiculous and crazy didn't go down and fuck everything up. We're all here in the mindscrew office like I said, right, and Roulette is getting ready to do what he was going to do. I don't know, I was just along for the ride, kill any wayward white collar workers who might happen to be still inhabiting this godforsaken place, y'know. It didn't go exactly as planned.
Sullivan interrupted Roulette during the ritual and they started arguing about something. Sullivan pulls a gun on Roulette, shoots him twice. Death's Head is about to shoot Sullivan down, when a bullet grazes her arm. We all turn towards the Doors and see a bunch of people waltzing in through 'em. Sullivan picks up the Book and is walking over to these people, so we're figurin' out pretty quickly just what the hell is going on here. Head don't take long to recover and get really pissed, choosing to work off her anger by opening fire on the newcomers. They scatter, and before you know it the shit has hit the fan.
No-Name takes out two of 'em. I didn't know he was a revenant too and I'm not even sure how to describe what he did, but suddenly one of 'em has these black vines things burst out of their chest which grab onto the other one and go down their throat. I'd love to know what the hell that shit was, but I guess I won't be able to now, since No-Name didn't notice the guy with the sword coming up behind him.
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Sullivan interrupted Roulette during the ritual and they started arguing about something. Sullivan pulls a gun on Roulette, shoots him twice. Death's Head is about to shoot Sullivan down, when a bullet grazes her arm. We all turn towards the Doors and see a bunch of people waltzing in through 'em. Sullivan picks up the Book and is walking over to these people, so we're figurin' out pretty quickly just what the hell is going on here. Head don't take long to recover and get really pissed, choosing to work off her anger by opening fire on the newcomers. They scatter, and before you know it the shit has hit the fan.
No-Name takes out two of 'em. I didn't know he was a revenant too and I'm not even sure how to describe what he did, but suddenly one of 'em has these black vines things burst out of their chest which grab onto the other one and go down their throat. I'd love to know what the hell that shit was, but I guess I won't be able to now, since No-Name didn't notice the guy with the sword coming up behind him.
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myself out. And I will too, just as soon as I stop being all lost inside this fucking place.
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