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.

Told you I'm awake. Swallowing you.

Hahaha. Finally making some goddamn progress here.

I found Cadence. Creepy little fuck though he is, it's nice to have a familiar face around. The Boss tends to have a bit of a problem in that department. Whatever, it's all chill. The two of us managed to track down that fuck in the red suit and blow his fucking head off. I guess I now know where the blood splatters I saw in the corner office earlier were from. It's nice when this time bullshit syncs up someway that I have an actual clue as to what the fuck is going on.

It'd be wonderful if everything could turn out so that I had some idea what the fuck was going on. Like that bullshit with Legacy earlier. Though to be be honest, I just think he's off his rocker. It was bound to happen eventually.

Cadence and I did run into Sullivan at one point during our travels. The damn traitor remains as slippery as ever, though one of us did manage to hit him. Followed that blood trail around for a little while before it ended twenty feet straight up the side of a wall and, being that neither of us are Spider-Man, we were unable to continue.

One thing that's nice about having the little freak here with me is that now one of us can sleep while the other stands guard. And by that I of course mean I sleep while he stands guard. No more getting dragged off by angels for this nigga, no sir. My leg still ain't healed up from my little adventure up in the tower. I don't think they're very happy about that. At least I only ran into one of 'em last time; it was a simple matter to just jump the fucker and carve his wings off. Burnt my hands up something fierce, but nevertheless...

Shit... four days in this place... at least that's what the computer says. I don't really trust it though since earlier it said the year was 1902. But hey, the Scott Joplin tunes in the background were loads better than the shit that I normally have to hear. It's difficult to get to sleep when somewhere, somewhen you can hear the sounds of someone being murdered. Possibly by me.

I can't believe I'd be so inconsiderate of myself.

Anyway, I'm hoping we can find the girls if they're still alive and/or make it to the lobby so we can finally get the hell out of this place. I don't really give one shit about the Book anymore, it can stay in this fucking place til the end of time for all I care. Good riddance to the fucking thing.

Stay frosty.

I used to love her, but I had to kill her

Dammit.

I've passed through that same room three more times now. And of course it looks different each time. First there was a trail of blood going through it, which I decided I may as well try to follow, because let's face it, what else am I going to do. That led me into a restroom, where the trail stopped at a fucking drain in the middle of the goddamn room. Wonderful. So I walk out, and I'm not in the hallway that I had just entered through, oh no, I now found myself back up in that half-finished area on the top floor. That annoying ass squawking started up again, so I hauled my ass the hell outta that place before... well most likely I would've just become very irritated, but that'd be all I fucking need right now.

So I go down the stairs, I'm walking down and going up for a little while, finally coming out on the balcony on the ceiling of the lobby. I'm thinkin' hey awesome, maybe I can figure out how to fucking get back down there for real now and I can just go through the front door. But where would we be if it just allowed people to do such things? I wouldn't be still in this place for one thing. So I take the elevator down because looking up at what's supposed to be the floor is making dizzy; the elevator doors open and I'm looking right out on that same fucking room again.

No blood this time, in fact there were a lot of things missing, as it appeared to be under construction. One thing that had been added was a pissed off foreman who accused me of trespassing, and then attempted to forcibly throw me out when I was only trying to make friendly conversation about his mother. Some people. I shot him in the face but he was undeterred and merely spat blood on me. Unsanitary and rude under any circumstances, but moreso when you apparently have acidic alien blood that has burned a hole in my fucking jacket and left me with a nice scar. I fled from the crazy construction worker, being that I don't really have any ways of killing people with corrosive blood, and very nearly fell to my death when I discovered that the door behind me now opened to the outside, somewhere around the 17th floor I think.

Luckily, it seems that the maze decided to cut me some slack for once, having left my pursuer behind somewhere hopefully far away. I ran around for another I-don't-know-how-much-time-but-I'd-reckon-an-hour-or-two, including a nice little stint there where I kept walking through a door and coming out back into the same room. Eventually, as you may guess since I mentioned it already and I'm just skipping over lots of really interesting shit, I came upon the room again. It was quite a wonderful feeling when I was distracted by the same stupid room showing up again and put my foot in Roulette's skull. God, now I've got his fucking brain juices all over my damn shoes. Getting tired of this crap. Getting tired of looking at these fucking bodies.

Oh yeah, the other one I kind of put there myself. That hot chick in the red outfit attacked me and I had to bash her brains out with the railing. It's truly very sad. I told you guys how hot she was, right? 'Tis not a total loss though, I did manage to find some interesting things in her pockets. A cell phone, some rock with that stupid symbol carved into it (the cross, not the other stupid one), a knife, $20, a broken flash drive, some bullets, leather straps, her sexy perfume, and some playing cards. In other words, it was a total loss. Stupid useless crap. I'm going through the numbers in the phone though, bound to find something in there maybe.

Shit, the shadows are moving again. Catch you motherfuckers later.

Keep it frosty.