I said you, You think you own I took away, Made it my own

Apologies.

But the shit has hit the fan.

Indeed.

Shut up. Anyhow, Glorianna, my dear cousin, never did enjoy this sweet gig as much as I did. She kind of hated Iscariot, 'cause y'know <he was the one that got us into this whole thing right? Among some... other things. So I suppose it shouldn't have come3 as too much of a surprise that she tries to get back at the crazy old fart. Is it my fault? Should I have known that she was gonna kill him? Eh, could be. What evs.

So yeah, Archy-boy is dead. And just when I was gonna try and get some answers out of him, too. No, I was, totally. That hgetting drunk -passing out in the middle of town was just an afternoon thing, and then we was gonna ge7t down to business. I can't keep myself on a leash all the time you understand. Umm yes... regardless... Glorianna's dead too. Death's He3ad shot her right afterwards, so yeah. We've not been getting along too well of late. Hazendorf is alright with me (mostly) 'cause we used to be on the same squad a long time ago, but I'm sure shit's going to go down between him and Head 55sometime soon. And as for Doc, well, he stopped back in earlier today, didn't bat an eye at anything that's happened, and then left without seeming to have done anything.

Let's face it, we're crazy here. And it's only getting worse.

Methinks it's past time the Big Boss assigned us to do anything. Anything at all. We obviously shouldn't be left to our own devices for too long, or shit7 like this happens. Dear Lord, I'm actually asking for work. What has become of me?

I- I really don't know what to say here.

Don't need me to say nothin'. I'm perfectly well; that whole breakdown before? Merely the insanity setting in. It most definitely was not shock or anything like that, so keep the fuck out. Monkies. It's monkeys. Fuck me. I apologize for not brightening anyone's blogs up with sexy and enlightening comments recently. There's really no excuse, I'm just drunk and lazy. Stop that. Where once there was so much Ridley that it could not be contained in one awesome blog, but had to be spread all over the blagosphere, it now has become quite clear that u9pypnydifgvh; everything is fine I'm just a busy guy, absolutely nothing going on down here. What I mean to say is 89pasdffhvkubukasdf I have shti to do adn everyone needs to just deal not come aroudn here no more I just can't fucking keep up. I'm a badass motherfucker certainly, but Jegus, there are like a million of you assholes nowadays. Like, I thought there were a lot of you guys way back when I first started on here, but dayamm!!! You're like rabbits, just keep multiplyin'. Someone needs to get out the wooden spoon so that we can neuter the shit out of these kids always fuckin' around these people nowadays. Try coherence. Vastly overrated, I assure you. I prefer a more kill all the peoples of running! ???

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I disgust me. Suck it up. All my peeps, keep the frostiness. Ignore that one.

Had an accident, did we Rids?

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.

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.

Meanwhile, this sexy bitch in this tight bright red leather outfit is trying to kick my ass. And as a gentleman, I just couldn't bring myself to kick hers. And you shoulda seen this bitch's jugs, man, I can't believe they didn't just pop outta her top and smack me in the face. That would've been preferable to the parts of her that were hitting me. Well eventually I figured I couldn't stand for that kinda   shit, so I_∞|]ᴚ `th͉͈̤̰͍̘͇̞a̸̛̤̜̝̕_t∞͖̈́̿̃̓̈́̽̀̚ -+ϡ':d ,... ,54fgh
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