Temprarily Golden

Alright. Well. None of Carter's men have started shifting. So that's actually really good. We've been in our own private transportation to where we think another base is. Not gonna say where, but we're getting closish. I'
So. The thing four days ago. Tall, Dark and not-so Handsome and I conjoined two realities. It was brief. And I'm pretty sure it was in a fairly small area. It was also terrifying. I can overlay things. But this was different. I actually saw two different versions of it, overlaying on each other. I also saw the other one. The one that doesn't exist here yet. Watching me, flipping Slender off, and laughing, looking somewhat triumphant. Really can't be good. No matter how I look at it. Pretty sure that I wound up being used to bring him into this world. Keep an eye out. S-man attacked me personally (While I was away from the crew) on two other occasions, fairly close together, but left very quickly after I opened up portals. I think it doesn't want to give my guy any more hold on this world. Haven't seen either since. Haven't left this world since.
If you see anyone that isn't a proxy "blink" out of existence, make sure they don't touch you. Carter and his teams have orders to shoot me if I start doing anything that me, or they deem to be excessively harmful to humanity.
"Lockbox" was cleared yesterday. We ran into Rob. He left the other group when he heard I was in Greece. Had some sort of falling out with Mike over a girl again. The fucker in the box killed him. Marcus and another guy restrained me in a special made containment chamber to keep me from doing something I'd regret. Called up Mike today. He swore me out and hung up. Don't think I can show myself around back there without watching for Runners aiming guns at me. Did too much shit to them. Feeling a bit destructive at the moment. Maybe I isolate myself before I hurt too many people.

Situation Update

Alright. Well, you all know I'm hunting an organization that hunts proxies. Experiment on them, trade them, kill them. Bottom line, they're monsters that do horrible things to us. They skedadled out of Canada when I started visiting Carter, and they're now somewhere in Europe, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting pretty close to them. We're currently going through Greece, and I suspect that their current hideaway is on one of the islands or archipelagos that litter this country. Me, Marcus, Keith, and sometimes other members of Raven are putting together a general attack plan. Keith has been armed with a fairly good rifle, he has sniper/watch duty. Marcus leads his team, and stays relatively close to me. I don't really need all that much immediate support, as I can shift at the first suspicions of things going wrong, but I do need them for other purposes, and for making sure I don't get blindsided.
Oh, Yeah, this is edited in 10/25/13 at about 7:40.
In case you didn't see the comments in Carter's posts, Lovett saved Sanna's bacon. Not so sure whether she's still her though. She is at risk from about three fears converting her, one of which is the one that hasn't made itself known in this reality. That's the other thing. I found documents talking about a fear that isn't connected to anything I've heard of here. The closest thing is the Mother, and it's a bit of a stretch. Being who I am, I'm gonna assume that telling anyone anything about it would make it more powerful. I have, of course, left recorded messages detailing it in a box that should open should I die. I've also told Carter to start watching for certain signs in me, and to quarantine, and possibly end me, should I show them.
The hunt's going well. We found, and assaulted the first base. I've quarantined a few of the enemy men for us to question later. There were a few class two's with enhanced reflexes and mild regeneration, but they were quickly removed from the situation. One is currently in a lockbox made of the alloy. Some asshole decided to call Tall Dark and Tentacley on us. It was interesting. I couldn't pull him with me when I shifted, but the portals acted as barriers. He still got me, mind you. I have a killer headache at the moment, and Marcus bound my arm to make sure I don't hurt it anymore. One of the portals shattered, and for a moment, the two worlds were one. It was terrifying, and I'm having people that didn't see keep a firm eye on everyone who did. I'm gonna lose it if I fucked up anyone else's life.
Linux Out for now.

Hunting

Getting dropped off at a location of my choice in two days. I've been in communication with my compatriots in Canada for the last three. The group I'm hunting wound up turning tail, somewhere in Europe now. They know how to make things tougher for me to be certain. I'm quite happy that parts of my new team can speak several languages besides French and English. We spent a minimal amount of time in the Saharan facility. I was a bit uneasy, the snake tends to make her home in that desert. Saw a lot more of her than I have been lately. Told me not to shift for some reason. Ominous, but isn't gonna stop me. Found some information on her specifically in that facility. Turns out she was running most of Africa by the time of WW3.Found some other things I won't disclose.
Oh and Sanna's been Taken. I almost want to take time off to kill Maddie and the fucker that bought her. Maybe leave Maddie in the other reality for a nice few weeks, let her starve slowly. Can't though. As soon as I pop up on the radar I'll have hell on my ass.
Med, I was wondering if you could check out the samples Carter has of me. The scans, blood, scrapings, whatever else he took, and see what the fuck is different. Carter's team hasn't yet, and you might be able to work faster, being the mad scientist you are.

New Friends.

So, I'm with Linux. On some sort of flying craft thing. It's pretty cool you know. Linux has been doing his deal wherever we go, looked kinda shaken up the first time. He's talked with other people, but I've been talking significantly more. Marcus reminds me of one of my old friends, we've had a number of laughs, and I've been talking with one of his subordinates extensively, name of Franklin. Linux says that he's leaving soon. Gave me the option of staying if I wanted to. Don't think I'll take that choice. Linux needs me to anchor him. And besides, we'll be seeing these guys as soon as Linux takes down the guys hunting the runners.

New Place, New People.

I can't really say much about names, locations, or operations (Not that I know much about any of those anyways.), but I'm with Cartright and Carter at the moment. Aside from the fact that I have a tail on me wherever I go, everyone seems really nice and cool. Even the guys tailing me are always up for a chat. Mind you, I understand why they're tailing me, I'm both an unknown and a potential servant. I get it, paranoia serves us and all. Serves them but protects us. It's ironic, really, they're damn good at keeping and increasing their power.
I've checked out most of the facility in the other world. Found some things that implied it served a purpose quite similar, except that the countries were weaponized by the fears, basically started a horrible combination of WW3 and Cold War part 2. Couldn't trust your own country, not your neighbors, hell, not even your own damn family. Factions tore each other apart, no records as of yet to the countries that comprised each. Eventually the faction that was run by Proxies wound up weaponizing azoth, pretty much killed the world. This facility was remarkably well preserved, makes it easy to find stuff. Lots of blood though. Don't know what happened. Wouldn't be permitted to say even if I did. Found some information about this facility and some of the other things that happened, but saying them would put people at risk. Only telling you guys what won't hurt me or others. Sorry bout that. I'll tell you if and when the situation changes.

First week outta the states.

Been in Ontario the past few days, searching for some sort of facility or headquarters. Odd that the squads haven't upped the heat. I expected them to be waiting for me. Might just be that fucking brokenpisswad doesn't want anything bad going down in his city. Still, being paranoid is the safe thing to do. Thinking bout finding someone that can help me find the info I need. Much harder to find people that have money when you have fewer connections. On a personal note, my scaly friends been chatting me up more and more often. Trying to talk to Keith to make sure she doesn't get her claws in me. I've heard about what she does to people that she talks to. I'll try to update sometime next week. Keith has orders to post if I die.