Farewell

I think I'm done with it all. I'm trying to get to that reality. The one I was laughing in. The one where my old friends are still alive, and they don't hate me for ruining their lives. Where I don't hate me for ending them. Where I can forget about killing so many people. About failing to save others. May or may not succeed. Just felt y'all deserved an explanation for why I disappear. Since Lovett's out this is the best time. See y'all later. Well hopefully not, but have good luck despite everything. Kill Artsyom. He's a psychopath obsessed with getting Sanna's love. Don't let Carter do whatever he's doing. Kill kelly before he transcends if you can. Don't kill yourself doing it. Don't die. Bye hopefully.

The Escape

I can actually type now. Slowly, but it's a start. Maybe I'll try shooting later. Anyways. The escape.

They knocked me out while I was in my cell and took me into an armored car sort of situation. It was also made of that fucking material. They talked to me the whole time I was in there. About how I'd agree with them more, since I already understood them. Understanding just meant that they seemed all the more monstrous. But They didn't knock me out when they got to the place. It was a sort of grove in the middle of nowhere. They tried to always have one of there's on me, something to watch me in case I shifted. They did, but my will was stronger. I pulled whichever asshat had me, and whirled him around and strangled him with the chain of the handcuffs. Or I tried to, but then reinforcements came. Another shift with choky. Got the key from his pocket while he recovered. Took off the cuffs and finished what needed to be done. Shifted both of us back to here. Aaaand then a blow to the back of my head. Aaaand number one was gripping both my arms. And he's strong,m both in will and in body.

"You know what Number eight? He was weak. If he can't stand his own against you, then he didn't deserve to be among us. It would have been nice if you hadn't killed him, but you'll be his replacement. Now lets go meet our master." And then he started steering me. Right towards the trees.

Something smallish, cylindrical in nature, and grey rolled out of somewhere never did see where exactly but it was a smoke grenade. The nameless were surprised as all hell. Bullet tore right through number one's shoulder, and I broke loose. Punched him in the jaw to keep him down just in case. One was looking to tackle my savior- Lovett, and take him somewhere. Intercepted the jackass and Lovett finished him while I was getting up. And then I froze. I saw him. The old man. Seeing him made me jump around. The worlds I'd never seen. Fire and flames and death. More death. Me, walking menacingly towards me, smiling that evil smile. Thousands of snakes, faceless people as far as the eye could see of all different ages, facing me. A planetwide library, a world torn apart by war, this one nuclear and not fear based. (Lovett claims the radiation is superficial) A world where Sanna stood atop bodies, another with Kelevera walking towards me, trying to save me. Why the fuck he would want to save me, I have no clue. I saw a couple other things, but they might be risky to share.
One where I was sitting laughing with my friends. Having a picnic. Laughing. Smiling. Jesus. There's a reality where that could have been.
He left. Lovett claims he only saw an old man for a second or so, but it felt like a minute in each reality. He does have power over time I guess.
Lovett cleaned up the last guy and the rest scattered. I passed out, and he took me to where I am now.
I'm gonna go sleep now everybody. Talk to y'all later.

i'm safe. i guess. not really, but moreso than last week

as lovett said, i am no longer held captive by the nameless. it was an interesting fight, to be described when i can actually type instead of punching keys slowly. fuck this sucks. i'm with lovett at present, not all too sure where, and not at liberty to mention even if i was. i feel sick. and not just because i was badly beaten, though if i had to guess, i'd guess that isn't helping. the old man came, however briefly. i saw him. he saw me. and then i saw everything. death and fire and life and ice and darkness and light. fear and hope and god i can't make the images stop. whenever i blink i see something. children laughing turning into husks screaming for an end. me, laughing with my friends. spending time with my now ex. seeing them all turn to ash as i return to this reality. it won't stop oh god why can't i make it stop. i'm gonna go. try to find myself. survive intact hopefully.

The Time has Come

The Timeless will come in almost exactly a day. Linux's time to become number eight has come. He gets a farewell as a sort of going away present.


"Hey everyone. I uh. I dunno if I'll be back. . . ever. Kill me on sight if you see me and don't know that I'm safe. Preferably before I see you. Keith, I'm sorry for dragging you into everything. I guess I just needed someone to pull me away from memories that needed to be forgotten. Sanna, best of luck in reconciliation, survival in general too. Carter, I swear to god, whatever you're doing, don't do it. Nothing is whatever it is. Even if you don't  become that thing, you'll still lose yourself. Happiness, trust in self, whatever. You won't be who you are now, and the runners need someone like you. Sam, Doc, and co. I'd much appreciate it if you let Keith join you guys. Lone runners tend not to last. Lovett. Thanks for trying. I'm gone at 3 PM tomorrow though. These guys are kinda stupid, leaving me alone. We leave around noon. drive towards the local creepy place, and then walk the last hour or so. I don't know where to exactly. Best estimate. Don't underestimate them. And if you don't think you can kill them, just leave it for later. Don't kill yourself.
Thanks everyone."

please

hi everyone. this is dictated by Li- number eight. dear god. we're all monsters. or we all can be. does that mean we are? am I the other linux? is carter the ender of life? Sanna a psychopath that puts her father and kelevera to shame? i. . . i don't know anymore. the other linux was an asshat. knew very little. they killed him.
trust nobody. we all might become something evil. well. less good anyways. more psycho. more eager to kill. family, friends it doesn't matter. we are monsters. pleases save me. and then let me figure things out.

Good Evening Everyone

Well. As you all know, Linux is a bit indisposed of. We had to break his fingers after that little mishap. Make sure he didn't post again. Not without us watching him.
We are the nameless, as he will be at somepoint, either as one of us, or as a corpse. Our master is what he came to call the old man. Not really his name, he is the timeless. beyond time itself. He was just starting to figure that out. Bit dense really, thinking that there weren't any more of us. Either that or hopelessly optimistic. He'll be cured of that. Kept away from all of you nasty little pieces of hope and fluff.
Bye Bye for now. Keep the world a cleaner place by offing as many people as you can.
-The First

*EMERGENCY POST*

Well. I hope this never goes out. Cause if it does I'm not in a particularly good position. I rigged up an app on my phone to post this if I entered a particular passcode three times. Not something that takes too long, but also not something that I'll do on accident. It's also supposed to post the name of any nearby cities. Based on a list I update whenever I move, of course. Hopefully that'll be at the bottom of the post. If it ever gets posted. First, whatever I typed in the brief time allotted.


"Went to check up on home, Followed from Europe. Fucking hell. Not good. Head Hurts. Bad. Jackass snuck up on my. Bshed my head. Woke up in smallish room proofed against any moving. Pathing or shfting. 3 men. No faces seen. Think location will be useless. I don't know how far they moved me. or if I'm still moving. Torturing me. Can't move left foot anymore. Can't scream anymore. Voice is shot. Headache from lack of sleep and hydration. Don't think they want me dead. yet. Carter, take care of keith if I don't come back from this. Sanna, patch things up with your pop. Dying without things being good sucks. trust me, I'm doing it right now. Linux- out"

Second, a few things I found in the other world. I'm not entirely sure that it's another world anymore. I think that it might be a road down the future. One of them. I fear the past and the present. Makes sense. Always found solace in the future. The chances. The choices. The chaos of life. I found evidence that I'd been there before. But a different me. One from a little further down the line. Fucked up as all hell. Only recently found that out. He gave in to the old man. Not trusting him was smart. He was a full servant. Very good at what he does though. Takes people that are inconvenient to a point that doesn't matter. Fucker almost convinced me that his way was the right way. No more trusting myself from any other time.
That means that the world might end. I don't even know how far down the line that is. A year? Twenty? Five hundred? Anyone's guess. Prepare yourself for a world war run by fear.
Goodbye everyone. Hopefully this is a false alarm. But we all die sometime.

Location: San Diego California. United States. North America.