Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Business as Usual.
Well. Linux has showed no intention of leaving his room. I think he's sorta going through a mental breakdown after what he did to the proxies. We told him he did what was necessary, but I think he just needs some time to get it out of his system. Me, Rob, and Mike have started doing recon on the city we're in. Pardon me, hub. We alternate in teams of two, leaving the other guy to watch Linux just in case he comes out. It's pretty cool, this city. I grew up kinda rural, so this place is just huge. Awe inspiring, ya know? There's a deli right near our place, and a grocery store in a plaza a couple blocks down. We've seen some gang signs here and there, but judging from Linux's comment to Daniel, it's probably best that we stay away. He might try to be a badass and kill and/ or get them arrested out of spite. We've seen a couple of the signs, it's signs that is, so we know there's either proxy activity or runners around here. Or, at least there has been in the last few months. I'm heading back out soon, I'll tell you guys if anything happens.
Monday, July 29, 2013
A little light reading.
Before anything else, we're at our new setting. There's a beach, and a nice, big forest. Bit worried with the size of it. Worried we won't be able to trek it in time to minimize risk. If and when we do, it'll be in teams of two, of course.
It's a hub, so there should be plenty of Proxy activity, hiding somewhere anyways. Haven't seen any yet.
For now, for today and tomorrow, I'm doing nothing but reading my precious fantasy and sci-fi. I need to relax a bit. I'm telling the other guys to relax too.
Now for my report on Proxy psych evals 1-9
Primary Cluster. Captured during my rescue of Keith.
Proxy 01:
Name Given: Johnathan Longrider
Age: Estimated Mid 20's
High School Graduate: Yes, though took summerschool to meet requirements.
College: No, claims to have gone straight into working at the warehouse we found him at.
Personality: Comes across as gruff. Would be defined as choleric in tempermant. Seems to want leadership position, but was never "good" enough for it. Resented leader of the group. Seems almost happy that I killed her.
Psychoses: Deluded into believing himself superior to everything but "father" Assumed to be talking about our final target. Mildly paranoid, doesn't trust the other members of his group. Believes they were all out to keep him from being in charge. Study of his body reveals injuries that neither I nor Keith dealt him, mostly bruising, though a few abrasions from being shoved against a wall. Wrist shows indications of being restrained, though I suspect that was from Keith's restraints. (Edit: When asked, the other members admit to using zipties to restrain him when he gets too wild.) Either he was beat by his group, or he lost a fight for what he saw as the alpha-position.
Childhood: Father abandoned family at age 13. Resented him for it. Mother died at age 15, causes unknown. Foster care was hell for him. Very few friends, most of which left him after he had no parents.
Pathing: No indication he has the ability. Left alone in a room unrestrained for 30 minutes with the threat of further interrogation. Stayed in the room.
End Notes: I assume his lack of trust stems from childhood. His calling the target "father" Could result from abandonment issues, though I doubt that all the Proxies that refer to it as "father" have abandonment issues. The probability is simply too low. Ask online later.
Proxy 02:
Name Given: Tyler
Age Estimate: Estimated Late Teens.
High School: Graduated
College: Accepted. Didn't start yet.
Personality: Weak, somewhat submissive. Would classify as Phlegmatic. Seemed to have fawned over the leader. Swore me out for killing "Jessica." It was the only noted hostility. Was very willing to divulge what little information he had.
Psychoses: Minor inferiority complex. Believed anyone and everyone was better than him altogether. Had even more mild superiority complex regarding intellect. Regards Proxy 01 with little respect, despite holding the rest of the cluster with high regard.
Childhood: Scars and high regard for intellect indicates beatings for poor grades. Evasive when probed for information. Seems to think he deserved it, but dislikes both parents regardless. Had many "friends." I would define none as "true friends." Standard teen behavior holding popularity above most things. No girlfriend. Seemed to want to make sure that got recorded for some reason.
Pathing: No indication of Pathing capabilities.
End Notes: I freed him from his restraints around day two. He showed little to no interest in hurting me. I suspect his swing at my head was due to little more than emotional rage at "Jessica" being dead and looking for a way to belong. Childhood abuse could possible be a reason for calling it "father"
Proxy 03:
Name Given: Refuses to give a name. Other Proxies refer to him as Shade.
Age Estimate: Based on Educational career; 19-21
High School: Graduated
College: Two Years.
Personality: Acts mysterious. Revealed information when probed. Would classify as somewhere between Melancholic and Phlegmatic. He seems to want to separate himself from others by being vague and mysterious, yet thrives on the attention it gets him. He is a follower, and doesn't seem to know exactly what he wants in life.
Psychoses: Superiority complex. Plain and simple.
Childhood: Some bull about a dark past. I suspect nothing was wrong with his childhood ignoring mild neglect.
Pathing: Claims to have the ability, but showed no aptitude, even after extensive torture.
End Notes: It would be a stretch to connect his neglect to using the term "father", but who knows. Would call a hipster.
Proxy 04:
Name Given: Deceased before I could interrogate. Proxy 02 Called her Jessica
Age Estimate: 21-23
High School: Other Proxies followed in a manner that would suggest she had finished High School.
College: I suspect she went onto college by the way she dressed, and the fact that Proxy 02 mentioned meeting her in a college library.
Personality: Unknown. Assumed leader type. Probably likable, seeing as most of the cluster followed willingly.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Childhood: Unknown.
Pathing: Unknown.
End Notes: Wish she had survived. Interrogating the leader of a cluster would have been useful. Would have had an unique perspective on cluster dynamics.
Secondary Cluster. Found, Shot, and Captured by Keith.
(Note: Worked with Primary Cluster. Proxy 05 served as a secondary leader. Ultimately subservient to Proxy 04.)
Proxy 05:
Name Given: Rebecca Juillana
Age Given: 25 Birthday June 13
High School: Graduate
College: Graduate
Post Grad: Was working on a law degree.
Personality: Rather Charming. Caught myself tempted to release her a few times. Almost took a headbutt once. Very dangerous. Keith may have been in trouble if he met her before his mission. Leader type personality. Everyone in the secondary cluster looked up to her. Asked me questions back, seemed to be poking and prodding at my beliefs. May have thought I could be turned if pushed hard enough.
Psychoses: None that I can discern, aside from typical Proxiness.
Childhood: Popular throughout school. Performed in Drama, choir, and band. Claims she was rather bad in band. Decent scholastically. Had a total of three AP classes, all of which were history or law based.
Pathing: Said she is unable to Path.
End Notes: She new I was going to kill them all. She attempted to make me question my morality. I was already somewhat shaken from the primary cluster, and I think she picked up on that. Going to have to be more careful showing weakness to proxies. I see no psychological reason for her to have been a Proxy. (Note: She drained somewhat less Azoth than the rest of the cluster.)
Proxy 06:
Name Given: Tylor
Age Estimate: Late Teens
High School:Graduate
College: Would have been going into first year.
Personality: Melancholic/Sanguine. Was friends with Proxy 02. Took the leadership role in that friendship, willing to not be leadership in the cluster. Keith says he was very good at fighting. I suspect he beat up bullies before he turned. Seemed friendly. Somewhat Jockish. Light. Maybe Lacrosse or wrestling. Not a football or hockey build. (Confirmed Lacrosse player)
Psychoses: None noticeable. Seemed a bit ginger to criticisms.
Childhood: Friends with Proxy 02. Went the athletic route while his friend took the academic. Claims that his father was an alumni and wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. I suspect his father was overly critical of him. I also suspect he wound up threatening Proxy 02's father after finding out that Proxy 02 was whipped with a belt. Very passionate about protecting Proxy 02.
Pathing: No
End Note: Possible verbal abuse from father connects to "father" term. Flew into a rage when he found out that I was planning to kill all of them. Told me I could kill him, but that I should let Proxy 02 go.
Proxy 07:
Name Given: Lizzy
Age Given: 17
High School: Dropout
Personality: Terrifying. Would define as Choleric. Friendly some of the time, but flies into a rage at the slightest provocation.
Psychoses: Berzerk, Possible Schizophrenic.
Childhood: Grew up on the streets. Possibly raped. Flinched when I approached to touch her arm. Definitely beaten. Dropped out of high-school because of poor grades.
Pathing: Thank god no.
End Notes: Bat-shit insane. Tried to bite my nose off at one point. Had to add further restraints. Had greater amount of Azoth than others in the cluster. I suspect Med or Annalee would find that it was concentrated in such a way that would indicate insanity. I, however, do not do dissections, nor do I know neurological surgery stuff.
Proxy 08:
Name Given: Jordan Reyna
Age Given: 22
High School: Graduate
College: Dropped out Freshman year and went to community college.
Personality: Party girl. Definitely Sanguine. Asked several times for alcohol. Flirted with me, a lot. Seemed kind of stand offish from the rest of the cluster. Treated it like a job. Said she moved when asked. I suspect her old cluster was more "fun."
Childhood: Relaxed. Parents drunk a lot, but loved her the same. Wound up getting drunk for the first time at age 15. Had sex at 16. Very graphic in description.
Psychoses: None determinable. Might be somewhat insecure.
Pathing: No.
End Notes: I suspect she was trying to get some minor victory by making me feel uncomfortable. Drained somewhat less Azoth than others in the cluster.
Proxy 09:
Name Given: Ouroboros
Age Estimate: No clue
High School: Speaks like a graduate
College: Said he remembers a frat. I suspect he graduated.
Personality: Nothing like Proxy 03. Actually is mysterious, and seemed to be there from another cluster. Nobody else knew him, at all. They had never seen him.
Childhood: unknown.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Pathing. No.
End Notes: Probably shouldn't have killed him. He knew more about me than he should have, and he had no connection to the cluster. I suspect he was there to keep tabs on me. He had a symbol tattooed onto his back made out of dead Azoth, it was, fittingly enough, a snake eating it's own tail.
End of Report.
Yeah. So I mentioned Azoth amount. I drained them all and then cremated them. Proxy 04 was problematic. The Azoth had been dead before I tried draining it, and I didn't know how to liquify it, turns out there had been a little left when I went to cremate her. She exploded a little bit and I felt terrible. I had meant to spread their ashes over the town, give them a human death, you know? The explosion blew it all out into the crematorium. (Note. They did give me weird looks, but money was money for the guy running the place.) Needless to say, we left about then.
Anyone have any good books to recommend? I'm feeling humorish right now.
It's a hub, so there should be plenty of Proxy activity, hiding somewhere anyways. Haven't seen any yet.
For now, for today and tomorrow, I'm doing nothing but reading my precious fantasy and sci-fi. I need to relax a bit. I'm telling the other guys to relax too.
Now for my report on Proxy psych evals 1-9
Primary Cluster. Captured during my rescue of Keith.
Proxy 01:
Name Given: Johnathan Longrider
Age: Estimated Mid 20's
High School Graduate: Yes, though took summerschool to meet requirements.
College: No, claims to have gone straight into working at the warehouse we found him at.
Personality: Comes across as gruff. Would be defined as choleric in tempermant. Seems to want leadership position, but was never "good" enough for it. Resented leader of the group. Seems almost happy that I killed her.
Psychoses: Deluded into believing himself superior to everything but "father" Assumed to be talking about our final target. Mildly paranoid, doesn't trust the other members of his group. Believes they were all out to keep him from being in charge. Study of his body reveals injuries that neither I nor Keith dealt him, mostly bruising, though a few abrasions from being shoved against a wall. Wrist shows indications of being restrained, though I suspect that was from Keith's restraints. (Edit: When asked, the other members admit to using zipties to restrain him when he gets too wild.) Either he was beat by his group, or he lost a fight for what he saw as the alpha-position.
Childhood: Father abandoned family at age 13. Resented him for it. Mother died at age 15, causes unknown. Foster care was hell for him. Very few friends, most of which left him after he had no parents.
Pathing: No indication he has the ability. Left alone in a room unrestrained for 30 minutes with the threat of further interrogation. Stayed in the room.
End Notes: I assume his lack of trust stems from childhood. His calling the target "father" Could result from abandonment issues, though I doubt that all the Proxies that refer to it as "father" have abandonment issues. The probability is simply too low. Ask online later.
Proxy 02:
Name Given: Tyler
Age Estimate: Estimated Late Teens.
High School: Graduated
College: Accepted. Didn't start yet.
Personality: Weak, somewhat submissive. Would classify as Phlegmatic. Seemed to have fawned over the leader. Swore me out for killing "Jessica." It was the only noted hostility. Was very willing to divulge what little information he had.
Psychoses: Minor inferiority complex. Believed anyone and everyone was better than him altogether. Had even more mild superiority complex regarding intellect. Regards Proxy 01 with little respect, despite holding the rest of the cluster with high regard.
Childhood: Scars and high regard for intellect indicates beatings for poor grades. Evasive when probed for information. Seems to think he deserved it, but dislikes both parents regardless. Had many "friends." I would define none as "true friends." Standard teen behavior holding popularity above most things. No girlfriend. Seemed to want to make sure that got recorded for some reason.
Pathing: No indication of Pathing capabilities.
End Notes: I freed him from his restraints around day two. He showed little to no interest in hurting me. I suspect his swing at my head was due to little more than emotional rage at "Jessica" being dead and looking for a way to belong. Childhood abuse could possible be a reason for calling it "father"
Proxy 03:
Name Given: Refuses to give a name. Other Proxies refer to him as Shade.
Age Estimate: Based on Educational career; 19-21
High School: Graduated
College: Two Years.
Personality: Acts mysterious. Revealed information when probed. Would classify as somewhere between Melancholic and Phlegmatic. He seems to want to separate himself from others by being vague and mysterious, yet thrives on the attention it gets him. He is a follower, and doesn't seem to know exactly what he wants in life.
Psychoses: Superiority complex. Plain and simple.
Childhood: Some bull about a dark past. I suspect nothing was wrong with his childhood ignoring mild neglect.
Pathing: Claims to have the ability, but showed no aptitude, even after extensive torture.
End Notes: It would be a stretch to connect his neglect to using the term "father", but who knows. Would call a hipster.
Proxy 04:
Name Given: Deceased before I could interrogate. Proxy 02 Called her Jessica
Age Estimate: 21-23
High School: Other Proxies followed in a manner that would suggest she had finished High School.
College: I suspect she went onto college by the way she dressed, and the fact that Proxy 02 mentioned meeting her in a college library.
Personality: Unknown. Assumed leader type. Probably likable, seeing as most of the cluster followed willingly.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Childhood: Unknown.
Pathing: Unknown.
End Notes: Wish she had survived. Interrogating the leader of a cluster would have been useful. Would have had an unique perspective on cluster dynamics.
Secondary Cluster. Found, Shot, and Captured by Keith.
(Note: Worked with Primary Cluster. Proxy 05 served as a secondary leader. Ultimately subservient to Proxy 04.)
Proxy 05:
Name Given: Rebecca Juillana
Age Given: 25 Birthday June 13
High School: Graduate
College: Graduate
Post Grad: Was working on a law degree.
Personality: Rather Charming. Caught myself tempted to release her a few times. Almost took a headbutt once. Very dangerous. Keith may have been in trouble if he met her before his mission. Leader type personality. Everyone in the secondary cluster looked up to her. Asked me questions back, seemed to be poking and prodding at my beliefs. May have thought I could be turned if pushed hard enough.
Psychoses: None that I can discern, aside from typical Proxiness.
Childhood: Popular throughout school. Performed in Drama, choir, and band. Claims she was rather bad in band. Decent scholastically. Had a total of three AP classes, all of which were history or law based.
Pathing: Said she is unable to Path.
End Notes: She new I was going to kill them all. She attempted to make me question my morality. I was already somewhat shaken from the primary cluster, and I think she picked up on that. Going to have to be more careful showing weakness to proxies. I see no psychological reason for her to have been a Proxy. (Note: She drained somewhat less Azoth than the rest of the cluster.)
Proxy 06:
Name Given: Tylor
Age Estimate: Late Teens
High School:Graduate
College: Would have been going into first year.
Personality: Melancholic/Sanguine. Was friends with Proxy 02. Took the leadership role in that friendship, willing to not be leadership in the cluster. Keith says he was very good at fighting. I suspect he beat up bullies before he turned. Seemed friendly. Somewhat Jockish. Light. Maybe Lacrosse or wrestling. Not a football or hockey build. (Confirmed Lacrosse player)
Psychoses: None noticeable. Seemed a bit ginger to criticisms.
Childhood: Friends with Proxy 02. Went the athletic route while his friend took the academic. Claims that his father was an alumni and wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. I suspect his father was overly critical of him. I also suspect he wound up threatening Proxy 02's father after finding out that Proxy 02 was whipped with a belt. Very passionate about protecting Proxy 02.
Pathing: No
End Note: Possible verbal abuse from father connects to "father" term. Flew into a rage when he found out that I was planning to kill all of them. Told me I could kill him, but that I should let Proxy 02 go.
Proxy 07:
Name Given: Lizzy
Age Given: 17
High School: Dropout
Personality: Terrifying. Would define as Choleric. Friendly some of the time, but flies into a rage at the slightest provocation.
Psychoses: Berzerk, Possible Schizophrenic.
Childhood: Grew up on the streets. Possibly raped. Flinched when I approached to touch her arm. Definitely beaten. Dropped out of high-school because of poor grades.
Pathing: Thank god no.
End Notes: Bat-shit insane. Tried to bite my nose off at one point. Had to add further restraints. Had greater amount of Azoth than others in the cluster. I suspect Med or Annalee would find that it was concentrated in such a way that would indicate insanity. I, however, do not do dissections, nor do I know neurological surgery stuff.
Proxy 08:
Name Given: Jordan Reyna
Age Given: 22
High School: Graduate
College: Dropped out Freshman year and went to community college.
Personality: Party girl. Definitely Sanguine. Asked several times for alcohol. Flirted with me, a lot. Seemed kind of stand offish from the rest of the cluster. Treated it like a job. Said she moved when asked. I suspect her old cluster was more "fun."
Childhood: Relaxed. Parents drunk a lot, but loved her the same. Wound up getting drunk for the first time at age 15. Had sex at 16. Very graphic in description.
Psychoses: None determinable. Might be somewhat insecure.
Pathing: No.
End Notes: I suspect she was trying to get some minor victory by making me feel uncomfortable. Drained somewhat less Azoth than others in the cluster.
Proxy 09:
Name Given: Ouroboros
Age Estimate: No clue
High School: Speaks like a graduate
College: Said he remembers a frat. I suspect he graduated.
Personality: Nothing like Proxy 03. Actually is mysterious, and seemed to be there from another cluster. Nobody else knew him, at all. They had never seen him.
Childhood: unknown.
Psychoses: Unknown.
Pathing. No.
End Notes: Probably shouldn't have killed him. He knew more about me than he should have, and he had no connection to the cluster. I suspect he was there to keep tabs on me. He had a symbol tattooed onto his back made out of dead Azoth, it was, fittingly enough, a snake eating it's own tail.
End of Report.
Yeah. So I mentioned Azoth amount. I drained them all and then cremated them. Proxy 04 was problematic. The Azoth had been dead before I tried draining it, and I didn't know how to liquify it, turns out there had been a little left when I went to cremate her. She exploded a little bit and I felt terrible. I had meant to spread their ashes over the town, give them a human death, you know? The explosion blew it all out into the crematorium. (Note. They did give me weird looks, but money was money for the guy running the place.) Needless to say, we left about then.
Anyone have any good books to recommend? I'm feeling humorish right now.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
On the road again
We're moving again later today. Just need to take care of the Proxies. Keith, Rob, and Mike are staying home, packing up, carefully, and Keith is going to start giving the other two firearms training. God knows they'll need it. Carter warned me to beware of large numbers of proxies, but we're kinda looking for them. I want to see if they have any secrets. I want to see why the azoth affects them as it does, but not us. I think it might have something to do with the mind. I mean, clearly it affects our heads. When Med goes apeshit, she reported that the headache went away. He could still hurt her body, but she no longer really sensed it's presence. Keith reports sensing it differently than I do, and then there was the whole theory where we created him with our minds. While I don't think we created it, I definitely think we might have allowed it into our reality. Maybe. So while you guys look for hard science and/or ancient societal/magic ways to kill it, I'll look for mental ways, ways to find where it comes from, ways to get there, and pray that it's more vulnerable there than it is here.
-Linux
By the way. I'm also probably gonna have everyone make their own account. It's a mild annoyance having to retype my name at the end of every post.
-Linux
By the way. I'm also probably gonna have everyone make their own account. It's a mild annoyance having to retype my name at the end of every post.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Hi there.
Hey, my name's Mike, and this cool guy to my left is Rob. We uhh, we were "rescued" by Keith. We totally could have escaped on our own. Rob here, he's an engineer. He's been learning programming on the side. Me? I was studying to become a medical doctor. Things changed at about 24 for us. We've been friends forever, and we both wound up going to the same college, and Rob decided to take forever on deciding on a major. Here's the story of how we became the hunted.
*Harp flashback music*
"Hey, Rob, you see that new youtube series yet? It's pretty big."
"Uhhh, which one Mike? Youtube's kinda sorta huge."
"You hear about (Name redacted because Linux said we shouldn't write it. Dude's a hardass.)? It's huge! And terrifying! And Horror movies just haven't gotten me lately. I spent my whole weekend watching some of the videos with Jenna." (Note, we watched Marblehornets first, since it was the first thing we saw, and then Everyman.)
"I think so, that was that creepypasta thing right?"(Rob lives off of the energy of forums. He thrives on flame wars.)
"Yeah.We should watch all of them. Right now. Finals were last week. This is the best time."
*Harp music closing Flashback.*
Yeah. You all know how well learning goes in regards to it. I started seeing it first. Then my girlfriend, and then Rob. We thought it was some prank, it was when it was still funny to dress up in a white skin suit, a tux, and scare the shit out of people. We decided to go out hiking since I like to (The dude's like a mountain goat -R), and Rob needed some fresh air. Needless to say, it went well, all things considered. Nobody died, and Jenna just got a bonk on the head when she tripped.
Well, things got worse, Jenna proxied. Slowly. At first, I thought she was just going through a bad poetry phase, I mean, I didn't know a single guy at college that hadn't at one point or another (Rob's was especially bad (Not as bad as Mike's. Those were bad times. Bad bad times . . . -R)). But eventually, she turned sorta cruel.It was kinda nice in bed It was horrible, she berated me all the time, mocked my friends, and always wanted to go out to the woods. And not in the good way. She hit me over the head with a branch one day while we were out. I woke up tied up, being watched by her and a couple other proxies. She asked me how I felt about "father." By then, I had read up enough to have some understanding of what happened to her. I said it was awesome, that I loved it. (They bought it, I assume they weren't in constant contact with it.) They released me, and I ran. I talked to Rob, and since we were pretty much done with that university, if we were continuing with learning, it would have been at a post-grad program, we ran. We made it a year and a half before Keith and Linux found us. The locals caught us with out fingers in their pie, and decided that we should be brought before the tribunal for our fate to be decided. We saw Keith in the warehouse, but we were moved to another location about an hour after he arrived. We were happy as hell when he saved us. The locals destroyed my laptop. Linux says he'll probably get all of us some new ones at the next hub city.
Michaelis Ramanavadore (Because if I'm not going to use my name, then why the fuck can't it be awesome.) Signing out.
Rob, signing in. Just to add, she was really bitchy. I don't think Mike saw the real extent. She lost all of her friends within days of hitting her head. And she was kinda popular in the nice girl way. I was friends with her, and Mike is my only other real friend. I talk to other pepes, but nobody else has really gotten close to me. I would kill to protect him. I mean that.
-R
*Harp flashback music*
"Hey, Rob, you see that new youtube series yet? It's pretty big."
"Uhhh, which one Mike? Youtube's kinda sorta huge."
"You hear about (Name redacted because Linux said we shouldn't write it. Dude's a hardass.)? It's huge! And terrifying! And Horror movies just haven't gotten me lately. I spent my whole weekend watching some of the videos with Jenna." (Note, we watched Marblehornets first, since it was the first thing we saw, and then Everyman.)
"I think so, that was that creepypasta thing right?"(Rob lives off of the energy of forums. He thrives on flame wars.)
"Yeah.We should watch all of them. Right now. Finals were last week. This is the best time."
*Harp music closing Flashback.*
Yeah. You all know how well learning goes in regards to it. I started seeing it first. Then my girlfriend, and then Rob. We thought it was some prank, it was when it was still funny to dress up in a white skin suit, a tux, and scare the shit out of people. We decided to go out hiking since I like to (The dude's like a mountain goat -R), and Rob needed some fresh air. Needless to say, it went well, all things considered. Nobody died, and Jenna just got a bonk on the head when she tripped.
Well, things got worse, Jenna proxied. Slowly. At first, I thought she was just going through a bad poetry phase, I mean, I didn't know a single guy at college that hadn't at one point or another (Rob's was especially bad (Not as bad as Mike's. Those were bad times. Bad bad times . . . -R)). But eventually, she turned sorta cruel.
Michaelis Ramanavadore (Because if I'm not going to use my name, then why the fuck can't it be awesome.) Signing out.
Rob, signing in. Just to add, she was really bitchy. I don't think Mike saw the real extent. She lost all of her friends within days of hitting her head. And she was kinda popular in the nice girl way. I was friends with her, and Mike is my only other real friend. I talk to other pepes, but nobody else has really gotten close to me. I would kill to protect him. I mean that.
-R
Monday, July 22, 2013
Mission Report 01
Alright. So, I had fun. Except, we all know that's complete and utter bullshite. I got to storm a proxy hideout. By myself. Now, granted there were two prisoners that were all too willing to help me bust up their asses once I freed them, but, you know, prisoners that were previously beat to kingdom come don't usually make such good fighters. I'll give them this. They had spunk. Now, I had a bit of an advantage, I was raised on guns. My dad is what lots of people would call a gun nut. I was firing BB's as soon as I could hold a rifle. Shooting a .22 once The recoil didn't knock me back (A .22's recoil is fucking pathetic by the by. So that was what, five?) As I grew, so did the arsenal. I could outshoot most of my pop's buds by the time I was Linux's age. Right now, I outshoot the old man himself, or least I did last time I saw him. Linux was surprised when he armed me and I shot straighter than him.
I shot most of the proxies in the leg or in the arms. Kinda hard to fight with a bullet wound in you. Linux says this place was a good place to stop. He's taken to researching them psychologically. Larger numbers means more research. Oh, and I only had five or so, but in an un-traversed building in the middle of some dark woods, That's plenty, even with an advantage. Our total count on prisoners is now eight. Woulda been nine, but . . . well, you know.
I was stupid, by the way. Made nice with the runners while we were still in the building, it was sorta like an office building, 'cept shorter and darker. Walked out with Mike and Rob (Their names for this blog, Linux says we don't use real ones, too dangerous. And that the person we were before died, that we aren't them. Dude's weird.) We walked out, and we were hit with the shit. He was standing there right in front of us. I didn't feel an aura, but I did smell burning skin and hear screams. I dunno, maybe I just detected it differently. Mike and Rob screamed, and we all ran. They away from it, to where I told them Linux was. I ran toward it. Shooting all the while. Gotta say, I have the worst ideas.
I still smell blood. Fucker broke my nose. Felt like I was under, like he held me under for longer than I had ever been caught. Felt like I was dying. I think it just wanted to see the panic and fear in my eyes. I think he likes reducing us to animals. I mean, look at how Med describes herself when she goes berserk (no offense.) Maybe it's just some sick game. Break the toys. I'm done here for the day. Gonna have the other two give an introductory thing later. Since that seems to be our thing.
-Keith
I shot most of the proxies in the leg or in the arms. Kinda hard to fight with a bullet wound in you. Linux says this place was a good place to stop. He's taken to researching them psychologically. Larger numbers means more research. Oh, and I only had five or so, but in an un-traversed building in the middle of some dark woods, That's plenty, even with an advantage. Our total count on prisoners is now eight. Woulda been nine, but . . . well, you know.
I was stupid, by the way. Made nice with the runners while we were still in the building, it was sorta like an office building, 'cept shorter and darker. Walked out with Mike and Rob (Their names for this blog, Linux says we don't use real ones, too dangerous. And that the person we were before died, that we aren't them. Dude's weird.) We walked out, and we were hit with the shit. He was standing there right in front of us. I didn't feel an aura, but I did smell burning skin and hear screams. I dunno, maybe I just detected it differently. Mike and Rob screamed, and we all ran. They away from it, to where I told them Linux was. I ran toward it. Shooting all the while. Gotta say, I have the worst ideas.
I still smell blood. Fucker broke my nose. Felt like I was under, like he held me under for longer than I had ever been caught. Felt like I was dying. I think it just wanted to see the panic and fear in my eyes. I think he likes reducing us to animals. I mean, look at how Med describes herself when she goes berserk (no offense.) Maybe it's just some sick game. Break the toys. I'm done here for the day. Gonna have the other two give an introductory thing later. Since that seems to be our thing.
-Keith
Sunday, July 21, 2013
So tired
Just got back from that Proxy hangout. Tired as hell. Gonna be telling you all about my rad adventure tomorrow. Lateish. I'm sleeping in. I looked at our tied up Proxies. It's ugly. I told Linux he didn't have to do that shit anymore, after I read his post. He said and I quote, "I'll do whatever the fuck is necessary to keep us alive. You just worry about keeping your ass out of the fire."
Oh, and we found another set of runners. Kinda like us, except they both have a decent amount of college experience. One's a programmer, and the other was studying to become a doctor. Looked pretty beat up. Proxies aint got nothin on us though. Night. I'll probably let the other two type
something up. We're planning on sharing the account but splitting town in a few days when Linux can walk again. Dude has shit luck with that ankle.
Who knows, maybe we'll form some sort of net while Linux is looking for whatever he's looking for.
Linux is still kinda out of sorts. Hear's to hopin he's back to normal soon. That dude's kinda terrifying in his own way. We all are, I guess. Or, we all get that way eventually. . .
-Keith
Oh, and we found another set of runners. Kinda like us, except they both have a decent amount of college experience. One's a programmer, and the other was studying to become a doctor. Looked pretty beat up. Proxies aint got nothin on us though. Night. I'll probably let the other two type
something up. We're planning on sharing the account but splitting town in a few days when Linux can walk again. Dude has shit luck with that ankle.
Who knows, maybe we'll form some sort of net while Linux is looking for whatever he's looking for.
Linux is still kinda out of sorts. Hear's to hopin he's back to normal soon. That dude's kinda terrifying in his own way. We all are, I guess. Or, we all get that way eventually. . .
-Keith
Friday, July 19, 2013
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