HAHAHAHA.
You practically handed the answer to us!
This!
These abandoned loops! Crafters are a hot commodity. They were rare back when the order was specifically testing for and training them. You have to have the right Aptitude to be a crafter! I can't began to imagine how hard it must be to find one now.
I bet A LOT of loops were abandoned when the order fell. I BET SO MANY OF THEM COULDN'T BE MAINTAINED PROPERLY. Thems was unsafe livens.
And guess what Fracture? I get around, A LOT!
So I know where a few old loop housed bases were. We're at one now. SURE ENOUGH, its abandoned. NO PROXIES. No anyone.
AND GUESS WHAT?! I destroyed the anchor. There is ZERO connection to the real world and HERE. NO PHYSICAL ENTRANCE. The backlash snapped my arm, BUT NOW YOU CAN'T FIND US. EVER.
HAHAHAHAHA. And once we've regrouped, WE'RE GONNA DESTROY YOU.
CHECKMATE FUCK FACE. I win.
Picasso post, at it's triumphant end!
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Reuinted
Hello. Moth here.
So this is probably the more pressing part of this update, I've reunited with Picasso and Navi.
Navi is pretty fucked up. Or was. We let some time ass. We've been moving. Always moving. Have to be. Fracture's been chasing us pretty hard. Or at least his men have. Hes mad. Madder then I've ever seen him. We stopped leaving the car. We loiter off in parking lots. Have to be ready to leave in a moments notice. Gas prices have been hell on our budget lately as a direct result. And now that we don't have Sloth to fund our mission, that budget isn't going to be getting any bigger so we have to be frugal... if money should get tight we may very well end up robbing some poor fucks to make a quick buck at some pawn shop.
My greatest concern there is the possibility of accidentally creating some new runners... I'll have to be careful with how I handle things if it gets to that. Then again, that risk is supposedly present in everything we do. Kind of hell on the nerves if you think about it too much. Just have to... try to ignore it I guess.
... I got so sidetracked there. Damn it. I'm rambling. I need to watch that. Its a terrible trait.
So Navi was pretty fucked up. We're not sure who bandaged her up, as Picasso can't see Navi and Navi was apparently passed out for it but they did a pretty good job. They were in New York though. Everything from New York City to Philadelphia is an uncannily active hub for proxies and fears so it could have been anyone looking to cut a light blow against Fracture. I'd like to think its an old friend or something but, I can't imagine they'd risk it.
But since they did such a good job, and since I've been pulling more than my own fair share of the work to make sure she can take it easy, (And since shes such a good girls she insists on constantly reminding me) she healed up pretty quick. Her stitches aren't quite out but shes been doing some minor exercises to get back into form. She should be bouncing off the walls and pissing me off in no time flat at this rate.
I'd had sustained some minor injuries myself... but not as troubling as a stab wound. My opponent was careful just to piece my skin. My arms were pretty ripped up. I think they were trying to induce minor blood loss while disabling my ability to fight. We'll get back to that later in the post.
It made moving my arms a pain in the ass. Every little muscle flex would irritate those nerves. I suppose I should just be happy I didn't end up with any snapped ligaments.
Since my range of motion had to be slow and deliberate, Picasso was doing a lot of the driving and buying. Once Fracture's goons really started to come down on us I had to push myself to drive so she could sleep. I've had a lot of cuts rip open on me. Now that I'm better, I have to be honest, my arms look like shit. More scarred flesh then I'd ever hope to have earned. My over all range of motion is... mostly what it was. I can still make my wide breath of motion with my arms but I have to tell myself that I can. I haven't quite gotten over that sensation that they could rip back open if I over do it when but I'm pretty sure they're fine now.
If we ever find more then a days break somewhere, I'll have to spar with Picasso or something. I need see if I'm more fucked up than I think I am and the best way to find out is by doing. So here is hoping that goes well if the opportunity should ever present itself.
So back to the asshole that disabled me. For those that can remember him, apparently Helrick is still alive.
News that absolute made Picasso perk up.
"What?! NO! You're lying! HOW?! Did he actually kill them all himself? OH MY GOD IS HE AWESOME?!"
'No. Hes working for Fracture.' Her smile sank as she read those words. She smashed one of the rear view mirrors with her fist and kicked the non-discript vehicle hard enough to dent it. Furious.
"FUCK HIM. I knew he was weak..."
Yeah... weak.
He fucked me up. Once more, I'm ahead of myself.
So I had been making a point of being track-able. Fracture made a point of announcing that he was sending his finest after us so I made of point of being known. I path traveled a lot. I made transactions with Sloth's account. I used my old cell number to shoot fake plans to Picasso. I'm thinking I over did it and he caught on that something was up because his finest didn't show up to face me.
As Hollow's Eve night fell on me, I made my final stop. A big ass aquarium. A place I'd done a job at before. And from that job, I knew how to rig the room I was waiting in to flash flood with the press of a button. I just had to wait for his finest to show up looking for me and then with the press of that button they were gonna drown to death. Not exactly the kind of victory I like but at this point I'll take any victory.
But as I've said, his finest did not show. Instead I got a single arrival. A muscular man with his arm in a sling. His face concealed by a black hoody. I figured this was just a scout. If he didn't come back, surely the rest of the 'finest' would come out and I should spring the trap then. So I stepped out into view and flicked on the lights.
To my surprise, it was Helrick.
"Ah. Hello Moth. Just you? Where's Picasso... and that one girl. Whats-her-tits. Novi I think? Or maybe Navi. 'Hey listen!', hahaha. I can't believe she made that her name.... where are they?"
'...'
"Oh right. You're mute. See, I've been looking for you guys. You were right. That assault on the police station was... it was a shit idea you know? I took a few bullets. I was lucky to get out of there with my life. Had to go hide and lick my wounds... guess I was lucky I left Black lake when I did. You guys really fucked that place up. I mean jeez. Overkill. But hey, that town tried to kill me for helping them... hard to fault you.
... So where is everyone else."
His demeanor was offensive. His guard was high. His unslung hand had was hidden, I suspected on a weapon. I considered he might have been being followed but that was giving him too much befit of the doubt. How could he have possible have tracked me? Pathing around made it easy for Fracture to track me, but for any non-proxy it should be terribly fucking difficult. Hell, I don't even know how Fracture does that shit. And yet as soon as I stop moving for more than a day... there he is. Like he knew exactly where I was.
He was lying. Fracture sent him. No doubt. I drew my spear.
I could see him grin. I guess he already had a pretty good idea that wasn't going to work.
"I never was a good liar," he laughed pulling off his eye-patch to reveal his cat eye and pulling his arm from its sling to reveal his rake claw. "But a fight I can do. I'll make a liar out of you when I leave you lying on the floor!" He snickered at this terrible fucking joke. He dropped down on all fours and started dashing at me.
Hes fucking fast. I thought I had him. A running start is a terrible idea against a spear, but he leapt against wall and kick into my side. Once he was in and on me, my spear was not doing me a lot of good.
I kept trying to spin and swing at him but he kept pace and ripped at my arms. By that last swing, when I finally did hit him, it wasn't very hard. He just grinned his toothy grin and shoved me against the wall. My arms were fucked. Useless. That spear was dead to me. I couldn't much leave with it now. It'd just get in the way. Colors were fading. I was dizzy.
He brought his fist up. I think he thought I was done. He was wrong. He threw my weight hard in on direction. I knew it was gonna be coming at me so I just had to make a good point of moving. Heard him shout. Listened to bones snap with a loud thud as he accidentally brought his fist against the wall in what was likely supposed to be a knock out punch. That rake claw, its real good for slashing and impaling but not punching. Given the shape those hands take when a feral-ling mutates, they break easily under the force of a punch.
I grabbed his shoulders. I needed to secure the advantaged before he could recoup from the pain. I couldn't push or pull real hard but holding him like that made it easy to drive a knee into his gut. He crumpled over, winded.
Time to fuck off. I Pathed out to my car and sped off for as long as I could bear, not long, into the middle of nowhere. Bandaged up. Did my best to drive further way before the adrenaline wore off and I finally had to curl up and sleep to escape the pain.
I spent the next few days trying to meet up with Picasso. Moving around was hellish. I'm lucky I made it.
They kept showing up at the meeting spots before me. Had keep changing it closer until I just had them coming in to pick me up.
That sucked.
... Better now. But fuck that asshole. Helrick, I'm sure you read this. Fuck you buddy. Traitorous asshole. I'm gonna feed you your own claw. Seriously, fuck you.
Moth out.
So this is probably the more pressing part of this update, I've reunited with Picasso and Navi.
Navi is pretty fucked up. Or was. We let some time ass. We've been moving. Always moving. Have to be. Fracture's been chasing us pretty hard. Or at least his men have. Hes mad. Madder then I've ever seen him. We stopped leaving the car. We loiter off in parking lots. Have to be ready to leave in a moments notice. Gas prices have been hell on our budget lately as a direct result. And now that we don't have Sloth to fund our mission, that budget isn't going to be getting any bigger so we have to be frugal... if money should get tight we may very well end up robbing some poor fucks to make a quick buck at some pawn shop.
My greatest concern there is the possibility of accidentally creating some new runners... I'll have to be careful with how I handle things if it gets to that. Then again, that risk is supposedly present in everything we do. Kind of hell on the nerves if you think about it too much. Just have to... try to ignore it I guess.
... I got so sidetracked there. Damn it. I'm rambling. I need to watch that. Its a terrible trait.
So Navi was pretty fucked up. We're not sure who bandaged her up, as Picasso can't see Navi and Navi was apparently passed out for it but they did a pretty good job. They were in New York though. Everything from New York City to Philadelphia is an uncannily active hub for proxies and fears so it could have been anyone looking to cut a light blow against Fracture. I'd like to think its an old friend or something but, I can't imagine they'd risk it.
But since they did such a good job, and since I've been pulling more than my own fair share of the work to make sure she can take it easy, (And since shes such a good girls she insists on constantly reminding me) she healed up pretty quick. Her stitches aren't quite out but shes been doing some minor exercises to get back into form. She should be bouncing off the walls and pissing me off in no time flat at this rate.
I'd had sustained some minor injuries myself... but not as troubling as a stab wound. My opponent was careful just to piece my skin. My arms were pretty ripped up. I think they were trying to induce minor blood loss while disabling my ability to fight. We'll get back to that later in the post.
It made moving my arms a pain in the ass. Every little muscle flex would irritate those nerves. I suppose I should just be happy I didn't end up with any snapped ligaments.
Since my range of motion had to be slow and deliberate, Picasso was doing a lot of the driving and buying. Once Fracture's goons really started to come down on us I had to push myself to drive so she could sleep. I've had a lot of cuts rip open on me. Now that I'm better, I have to be honest, my arms look like shit. More scarred flesh then I'd ever hope to have earned. My over all range of motion is... mostly what it was. I can still make my wide breath of motion with my arms but I have to tell myself that I can. I haven't quite gotten over that sensation that they could rip back open if I over do it when but I'm pretty sure they're fine now.
If we ever find more then a days break somewhere, I'll have to spar with Picasso or something. I need see if I'm more fucked up than I think I am and the best way to find out is by doing. So here is hoping that goes well if the opportunity should ever present itself.
So back to the asshole that disabled me. For those that can remember him, apparently Helrick is still alive.
News that absolute made Picasso perk up.
"What?! NO! You're lying! HOW?! Did he actually kill them all himself? OH MY GOD IS HE AWESOME?!"
'No. Hes working for Fracture.' Her smile sank as she read those words. She smashed one of the rear view mirrors with her fist and kicked the non-discript vehicle hard enough to dent it. Furious.
"FUCK HIM. I knew he was weak..."
Yeah... weak.
He fucked me up. Once more, I'm ahead of myself.
So I had been making a point of being track-able. Fracture made a point of announcing that he was sending his finest after us so I made of point of being known. I path traveled a lot. I made transactions with Sloth's account. I used my old cell number to shoot fake plans to Picasso. I'm thinking I over did it and he caught on that something was up because his finest didn't show up to face me.
As Hollow's Eve night fell on me, I made my final stop. A big ass aquarium. A place I'd done a job at before. And from that job, I knew how to rig the room I was waiting in to flash flood with the press of a button. I just had to wait for his finest to show up looking for me and then with the press of that button they were gonna drown to death. Not exactly the kind of victory I like but at this point I'll take any victory.
But as I've said, his finest did not show. Instead I got a single arrival. A muscular man with his arm in a sling. His face concealed by a black hoody. I figured this was just a scout. If he didn't come back, surely the rest of the 'finest' would come out and I should spring the trap then. So I stepped out into view and flicked on the lights.
To my surprise, it was Helrick.
"Ah. Hello Moth. Just you? Where's Picasso... and that one girl. Whats-her-tits. Novi I think? Or maybe Navi. 'Hey listen!', hahaha. I can't believe she made that her name.... where are they?"
'...'
"Oh right. You're mute. See, I've been looking for you guys. You were right. That assault on the police station was... it was a shit idea you know? I took a few bullets. I was lucky to get out of there with my life. Had to go hide and lick my wounds... guess I was lucky I left Black lake when I did. You guys really fucked that place up. I mean jeez. Overkill. But hey, that town tried to kill me for helping them... hard to fault you.
... So where is everyone else."
His demeanor was offensive. His guard was high. His unslung hand had was hidden, I suspected on a weapon. I considered he might have been being followed but that was giving him too much befit of the doubt. How could he have possible have tracked me? Pathing around made it easy for Fracture to track me, but for any non-proxy it should be terribly fucking difficult. Hell, I don't even know how Fracture does that shit. And yet as soon as I stop moving for more than a day... there he is. Like he knew exactly where I was.
He was lying. Fracture sent him. No doubt. I drew my spear.
I could see him grin. I guess he already had a pretty good idea that wasn't going to work.
"I never was a good liar," he laughed pulling off his eye-patch to reveal his cat eye and pulling his arm from its sling to reveal his rake claw. "But a fight I can do. I'll make a liar out of you when I leave you lying on the floor!" He snickered at this terrible fucking joke. He dropped down on all fours and started dashing at me.
Hes fucking fast. I thought I had him. A running start is a terrible idea against a spear, but he leapt against wall and kick into my side. Once he was in and on me, my spear was not doing me a lot of good.
I kept trying to spin and swing at him but he kept pace and ripped at my arms. By that last swing, when I finally did hit him, it wasn't very hard. He just grinned his toothy grin and shoved me against the wall. My arms were fucked. Useless. That spear was dead to me. I couldn't much leave with it now. It'd just get in the way. Colors were fading. I was dizzy.
He brought his fist up. I think he thought I was done. He was wrong. He threw my weight hard in on direction. I knew it was gonna be coming at me so I just had to make a good point of moving. Heard him shout. Listened to bones snap with a loud thud as he accidentally brought his fist against the wall in what was likely supposed to be a knock out punch. That rake claw, its real good for slashing and impaling but not punching. Given the shape those hands take when a feral-ling mutates, they break easily under the force of a punch.
I grabbed his shoulders. I needed to secure the advantaged before he could recoup from the pain. I couldn't push or pull real hard but holding him like that made it easy to drive a knee into his gut. He crumpled over, winded.
Time to fuck off. I Pathed out to my car and sped off for as long as I could bear, not long, into the middle of nowhere. Bandaged up. Did my best to drive further way before the adrenaline wore off and I finally had to curl up and sleep to escape the pain.
I spent the next few days trying to meet up with Picasso. Moving around was hellish. I'm lucky I made it.
They kept showing up at the meeting spots before me. Had keep changing it closer until I just had them coming in to pick me up.
That sucked.
... Better now. But fuck that asshole. Helrick, I'm sure you read this. Fuck you buddy. Traitorous asshole. I'm gonna feed you your own claw. Seriously, fuck you.
Moth out.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
the Path
Navi here... hi.
So uh, apparently I've been called to answer what I was up to over the Halloween week or something? Or 'Hollow's Eve' as Captain Caps-Lock likes to call it.
So lets run through her questions really quick. 'Her'. Presumably a her. Moth likes to refer to it as a her... but Picasso is not a name for a 'her'. I keep picturing I've been traveling around with an old artist who doesn't know how fucking shapes work. Hack.
But lets get back to the questions, no need to dwell on the opinions that got me thrown out of art class.
"What happened girl? Where you at? You still here with me? Where you going? You alive?"
I have no idea what happened.
I'm here, in a hotel room.
I didn't pay for it, the door was unlocked, and no one has been complaining so I assume I'm still with you or I've actually broken into someones house.
I have no idea where I'm going. Presumably, I'm following you to meet up with the people who probably killed Moth.
I am totally alive. And if I'm not, this is a better hell than I could have ever asked for so yay me.
But to address the more general question of what I've been up to, I'm gonna be honest and say I'm not entirely sure...
I'm not sure about a lot of things anymore. All I know is the Path.
Ever since Master started chasing me, my bright colorful world turned black.
I was hopeful when I was cornered and begging for Master to end my suffering and ordered to 'kneel' by something that felt more like an overwhelming inescapable presence filling my mind and scrapping away at my thoughts than actual words... that the darkness might go away.
But it didn't. The world turned even blacker. Now the only light is the floor in front of me. The only color is what passes for emotions from a mute and a sociopath I can't even see. No offense guys. But you feel funny. Your colors are wrong.
All I've been doing since then is following the Path that lights up before me... killing or talking to people in the areas that light up around me. Desperately trying to figure out why the Path stopped there. Figuring out what I'm supposed to do there. And when its done, it gets dark again and I follow the new Path.
After I met Master and Moth again at the hotel, the Path changed. No longer was it a lit path guiding me around. It became an area around Master, calling me to his side... branching out only when I needed to take him somewhere.
And then when we left the hotel Moth dragged me into that... place. What he calls the Path. Apparently that's what all of his kind and their victims call the path. But its not. They're so wrong. That place was more like Master's Neverland. There were so many of them. They called for us. Screamed for us. G-Grabbed at us.
They wanted to play 'the tree game'. I just wanted to get away from them. I just wanted to escape them and their constant grabbing and whining. So many faces. So many colors... I practically threw myself out of the exit portal thing...
Master didn't follow us out... still in Neverland I guess. Still with 'them'. But the Path, the Path still lit up around Moth beckoning me to follow him. And I did.
Until operation 'Hollow Hunt'. Moth wrote my orders on a single sticky note. The note had an address, a date, and the key phrase 'Stake Out' written on it. Once he handed me the note, he walked off into the blackness. The Path no longer followed him. I turned around to find a new path opening up behind me. It led me to a car and kept me in the passenger seat until I needed to eat or sleep. In this way, it eventually led me to the place on the note and then to a place to stake out the address until Halloween night.
I have to assume this new path I've been following has been forming in Picasso's wake. That its leading me to travel with her since I was told I would be working with her for this but I can't be sure.
Before anyone asks, I have not tried to wonder away from this Path. It... wouldn't be safe.
I occasionally glance off into the darkness as I walk with what was, at one point, curiosity of what might lie in the dark mysterious abyss that surrounds me. I now know the answer to be all manner of horrible things.
Veins of lava, chasms, wide open toothy mouths, saw blades, outstretched appendages, corpses, grinning children, and worst of all People.
I can see old loved ones and family members roaming around in the darkness. They're screaming, bleeding, battered, and covered in blood. Many of them call out my name begging to know 'Why? Why did you doom us? Why did you kill us?!'
I know from experience that trying to answer just brings louder angrier screaming... best not to bother.
Sometimes, out the corner of my eye, I can catch Master out there standing deep into the darkness and staring at me with that eyeless, featureless face. A stare so intense it often winds me, leaving me to choke on my own fucking breath. I don't know why he does it. I've been good. I've been so good. I never leave the Path. Never! Never ever, it's not Navi. Never Navi.
Please never Navi. Please...
....
Sorry. I just... don't understand what I'm doing wrong. So good. Good girl. Good girl. Just wish he would tell me what he wants... I wish he had a mouth.
Uhhhhhhhpppppppphhhhhhh.
Deep breaths. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Master loves me or I'd surely be dead... surely.
Uuuuuhhhhppppphhhhh.
And now they're screaming again. Just.... Just peachy.
Topic topic topic. Back to the topic.
Right. So I've just been following the Path. The lit up road ahead of me taking me everywhere I need to go, apparently, and blinding me to everything else whether I like it or not. And it let me to the address of Fracture's coffee shop where whoever the fuck that is has apparently tethered their loop (Because supposedly that string of completely disassociated words is supposed to mean something.).
And apparently it did mean something because Halloween night the street below lit up for me revealing a bunch of masked freaks wondering out of the coffee shop in numbers far larger than should have been able to fit into the damn place. And to top it all off they were ALL colored red, which lately has been an indicator that what ever I'm seeing is hostile and I need to kill it.
So, coincidentally, I used the same tactic Picasso was using since running into the hoard of them probably would have meant death. That is to say I took to one side and picked off stragglers that wondered from the group. Which was working great until one of the masked freaks from deeper within the hoard seemed to notice me and broke their normal shuffling patter to come approach me.
It was wearing a plain clean mask like the rest of them but its mask was a little different. It was missing its forehead. It looked like that piece had been broken away leaving room for a long lock of hair to rest in that spot just above the eyes leaving me to wonder if that break was intentional or not.
This freak was clearly a women, she had the figure. And she was an adult. Tall... developed. Crows feet on the eyes. She pulled out a thin stabbing needle spike thing. No optional slashing power there unless she caught me on the tip, that spike was for stabbing through and through.
I figured this was gonna be a short fight, whoever this person was had a stupid fucking weapon. While most competent people with a knife will just stab, they usually use flair to trick you into believing otherwise. Flick and wave the blade to make you commit to the wrong kind of evasive maneuver before they run you through. But this freak didn't have that. She didn't have a proper knife with an edge. She just had a stupid spike with little other course of action but to stab.
But then the masked thing spoke before driving it's spike deep into my gut. It spoke in my Mother's voice. But rougher and angrier than I've ever heard her before.
"Suffer Ivy. Suffer for what you did to Black Lake. For what you did to me and your friends," she said before shoving me to the ground with the spike still in my gut. "For running your Father through. For hurting so many people who didn't do anything wrong. Suffer and die."
And with that, she disappeared back into the crowd of masked Freaks leaving me to gawk and wheeze for air.
I grabbed my sword and dragged myself down the alley, gripping the spike. There was no light anymore. Everything was dark. My friends and family where all around me pointing and laughing. And as I passed them, they lit on fire and started screaming. Screaming so loud in my ear I had to seriously consider whether or not it would be better to just curl up on the floor to bleed out or keep going and endure what I was pretty sure was supposed to be my Aunt up next screaming bloody fucking murder and demanding to know 'Why?' as she lit on fire and crumpled to the ground.
As you can probably guess, I pushed forward and let the bitch burn. Fuck her. She wasn't even in Black Lake. Shes probably still alive. These things aren't real. That wasn't my Mother. Master is testing me. Testing my loyalty in the face of guilt. And I failed and as a result failed the mission, all because I saw an older masked women and convinced myself it was my Mother coming to punish me. But I was a good girl. I AM a good girl. Master forgives those. And sure enough, after forcing myself to push forward for what felt like hours he lit up a new Path for me and led me somewhere safe to rest.
Because Master loves me, he lets me live.
When I reached the end of the new Path, I found myself in what I was pretty sure was a hotel room. Certain I was safe now, I promptly collapsed on the floor. When I woke up I found that someone had bandaged me up. I have no idea who. Maybe Master.
I proceeded to limp out of bed and follow the Path out. And I've been slowly following it since then.
After a text from Moth and Picasso's last post, seems I'm heading for Moth now. I have to assume so at least. Can't be sure. Doesn't matter. As always, the Path will take me to where I need to go. I just hope I'm healed up by the time I get there.
Never Not Navi out.
So uh, apparently I've been called to answer what I was up to over the Halloween week or something? Or 'Hollow's Eve' as Captain Caps-Lock likes to call it.
So lets run through her questions really quick. 'Her'. Presumably a her. Moth likes to refer to it as a her... but Picasso is not a name for a 'her'. I keep picturing I've been traveling around with an old artist who doesn't know how fucking shapes work. Hack.
But lets get back to the questions, no need to dwell on the opinions that got me thrown out of art class.
"What happened girl? Where you at? You still here with me? Where you going? You alive?"
-Picasso in the last post, allegedly
I have no idea what happened.
I'm here, in a hotel room.
I didn't pay for it, the door was unlocked, and no one has been complaining so I assume I'm still with you or I've actually broken into someones house.
I have no idea where I'm going. Presumably, I'm following you to meet up with the people who probably killed Moth.
I am totally alive. And if I'm not, this is a better hell than I could have ever asked for so yay me.
But to address the more general question of what I've been up to, I'm gonna be honest and say I'm not entirely sure...
I'm not sure about a lot of things anymore. All I know is the Path.
Ever since Master started chasing me, my bright colorful world turned black.
I was hopeful when I was cornered and begging for Master to end my suffering and ordered to 'kneel' by something that felt more like an overwhelming inescapable presence filling my mind and scrapping away at my thoughts than actual words... that the darkness might go away.
But it didn't. The world turned even blacker. Now the only light is the floor in front of me. The only color is what passes for emotions from a mute and a sociopath I can't even see. No offense guys. But you feel funny. Your colors are wrong.
All I've been doing since then is following the Path that lights up before me... killing or talking to people in the areas that light up around me. Desperately trying to figure out why the Path stopped there. Figuring out what I'm supposed to do there. And when its done, it gets dark again and I follow the new Path.
After I met Master and Moth again at the hotel, the Path changed. No longer was it a lit path guiding me around. It became an area around Master, calling me to his side... branching out only when I needed to take him somewhere.
And then when we left the hotel Moth dragged me into that... place. What he calls the Path. Apparently that's what all of his kind and their victims call the path. But its not. They're so wrong. That place was more like Master's Neverland. There were so many of them. They called for us. Screamed for us. G-Grabbed at us.
They wanted to play 'the tree game'. I just wanted to get away from them. I just wanted to escape them and their constant grabbing and whining. So many faces. So many colors... I practically threw myself out of the exit portal thing...
Master didn't follow us out... still in Neverland I guess. Still with 'them'. But the Path, the Path still lit up around Moth beckoning me to follow him. And I did.
Until operation 'Hollow Hunt'. Moth wrote my orders on a single sticky note. The note had an address, a date, and the key phrase 'Stake Out' written on it. Once he handed me the note, he walked off into the blackness. The Path no longer followed him. I turned around to find a new path opening up behind me. It led me to a car and kept me in the passenger seat until I needed to eat or sleep. In this way, it eventually led me to the place on the note and then to a place to stake out the address until Halloween night.
I have to assume this new path I've been following has been forming in Picasso's wake. That its leading me to travel with her since I was told I would be working with her for this but I can't be sure.
Before anyone asks, I have not tried to wonder away from this Path. It... wouldn't be safe.
I occasionally glance off into the darkness as I walk with what was, at one point, curiosity of what might lie in the dark mysterious abyss that surrounds me. I now know the answer to be all manner of horrible things.
Veins of lava, chasms, wide open toothy mouths, saw blades, outstretched appendages, corpses, grinning children, and worst of all People.
I can see old loved ones and family members roaming around in the darkness. They're screaming, bleeding, battered, and covered in blood. Many of them call out my name begging to know 'Why? Why did you doom us? Why did you kill us?!'
I know from experience that trying to answer just brings louder angrier screaming... best not to bother.
Sometimes, out the corner of my eye, I can catch Master out there standing deep into the darkness and staring at me with that eyeless, featureless face. A stare so intense it often winds me, leaving me to choke on my own fucking breath. I don't know why he does it. I've been good. I've been so good. I never leave the Path. Never! Never ever, it's not Navi. Never Navi.
Please never Navi. Please...
....
Sorry. I just... don't understand what I'm doing wrong. So good. Good girl. Good girl. Just wish he would tell me what he wants... I wish he had a mouth.
Uhhhhhhhpppppppphhhhhhh.
Deep breaths. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Master loves me or I'd surely be dead... surely.
Uuuuuhhhhppppphhhhh.
And now they're screaming again. Just.... Just peachy.
Topic topic topic. Back to the topic.
Right. So I've just been following the Path. The lit up road ahead of me taking me everywhere I need to go, apparently, and blinding me to everything else whether I like it or not. And it let me to the address of Fracture's coffee shop where whoever the fuck that is has apparently tethered their loop (Because supposedly that string of completely disassociated words is supposed to mean something.).
And apparently it did mean something because Halloween night the street below lit up for me revealing a bunch of masked freaks wondering out of the coffee shop in numbers far larger than should have been able to fit into the damn place. And to top it all off they were ALL colored red, which lately has been an indicator that what ever I'm seeing is hostile and I need to kill it.
So, coincidentally, I used the same tactic Picasso was using since running into the hoard of them probably would have meant death. That is to say I took to one side and picked off stragglers that wondered from the group. Which was working great until one of the masked freaks from deeper within the hoard seemed to notice me and broke their normal shuffling patter to come approach me.
It was wearing a plain clean mask like the rest of them but its mask was a little different. It was missing its forehead. It looked like that piece had been broken away leaving room for a long lock of hair to rest in that spot just above the eyes leaving me to wonder if that break was intentional or not.
This freak was clearly a women, she had the figure. And she was an adult. Tall... developed. Crows feet on the eyes. She pulled out a thin stabbing needle spike thing. No optional slashing power there unless she caught me on the tip, that spike was for stabbing through and through.
I figured this was gonna be a short fight, whoever this person was had a stupid fucking weapon. While most competent people with a knife will just stab, they usually use flair to trick you into believing otherwise. Flick and wave the blade to make you commit to the wrong kind of evasive maneuver before they run you through. But this freak didn't have that. She didn't have a proper knife with an edge. She just had a stupid spike with little other course of action but to stab.
But then the masked thing spoke before driving it's spike deep into my gut. It spoke in my Mother's voice. But rougher and angrier than I've ever heard her before.
"Suffer Ivy. Suffer for what you did to Black Lake. For what you did to me and your friends," she said before shoving me to the ground with the spike still in my gut. "For running your Father through. For hurting so many people who didn't do anything wrong. Suffer and die."
And with that, she disappeared back into the crowd of masked Freaks leaving me to gawk and wheeze for air.
I grabbed my sword and dragged myself down the alley, gripping the spike. There was no light anymore. Everything was dark. My friends and family where all around me pointing and laughing. And as I passed them, they lit on fire and started screaming. Screaming so loud in my ear I had to seriously consider whether or not it would be better to just curl up on the floor to bleed out or keep going and endure what I was pretty sure was supposed to be my Aunt up next screaming bloody fucking murder and demanding to know 'Why?' as she lit on fire and crumpled to the ground.
As you can probably guess, I pushed forward and let the bitch burn. Fuck her. She wasn't even in Black Lake. Shes probably still alive. These things aren't real. That wasn't my Mother. Master is testing me. Testing my loyalty in the face of guilt. And I failed and as a result failed the mission, all because I saw an older masked women and convinced myself it was my Mother coming to punish me. But I was a good girl. I AM a good girl. Master forgives those. And sure enough, after forcing myself to push forward for what felt like hours he lit up a new Path for me and led me somewhere safe to rest.
Because Master loves me, he lets me live.
When I reached the end of the new Path, I found myself in what I was pretty sure was a hotel room. Certain I was safe now, I promptly collapsed on the floor. When I woke up I found that someone had bandaged me up. I have no idea who. Maybe Master.
I proceeded to limp out of bed and follow the Path out. And I've been slowly following it since then.
After a text from Moth and Picasso's last post, seems I'm heading for Moth now. I have to assume so at least. Can't be sure. Doesn't matter. As always, the Path will take me to where I need to go. I just hope I'm healed up by the time I get there.
Never Not Navi out.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Operation Hallow Hunt
God FUCKING damn it.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Seriously, fuck.
I thought we had it that time. I really really really thought we finally had it. FUCK.
So, this happened.
Which, I didn't do. I SO would have if I could, but I didn't! I did, however, have a good hunch that it was gonna happen.
So the plan was for Moth to start heading away from New York for the FAR corners of the United States. I can't say where exactly for safety reasons, but his part of the plan was more or less to lead Fracture's FINEST blood hounds as far away from New York as possible so they would be unavailable to respond to the crisis I suspected was gonna go down in New York.
Meanwhile, I was camping out in New York watching the coffee shop Fracture tethered his loop to. That's right, its at a fucking COFFEE SHOP of ALL fucking places. Not the Baker Street one, but its still kind of fucked up. I can't tell if its silent reverence, a hommage, or if he was blatantly trying to exploit the high profile nature of the original coffee shop to confuse people out of finding his. But the bottom line here, ITS FUCKED UP. Probably.
Its gone now. I think. Everything was packed up and the place is labeled 'For Lease' now. Not that I could hang around to see if anyone was still making regular trips in and out of it. For all I know, the 'For Lease' thing could just be to throw me and anyone else off his trail. He could very well still be tethered there. Again, I COULDN'T HANG AROUND. I was pretty sure I was being followed and that shit HAD to stop. So I slipped in and out of a few clothes store in different outfits without paying until I was sure no one was tracking me anymore. ALSO DITCHED ALL OF MY PRECIOUS STUFF. It was REALLY fucking disheartening.
Holy shit, I am so far ahead of myself. Lets roll back the clock.... to the dawn of time. SING THIS SONG WITH ME~...
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do... do, do, do... do, do, do... do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do... sing this song with me...
.......
DINOSAURS. Moving on (from happier times~).
Lets go back to the hunch. THE HUNCH IS SO IMPORTANT.
So, like, Duckie is a hollow right? And hollows try to go somewhere on Hollow's Eve, right? And Fracture lives in and keeps all his valuable stuff in a loop right? Fracture considers Duckie valuable and is keeping him, right? Still with me? Is it coming together?
I bet this is all sounding TOTALLY irrelevant right? YOUR WRONG AND A FUCKING IDIOT! As stupid as Fuck Face Fracture.
See, apparently Duckie can dismantle a loop by force of will. He just has to want to. Its not something he did a lot but it is something he did before HE DIDN'T DIE.
But a hollow does not want... except! Except on Hollow's Eve when they all want out of their cages to go to the woods!
SO BLAMMO. Hollow's Eve night and VIOLENT MASKED LUNATICS start pouring out of Fracture's coffee shop. Apparently, Fracture was storing Duckie with the rest of the psychopaths to keep him hidden or something because they all seemed to be hollows... best I could tell at least.
I started CUTTING THEM DOWN, safely. I would pick wanderers out of the crowd. NONE OF THEM WERE DUCKIE.
I got impatient! I was in the process of running back to my car so I could just try PLOWING through the crowd when MOTH 2.0 SHOWED UP. Maggot.
I can TOTALLY take that little shit in a fight, but the little fucker pulled a gun on me and started unloading. I RIPPED a path portal back to my car to escape the gun fire. Once I had gotten the car started, I could see the fucker coming around the corner for me. I'm still not sure how they're tracking my path use. I couldn't risk Maggot gunning me down if I sped the car forward at it, so I spun the car around and fled across town making SO many turns until I was sure I had lost ANY potential pursuers. Then I had to ditch the car. Maggot had probably got my plates.
I can TOTALLY take that little shit in a fight, but the little fucker pulled a gun on me and started unloading. I RIPPED a path portal back to my car to escape the gun fire. Once I had gotten the car started, I could see the fucker coming around the corner for me. I'm still not sure how they're tracking my path use. I couldn't risk Maggot gunning me down if I sped the car forward at it, so I spun the car around and fled across town making SO many turns until I was sure I had lost ANY potential pursuers. Then I had to ditch the car. Maggot had probably got my plates.
Couldn't risk going back that night... and I already explained what I saw when I went back later.
Now, here is an interesting side note. Supposedly, Moth's imaginary girlfriend Navi went with me for this plan. So somewhere in all of this, she was in there doing things... somewhere. But we can't see each other or something so... I don't... know how that could possibly have worked...
HERE IS A MESSAGE FOR NAVI. What happened girl? Where you at? You still here with me? Where you going? You alive?
Either way, I got a text from Moth telling me where he is so we can meet up. So we're doing that. Since I got the laptop, he can share his half of the story when he gets to me.
That is, of course, assuming the Finest didn't FIND AND KILL HIM. In which case, this is a trap and I'm probably gonna die.
That is, of course, assuming the Finest didn't FIND AND KILL HIM. In which case, this is a trap and I'm probably gonna die.
HAPPY THOUGHTS.
Here is hoping that does not happen.
Picasso out and stuff.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Retort: Nothing but LIES in an endless FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU Fracture, FUCK YOU. Stupid piece of SHIT. I WILL DESTROY YOU. Just you wait Fuck Face, its coming and its long overdue!
Phhhhhheeewwww. Glad to get that off my chest. Glad to be able to get that off my chest.
We haven't be able to post for a while, courtesy of Moth's STUPID fucking ghost girlfriend person thing. Apparently, she smashed our last remaining laptop. Moth insists I watched her do it. He insists, I jumped at the sound.
I remember NEITHER of these things. I think he accidentally broke it and is blaming his imaginary girlfriend. He clearly has NO imaginary sense of chivalry. Fucktard. Ghosts don't destroy things. They don't have fingers or bodies. There AINT NO HOLDING for the finger less. Just palming. And palms can't lift and smash things. Not enough leverage.
So clearly, Moth did this. Which is NONE surprising. He's shit with electronics. I once watched the dumbass stick the headset plug in the CD port. He then proceeded to BRAKE the CD slider thing when he tried to force it back closed with the headset plug still in there..
And that my friends, is why mutes don't have privileges or souls.
[Moth here. One, I have a soul. Two, what I keep trying to tell Picasso is I had Navi read up on some old blogs to inform her on how the world really is and what she can expect.
Her response was "Blogging is stupid! They'll find us! They'll kill us all!" Then she cut the laptop monitor in about half with her Asian sword.
She proceeded to smash any computer we stole after that.
She's tied up right now and has not stopped whining about it since. Not that Picasso can hear it or appreciate all the shit I have to put up with. Yay me.]
But, we finally got a new lappitty-toppity box and this one didn't go missing after about five minutes like the LAST couple we stole! So we're back! YAY US, hehehe.
Soooooooo....
It's finally time to address something.
What is THIS shit about wanting us to come home? Where the fuck do YOU get off CAPTAIN FUCK FACE asking us to come back as if YOU are the victim here trying to talk children out of doing something stupid.
"Oh god. Please come home. I'm super sorry I declared you a traitor, had a sniper gun you down, and spent several months trying to hunt you down like a FUCKING dog. Please give up your COMPLETELY REASONABLE AND RIGHTEOUS quest to kill the STUPID WORTHLESS SHELL OF YOUR BROTHER'S KILLER and rejoin my herd of GULLIBLE EXPENDABLE sheep.
I miss my whipping girl and her soulless mute pet thing and his stupid fake girlfriend thing."
FUCK YOU FRACTURE.
You want to know why we left?
How about THIS:
"Give us Duckie. You promised his corpse."
"Fuck you, get back in your box."
"You PROMISED. This is your last warning! I will make you EAT your words. KEEP your promise."
"Pet soulless mute, kill Picasso"
"Fuck you. Not only are we gonna kill Duckie, now YOU can fucking burn with him."
"I guess I'll just have to kill you both!"
"Cute threat. I'll kill EVERYTHING if that's what it takes to kill Duckie. EV... ER... Y... THING"
"Fuck you. I'm gonna enjoy watching you die."
But whats this?
"Oh no. They destroyed my little plan to make a remote town into a cult town and got almost everyone there killed. Are these... are these CONSEQUENCES for my actions?! Holy shit. Like... I thought those were a myth. Who knew, right? Listen guys. I think... I'm ready to forgive you both. Just come one and we'll call it square. You're not gonna get anything but we'll call it square. I love you... quick breaking my shit... just come home... or else.... but more seriously this time. Like, I put on the BIG BOY pants to type this... honest... please?"
So once more I say this, FUCK YOU FRACTURE YOU STUPID FUCK FACE.
You're sad we destroyed your little townie project? DEAL WITH IT. You know why? Because a town is just the tiniest littlest piece in the grand scope of 'EVERYTHING'.
And I keep MY promises. I will kill Duckie if I have to kill EVERYTHING to do it.
Since you like to pretend to care so much, this whole wide world is my hostage. Only one person had to die. Just Duckie. Now SO MANY MORE ARE GOING TO DIE until YOU hand over Duckie.
All because you broke a promise you made to an angry little girl some three years ago. I hope that hurts, Fuck Face.
I hope it burns.
Fuck you.
Phhhhhheeewwww. Glad to get that off my chest. Glad to be able to get that off my chest.
We haven't be able to post for a while, courtesy of Moth's STUPID fucking ghost girlfriend person thing. Apparently, she smashed our last remaining laptop. Moth insists I watched her do it. He insists, I jumped at the sound.
I remember NEITHER of these things. I think he accidentally broke it and is blaming his imaginary girlfriend. He clearly has NO imaginary sense of chivalry. Fucktard. Ghosts don't destroy things. They don't have fingers or bodies. There AINT NO HOLDING for the finger less. Just palming. And palms can't lift and smash things. Not enough leverage.
So clearly, Moth did this. Which is NONE surprising. He's shit with electronics. I once watched the dumbass stick the headset plug in the CD port. He then proceeded to BRAKE the CD slider thing when he tried to force it back closed with the headset plug still in there..
And that my friends, is why mutes don't have privileges or souls.
[Moth here. One, I have a soul. Two, what I keep trying to tell Picasso is I had Navi read up on some old blogs to inform her on how the world really is and what she can expect.
Her response was "Blogging is stupid! They'll find us! They'll kill us all!" Then she cut the laptop monitor in about half with her Asian sword.
She proceeded to smash any computer we stole after that.
She's tied up right now and has not stopped whining about it since. Not that Picasso can hear it or appreciate all the shit I have to put up with. Yay me.]
But, we finally got a new lappitty-toppity box and this one didn't go missing after about five minutes like the LAST couple we stole! So we're back! YAY US, hehehe.
Soooooooo....
It's finally time to address something.
What is THIS shit about wanting us to come home? Where the fuck do YOU get off CAPTAIN FUCK FACE asking us to come back as if YOU are the victim here trying to talk children out of doing something stupid.
"Oh god. Please come home. I'm super sorry I declared you a traitor, had a sniper gun you down, and spent several months trying to hunt you down like a FUCKING dog. Please give up your COMPLETELY REASONABLE AND RIGHTEOUS quest to kill the STUPID WORTHLESS SHELL OF YOUR BROTHER'S KILLER and rejoin my herd of GULLIBLE EXPENDABLE sheep.
I miss my whipping girl and her soulless mute pet thing and his stupid fake girlfriend thing."
FUCK YOU FRACTURE.
You want to know why we left?
How about THIS:
"Give us Duckie. You promised his corpse."
"Fuck you, get back in your box."
"You PROMISED. This is your last warning! I will make you EAT your words. KEEP your promise."
"Pet soulless mute, kill Picasso"
"Fuck you. Not only are we gonna kill Duckie, now YOU can fucking burn with him."
"I guess I'll just have to kill you both!"
"Cute threat. I'll kill EVERYTHING if that's what it takes to kill Duckie. EV... ER... Y... THING"
"Fuck you. I'm gonna enjoy watching you die."
But whats this?
"Oh no. They destroyed my little plan to make a remote town into a cult town and got almost everyone there killed. Are these... are these CONSEQUENCES for my actions?! Holy shit. Like... I thought those were a myth. Who knew, right? Listen guys. I think... I'm ready to forgive you both. Just come one and we'll call it square. You're not gonna get anything but we'll call it square. I love you... quick breaking my shit... just come home... or else.... but more seriously this time. Like, I put on the BIG BOY pants to type this... honest... please?"
So once more I say this, FUCK YOU FRACTURE YOU STUPID FUCK FACE.
You're sad we destroyed your little townie project? DEAL WITH IT. You know why? Because a town is just the tiniest littlest piece in the grand scope of 'EVERYTHING'.
And I keep MY promises. I will kill Duckie if I have to kill EVERYTHING to do it.
Since you like to pretend to care so much, this whole wide world is my hostage. Only one person had to die. Just Duckie. Now SO MANY MORE ARE GOING TO DIE until YOU hand over Duckie.
All because you broke a promise you made to an angry little girl some three years ago. I hope that hurts, Fuck Face.
I hope it burns.
Fuck you.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Analysis: GHOST! ooooooooo~, gonna getcha. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
ANOTHER GHOST POST. Post Ghost 2: Ghostness Rising, Revengance, the Revengining! The prequel!
So that makes this Ghost Post 3, because this is not the past.
...
Hahaha. OH MY GOD, that... what the fuck was I even talking about? ... look at that gibberish.
THIS, okay. Got to stay focused. Things. ALL OF THE THINGS.
...
OKAY! So, I passed out on the keyboard trying to stay focused. TOO MUCH FOCUS, not enough purpose.
So, having a pet ghost is weird. I keep trying to play with her/it but its hard. I can't see it and as best as I can tell, it has no ability to affect the real world. It lives in a FREAKY FAKE Spook world where it does spook stuff that only affects spook space! I think. Moth seems to think I just can't see what its doing and insists that the ghost is even wearing my clothes!
So I put on the outfit he seemed to think the ghost was wearing! Ha! Can't have been wearing it if I have it on! SO THERE. Hes just crazy. No grasp on reality. He lacks MY PERFECT gasp on GHOST PHYSICS.
(Moth Edit: She changed into the wrong set of clothes and insists its the outfit I indicated.)
Which is perfect in every way. FOR EXAMPLE, did you know Ghosts weigh the same as a duck? ALWAYS. And the 'Reflexive Property of Duck' TELLS US that all living ducks weigh the same at all times regardless of how old or sick they are. So if you could measure a room somehow, IF IT HAD A GHOST IN IT, you could tell because the room would have the added weight of a duck! Which, AS ANY 3 YEAR OLD CAN TELL YOU, is 3000 pounds.
Which is why ghost and ducks, can't ride the elevator.
(Moth Edit: I uh... think she's mistaking a Monty Python joke for physics.)
(Navi Edit: And mistaking a duck for an elephant. PPPPffffttt, three thousand pound duck. I'm not that fat... OR fat at all. Say otherwise, and I will cut you in half.)
(Picasso Edit: ALL GHOSTS, are fat elephant nerds... Duh.)
....
SO, (Moth Edit: God damn, you start a lot of sentences with 'so'.)(Picasso Edit: FUCK YOU) I finally found a way to play with my pet ghost.
Or, I DID, but then I realized it was stupid.
See I can only interact with Navi via computer text, or at least that's as far as I've tried, and I decided I wanted to read her a story. So, I started typing out a story! And then Moth pointed out that Navi wasn't a ghost but a person in the room that I couldn't see so it would be much easier to just give him the book to give to her because all I was doing was copying the book into a text document word for word when she could simply read it herself.
BUT MY BABY GHOST IS SUCH A SWEET HEART.
She said-
Navi: 'No! Keep typing it! I like to see all the capitalized words and the constant spelling and grammar mistakes.'
HEHE, she's so awesome apparently.
So I did the only sensible thing.-
Picasso: 'FUCK YOU! THIS IS STUPID, SO NO.'
I assume she was crushed. But it was for her own good! She needs to learn the same thing I had to teach Moth about mutes, GHOSTS HAVE NO SOULS AND THUS HAVE NO RIGHTS OR PRIVILEGES.
Plus, I can't hear her either. So shes like a mute ghost.
SOULLESS^2
MATH and shit. I know it. MY GHOST KNOWLEDGE IS FLAWLESS.
But, the whole little endeavor gave me an idea....
STAY TUNED FOR THE SEQUAL
The End? NOPE. Squeal. Already said that!
Picasso Entry End.
So that makes this Ghost Post 3, because this is not the past.
...
Hahaha. OH MY GOD, that... what the fuck was I even talking about? ... look at that gibberish.
THIS, okay. Got to stay focused. Things. ALL OF THE THINGS.
...
OKAY! So, I passed out on the keyboard trying to stay focused. TOO MUCH FOCUS, not enough purpose.
So, having a pet ghost is weird. I keep trying to play with her/it but its hard. I can't see it and as best as I can tell, it has no ability to affect the real world. It lives in a FREAKY FAKE Spook world where it does spook stuff that only affects spook space! I think. Moth seems to think I just can't see what its doing and insists that the ghost is even wearing my clothes!
So I put on the outfit he seemed to think the ghost was wearing! Ha! Can't have been wearing it if I have it on! SO THERE. Hes just crazy. No grasp on reality. He lacks MY PERFECT gasp on GHOST PHYSICS.
(Moth Edit: She changed into the wrong set of clothes and insists its the outfit I indicated.)
Which is perfect in every way. FOR EXAMPLE, did you know Ghosts weigh the same as a duck? ALWAYS. And the 'Reflexive Property of Duck' TELLS US that all living ducks weigh the same at all times regardless of how old or sick they are. So if you could measure a room somehow, IF IT HAD A GHOST IN IT, you could tell because the room would have the added weight of a duck! Which, AS ANY 3 YEAR OLD CAN TELL YOU, is 3000 pounds.
Which is why ghost and ducks, can't ride the elevator.
(Moth Edit: I uh... think she's mistaking a Monty Python joke for physics.)
(Navi Edit: And mistaking a duck for an elephant. PPPPffffttt, three thousand pound duck. I'm not that fat... OR fat at all. Say otherwise, and I will cut you in half.)
(Picasso Edit: ALL GHOSTS, are fat elephant nerds... Duh.)
....
SO, (Moth Edit: God damn, you start a lot of sentences with 'so'.)(Picasso Edit: FUCK YOU) I finally found a way to play with my pet ghost.
Or, I DID, but then I realized it was stupid.
See I can only interact with Navi via computer text, or at least that's as far as I've tried, and I decided I wanted to read her a story. So, I started typing out a story! And then Moth pointed out that Navi wasn't a ghost but a person in the room that I couldn't see so it would be much easier to just give him the book to give to her because all I was doing was copying the book into a text document word for word when she could simply read it herself.
BUT MY BABY GHOST IS SUCH A SWEET HEART.
She said-
Navi: 'No! Keep typing it! I like to see all the capitalized words and the constant spelling and grammar mistakes.'
HEHE, she's so awesome apparently.
So I did the only sensible thing.-
Picasso: 'FUCK YOU! THIS IS STUPID, SO NO.'
I assume she was crushed. But it was for her own good! She needs to learn the same thing I had to teach Moth about mutes, GHOSTS HAVE NO SOULS AND THUS HAVE NO RIGHTS OR PRIVILEGES.
Plus, I can't hear her either. So shes like a mute ghost.
SOULLESS^2
MATH and shit. I know it. MY GHOST KNOWLEDGE IS FLAWLESS.
But, the whole little endeavor gave me an idea....
STAY TUNED FOR THE SEQUAL
The End? NOPE. Squeal. Already said that!
Picasso Entry End.
Monday, September 2, 2013
HAHA! NEW TITLE
So, I guess it was a mistake to mention on the blog that there is a person around that both Navi and Picasso can't see. You know, each other. I got two watch the two of them run around like lunatics trying to catch one another with a net. And because we only have one net, they were both trying to use the same net at the same time. And as they seem to be aware of each other on some unconscious level, neither of them ever managed to catch the other.... well accept for at the end there when they both caught themselves at the same time.
Quite frankly, I'm not entirely convinced they can't see each other. I think, and I can't be sure, but I am pretty sure this is an elaborate gag to fuck with me. Or... and this is far more likely, I've snapped. Maybe Navi isn't real.
I mean, I didn't really want to do what we did to that town. I did it because it was necessary but... it was still pretty fucked up. And Navi appeared out of nowhere, with everything we needed to get the job done and acting like a a terrified child who was doing something wrong. So much so, she almost stayed with the bomb.
What... if I almost killed myself back their. What if I'm na
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HAHA. Stole your labtop BITCH. OKAY. SOOOOO, I can't see navi, BUT SHE CAN APPARENTLY DO THINGS RIGHT?! Moth said she was driving and shit.
So like, CAN YOU SEE THIS?! SUPER ninja ghost bitch, I COMMAND YOU TO SEE THIS. See it now!
Do it! I
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Holy shit ghost computer! Hello scary ghost box. I am Navi. Who are you?!
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HOLY SHIT IT WORKED. Hello Navi ghost. I am Picasso ALIVE. You are GHOST, not me.
...
Would you two mind getting off of me? Two people can't type at the same fucking time.
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Dear soon to be MOTH GHOST, fuck you.
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Hey, be nice to Mr. Secret
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WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Who is Mr. Secrets?
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I am.
PAGENO
No. NO you are NOT.
Doty Page thing
God, I can't believe you acutally call him Moth. Moth is not a name.... and its like the stupidest code fake alias thing ever. Gasp! Oh no! The fucking Moth is coming! He wants sweaters and bubblegum and your dumb ass is out of quarters!
HAHAHAHAHABREAK
Hahahahaha. You're SO right. Oh no! Moth attack! Better light a candle and let him DESTROY HIMSELF.
...
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Why do you even bother typing if you aren't going to say anything? WHY AM I TYPING TO YOU? You can hear me.
Pagebreak and apparently the subject headliner?
No! You have to type it. I need to hear things!
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WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME
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Fuck. Why are you screaming in MY ear to make HER hear you?
PAGITTY BREAKITTY STUFF
YOU are the one who thinks shes you, YOU tell ME.
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Wait. Have I been typing her half of the conversation?
PPAaGgEeN OBPrEe
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Please, try not to type at the same time.
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HOW?! I can't like, SEE HER doing it and stuff.
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This stupid. We're done.
Outty.
Edit: I uh... decided what the fuck. I'm just gonna post this. I went back and color coordinated the post. Should make trying to read it slightly more bearable.
Moth (EDIT:EDIT: HAHA. Stole your shit, AGAIN! Compare yourself to me, THEN KILL YOURSELF. -P) Out.
Quite frankly, I'm not entirely convinced they can't see each other. I think, and I can't be sure, but I am pretty sure this is an elaborate gag to fuck with me. Or... and this is far more likely, I've snapped. Maybe Navi isn't real.
I mean, I didn't really want to do what we did to that town. I did it because it was necessary but... it was still pretty fucked up. And Navi appeared out of nowhere, with everything we needed to get the job done and acting like a a terrified child who was doing something wrong. So much so, she almost stayed with the bomb.
What... if I almost killed myself back their. What if I'm na
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HAHA. Stole your labtop BITCH. OKAY. SOOOOO, I can't see navi, BUT SHE CAN APPARENTLY DO THINGS RIGHT?! Moth said she was driving and shit.
So like, CAN YOU SEE THIS?! SUPER ninja ghost bitch, I COMMAND YOU TO SEE THIS. See it now!
Do it! I
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Holy shit ghost computer! Hello scary ghost box. I am Navi. Who are you?!
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HOLY SHIT IT WORKED. Hello Navi ghost. I am Picasso ALIVE. You are GHOST, not me.
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Would you two mind getting off of me? Two people can't type at the same fucking time.
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Dear soon to be MOTH GHOST, fuck you.
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Hey, be nice to Mr. Secret
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WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Who is Mr. Secrets?
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I am.
PAGENO
No. NO you are NOT.
Doty Page thing
God, I can't believe you acutally call him Moth. Moth is not a name.... and its like the stupidest code fake alias thing ever. Gasp! Oh no! The fucking Moth is coming! He wants sweaters and bubblegum and your dumb ass is out of quarters!
HAHAHAHAHABREAK
Hahahahaha. You're SO right. Oh no! Moth attack! Better light a candle and let him DESTROY HIMSELF.
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Why do you even bother typing if you aren't going to say anything? WHY AM I TYPING TO YOU? You can hear me.
Pagebreak and apparently the subject headliner?
No! You have to type it. I need to hear things!
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WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME
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Fuck. Why are you screaming in MY ear to make HER hear you?
PAGITTY BREAKITTY STUFF
YOU are the one who thinks shes you, YOU tell ME.
...
Wait. Have I been typing her half of the conversation?
PPAaGgEeN OBPrEe
a
kN
O
PNEope
...
Please, try not to type at the same time.
PAGEHOW
HOW?! I can't like, SEE HER doing it and stuff.
...
This stupid. We're done.
Outty.
Edit: I uh... decided what the fuck. I'm just gonna post this. I went back and color coordinated the post. Should make trying to read it slightly more bearable.
Moth (EDIT:EDIT: HAHA. Stole your shit, AGAIN! Compare yourself to me, THEN KILL YOURSELF. -P) Out.
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