I'm gonna rip you and Helrick's throats out the next time I fucking see you you sick sons of bitches.
Fucking cunts.
GGGGrrrrrrr... just... fucking grrrr.
I should have checked the blog sooner. I've been so busy trying to track down LeCroix. I thought I fucking had her a few times but apparently she put together a few red herrings to throw me off her fucking scent. Either that or Fuck Face did it for her. I don't know, but apparently he was definitely involved. As if Helrick's participation didn't make that clear.
The only reason I did bother to check was I nearly managed to corner her the other night before she slipped through my finger tips. It was only then that I realized she didn't have Picasso with her. When I didn't find her in the room LeCroix had been hiding out in, it occurred to me she might have escaped on her own.
So I hoped on the blog hoping Picasso had left a message for me there to find LeCroix had used it to report her successful mission to Fracture and fucking taunt me. Looking at Fracture's blog revealed that he fucking has Picasso now and that hes planning to do god know what with her. I wouldn't be terribly surprised if the sick fuck hollowed her and kept her like a fucking dog... like Duckie...
Stupid fucking Picasso. I don't understand her infatuation with Helrick.
That's what fucked us over.
Helrick and LeCroix showed up at our motel out of the blue. LeCroix came in with her hands up.
"Relax. Its me. Your friend... uh... Blondie? You like to call me blondie I believe.," said LeCroix
"Hey BLO-!.... wait... WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE," screamed Picasso as she pointed at Helrick.
"He helped me find you guys."
"..." I shifted into a combat stance and rested a hand on my weapon. I knew something was wrong. Picasso proceeded to freak out.
"No! FUCK THAT. He's working for FUCK FACE! He BETRAYED us! This is some sort of trick!"
To which Helrick responded by pulling out some flowers from behind his back.
"No, really," he insisted. "Fracture tried to kill you guys. He ended up killing three of his own guys who went rogue on him as a direct result of dissatisfaction in his ranks over how he was handling things! It was one thing when he had me hunting rakelings and trying to bring you two in alive but hes going to far. I know you. You're a good person. A beautiful wonderful person. You don't deserve to die," he insisted pressing the flowers closer to Picasso.
Picasso responded by hacking the flowers in half with one of her hatchets. "N-No! Y-You abandoned us. And you tried to kill us... and ME. Y-You can't REALLY-" she started but was quickly interrupted as Helrick reached out with his non-rakeclaw hand and pulled Picasso close against him by the wrist.
"I really mean it," he said with a confident tone.
"I-.... You-....," Picasso stammered blushing and looking up at him apparently taken back by this for some reason.
While she was doing that, Helrick grabbed a cloth hanging from the back of his belt and pressed it to her face and she passed right the fuck out. I'm assuming that was chloroform.
"I'm kind of sad that worked" he said letting her down on the ground gently, his eyes fixed on me as LeCroix pulled her gun into stance and made her way behind me.
I shifted my stance to try to keep an eye on both of them as Helrick stood back up and pulled his claw hand out of his arm sling. He pretends its broken so he can walk around in public with it in there.
"Like maybe I'm a bad person or something... although I would feel worse if she didn't respond to everything I said and did exactly like Fracture said she would. He really has you two figured out, you know that?" he said taking a stance.
"...."
And what followed was a rather short fight. I disarmed LeCroix of her gun, which took her out of the fight as she scrambled after it. As I recall, its both a keep sake and a weapon to her. Then I proceeded to break Helrick's rake claw arm. Rakeling claws may be good at ripping flesh but if you can pin the arm down, the mutation makes the arm itself rather frail.
I got back to LeCroix as she returned to her feet before she could line up a shot. I went in close where her gun did her a fuck lot of good and tried to wrestle it away from her again. She managed to push me back but I sprang forward again to her surprise and slammed her head against the wall, dazing her so I could disarm her again and check on Helrick.
I didn't deal with LeCroix fast enough that time. I turned around and got a good and sudden right hook from Helrick to the face, knocking me out cold. Naturally, took off with Picasso while I was out cold.
I'm not sure why they didn't take me too. Or kill me even. They just left me there on the floor.
When I got up, I started tracking them down. You know the rest from there.
I think I could have taken them one on one but I couldn't get at both of them fast enough in a two on one situation. I was fucked.
No point in chasing LeCroix anymore now that I know she doesn't have Picasso. And I still can't get at Fracture and his compound, less so now that I'm down my screaming psychopath.
I'm just... all around fucked...
Sloth... any ideas...?
Moth out.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
FUCKING BULLSHIT
EVERYWHERE.
We went to the library, CLEANED OUT.
The cemetery, CLEANED OUT.
The FUCKING SHED out in the middle of fucking NOWHERE, cleaned OUT
Every single location we've been able to identify as important in Duckie's little journals have already been picked CLEAN. Hours of time reading and ciphering, WASTED. Hours of driving. FOR FUCKING NOTHING. Day upon days upon days or searching, MEANINGLESS.
Fracture beat us too each and every one of them. I should have fucking figured. He HAS Duckie. He could just ASK Duckie where he hid all his sit. It's probably been cleared out for well over a year now. FUCK.
Running out of options.
I just want him to DIE.... is that so wrong?
We went to the library, CLEANED OUT.
The cemetery, CLEANED OUT.
The FUCKING SHED out in the middle of fucking NOWHERE, cleaned OUT
Every single location we've been able to identify as important in Duckie's little journals have already been picked CLEAN. Hours of time reading and ciphering, WASTED. Hours of driving. FOR FUCKING NOTHING. Day upon days upon days or searching, MEANINGLESS.
Fracture beat us too each and every one of them. I should have fucking figured. He HAS Duckie. He could just ASK Duckie where he hid all his sit. It's probably been cleared out for well over a year now. FUCK.
Running out of options.
I just want him to DIE.... is that so wrong?
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Plenty to Not Report
Moth here~
La, la la and such shit. It took me a while to realize Duckie wrote that into ALL of the diaries he collected.
Its two music symbols. A single note followed by two notes connected by one line at both of their heights. I think it reads as something along the lines of 'Ta, Te-Te' in music language.
Apparently its the placement on the music sheet that turns notes from generic ta's and te-te's into la's, mi's, fa's, and du's.
Its all incredibly fucking arbitrary.
I think Duckie used the symbols to denote important information as they shows up several times in every diary. I've noticed on the pages where the musical notes show up, two margin lines on the page have been darkened. I think this was meant to turn the page into a music line.
If I'm right, its the worst fucking cipher ever. The trick to it, is the note placement in relation to the darkened margins has to turn the music notes into La's. I think that is the important info. Pages denoted by the notes but whose margins turn those notes into sounds other than La's are presumably red herrings. Knowing that sadistic fucker, they probably lead to death traps somehow.
Trying to determine if these notes read as La's is a pain in the ass as one note will often be at the top of the page and the other will be at the bottom. Both of which are comparatively way the fuck away from the music bar margins. Apparently, every half line out of the margin denotes a sound too.
It works something like this:
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
--------------------------fa--------------------------------
mi
--------------------------re--------------------------------
do
--------------------------si--------------------------------
la
--------------------------sol--------------------------------
fa
--------------------------mi--------------------------------
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
And so on, forever.
So I have to sit here and mark the pages to try to determine if both symbols are denoting la's. And that's assuming all this isn't just me being fucking crazy.
So that's what we're up to. Besides hitting Fracture's operations dressed as feds (Thank you again Picasso for fucking giving that away in the last post. Stupid.), we're hunting down locations from Ducki'e's diary things that we think are being highlighted to us by this ridiculous fucking cipher.
As much as I would hate to let Picasso say much more about what we are up to, that is all that is currently safe to share. We'll let you know if we find anything cool or if I'm just completely off my fucking rocker.
Moth out.
La, la la and such shit. It took me a while to realize Duckie wrote that into ALL of the diaries he collected.
Its two music symbols. A single note followed by two notes connected by one line at both of their heights. I think it reads as something along the lines of 'Ta, Te-Te' in music language.
Apparently its the placement on the music sheet that turns notes from generic ta's and te-te's into la's, mi's, fa's, and du's.
Its all incredibly fucking arbitrary.
I think Duckie used the symbols to denote important information as they shows up several times in every diary. I've noticed on the pages where the musical notes show up, two margin lines on the page have been darkened. I think this was meant to turn the page into a music line.
If I'm right, its the worst fucking cipher ever. The trick to it, is the note placement in relation to the darkened margins has to turn the music notes into La's. I think that is the important info. Pages denoted by the notes but whose margins turn those notes into sounds other than La's are presumably red herrings. Knowing that sadistic fucker, they probably lead to death traps somehow.
Trying to determine if these notes read as La's is a pain in the ass as one note will often be at the top of the page and the other will be at the bottom. Both of which are comparatively way the fuck away from the music bar margins. Apparently, every half line out of the margin denotes a sound too.
It works something like this:
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
--------------------------fa--------------------------------
mi
--------------------------re--------------------------------
do
--------------------------si--------------------------------
la
--------------------------sol--------------------------------
fa
--------------------------mi--------------------------------
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
fa
mi
re
do
si
la
sol
And so on, forever.
So I have to sit here and mark the pages to try to determine if both symbols are denoting la's. And that's assuming all this isn't just me being fucking crazy.
So that's what we're up to. Besides hitting Fracture's operations dressed as feds (Thank you again Picasso for fucking giving that away in the last post. Stupid.), we're hunting down locations from Ducki'e's diary things that we think are being highlighted to us by this ridiculous fucking cipher.
As much as I would hate to let Picasso say much more about what we are up to, that is all that is currently safe to share. We'll let you know if we find anything cool or if I'm just completely off my fucking rocker.
Moth out.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Retcon?
Is it retcon if it actually never happened?
WHAT IS RETCON.
Like a comic book thing right? Pretty sure it means you're not dead. I'm retcon. Very retcon!
Couldn't possibly be more retcon. NOT EVEN IF THERE WERE TWO OF ME.
...I think.
Okay, maybe if there was two of me. But that's like, probably impossible. IMPLAUSIBLE.
You know who isn't retcon?
The lovely, lacy, and muscular LYS.
WHICH, if fucking BULLSHIT.
YOU PROMISED YOU'D NEVER LEAVE ME. If you weren't dead I'd fucking kill you.
When I do die, I'M CRUSHING YOUR GHOST. With like, a ghost tractor or something... have to make sure I take a tractor down with me when I go.
Tractors die right? That's a thing.
...
So the jig is up! No more dancing. We're retcon.
Me, Moth, and presumably Navi.
Can't fucking see Navi but I'm assured by my mute that Navi is still there! That's... what the fuck is MY LIFE where that's a sentence?
Huff.
...
So... apparently Sloth has yet to give up his fucking phone and Fracture used that to figure his involvement in our little disappearing act.
Not that that would have mattered anyways as his bitch girl friend... thing... saw fit to BRAG about it.
Poor planning. POOR PLANNING.
Shes gonna get him killed... then I'm gonna gut her.
...
STORY TIME.
Okay, so LIKE, the Finest were closing in on us. Closing in on us real good. We were losing sleep and shit, had to keep moving, and everyone was starting to go a little STIR crazy from how long we had to keep ourselves crammed in the car. It like, SUCKED, and shit.
Guess you could kind of hear it in our tone, because Sloth picked up on it when we called to check in.
And he was all 'God. You sound like shit.'
And I was all 'Fuck you shit breath! At least I don't run around dressed like a homeless person covered in my own fucking VOMIT for authenticity. Go fuck yourself. And what the fuck was your little stunt on the roof! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE ON ME. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! Do you fucking hear me?! I WILL FEED YOU YOUR LIVER IF YOU EVER DO THAT SHIT AGAIN. Maybe wear your skin. You have such nice skin. I have no idea how you pass as homeless for how incredibly delicate you are.'
And he was all, '... Glad you're a live too.'
And I was all, 'Whatever.'
And his bitch girl friend was all, 'Don't take that.'
And I was like, 'BITCH I WILL COME THROUGH THIS PHONE AND FEED YOU HIS LIVER.'
And there was like, 3-5 hours of fighting over the phone while we drove... or... I'm being told it was 15 minutes. But it felt like 3-5 hours. I fucking hate her.
And we hung up on each other in a huff.
I was like, huff.
Or... HUFF, would probably be more accurate.
Sloth called us again the day after that. Asked us where we were.
Which was highly suspicious. Sloth, is not to be trusted...
But I took the leap of faith on that one. Told him where we were and where we were headed.
He was like, 'Okay, I have three of my contacts coming to meet you. They're former masks who have agreed to break their oath to help us.'
'What?' I asked. 'That's like, IMPOSSIBLE or something right? I've practically skinned Moth alive once in loop. He didn't so much as scream.'
'If you can give someone the right cause they'll break any promise,' he assured me.
'...What did you DO?' I questioned.
'Nothing. They're on our side. We can trust them.'
'BULLSHIT. What did you do?!'
'Uh... just trust me okay?'
'Fine, but this still SOUNDS like bullshit.'
So we met them at a gas station where we switched cars.
They were dressed like us, dyed their hair like us, and honestly kind of looked like us.
One of them even had pieces of mask glued to their face to look like me. She was soooo cute. Hehe.
I'm fucking BEAUTIFUL.
So they kept on the path we were taking and we took off in the opposite direction and drove as far away from them as humanly possible.
And we've just been like... laying low. We've been hitting Fracture's men and points of operation but we've been disguised as feds.
He never even thought it was us. Dumb ASS.
We're gonna see if we can stay low profile and keep hitting Fracture. Probably means this blogs gonna be a lot quieter. We can't really talk about what or where we are hitting or he'll close in on us again but we're still on the attack. We're gonna win.
...
SAD to see our poor doppelgangers. Especially mine. She was so perfect in every way... so pretty.
I feel like... I owe it to them to explain what really happened to them.
So for the most part what the blog details over the last few posted isn't inaccurate.
They got cornered into a loop and broke the anchor behind them.
FakeMe and FakeMoth did not get along. FakeMoth was being forced to relive the same day over and over again and got tired of fakeME and tried killing her but FAKEnavi would retaliate and kill him and when they found out that FakeMoth was doing this everyday they killed him and tossed him out the loop to make it permanent.
Now, one thing that is different than what was portrayed, is FAKEme and fakeNavi could see and communicate with each other UNLIKE realme and realNavi.
They used the blogs to keep track of what they explored in the loop because they couldn't remember anything every time the loop reset.
But they stopped being able to come back and post for some reason. PRESUMABLY, Fracture was altering the loop the kill them once they had traveled far enough.
We do know for a fact he was CLOSING the loop down slowly until there was NOTHING left but the room they kept waking up in.
Fakeme couldn't handle the pressure... she threw herself into the monsters waiting for them in the Path.
FakeNavi was a boss. She kept to the mission.
They had explosives with them. The plan was for them to blow themselves up and take finest with them.
This, was Fakenavi trying to bait them to go into the loop so she could blow them up and hopefully kill everyone.
Its implied that what she got instead was burned alive.
Not exactly Fracture's style though... fuck face likes to take them in alive.
But I wouldn't put it past him.
So THAT, is the ballad of FakeNavi, Fakeme, and fakemoth.
They were true heroes and one of them was FUCKING fabulous.
They were too GOOD for this world...
Especially the fabulous one.
Picasso entry end.
WHAT IS RETCON.
Like a comic book thing right? Pretty sure it means you're not dead. I'm retcon. Very retcon!
Couldn't possibly be more retcon. NOT EVEN IF THERE WERE TWO OF ME.
...I think.
Okay, maybe if there was two of me. But that's like, probably impossible. IMPLAUSIBLE.
You know who isn't retcon?
The lovely, lacy, and muscular LYS.
WHICH, if fucking BULLSHIT.
YOU PROMISED YOU'D NEVER LEAVE ME. If you weren't dead I'd fucking kill you.
When I do die, I'M CRUSHING YOUR GHOST. With like, a ghost tractor or something... have to make sure I take a tractor down with me when I go.
Tractors die right? That's a thing.
...
So the jig is up! No more dancing. We're retcon.
Me, Moth, and presumably Navi.
Can't fucking see Navi but I'm assured by my mute that Navi is still there! That's... what the fuck is MY LIFE where that's a sentence?
Huff.
...
So... apparently Sloth has yet to give up his fucking phone and Fracture used that to figure his involvement in our little disappearing act.
Not that that would have mattered anyways as his bitch girl friend... thing... saw fit to BRAG about it.
Poor planning. POOR PLANNING.
Shes gonna get him killed... then I'm gonna gut her.
...
STORY TIME.
Okay, so LIKE, the Finest were closing in on us. Closing in on us real good. We were losing sleep and shit, had to keep moving, and everyone was starting to go a little STIR crazy from how long we had to keep ourselves crammed in the car. It like, SUCKED, and shit.
Guess you could kind of hear it in our tone, because Sloth picked up on it when we called to check in.
And he was all 'God. You sound like shit.'
And I was all 'Fuck you shit breath! At least I don't run around dressed like a homeless person covered in my own fucking VOMIT for authenticity. Go fuck yourself. And what the fuck was your little stunt on the roof! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE ON ME. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! Do you fucking hear me?! I WILL FEED YOU YOUR LIVER IF YOU EVER DO THAT SHIT AGAIN. Maybe wear your skin. You have such nice skin. I have no idea how you pass as homeless for how incredibly delicate you are.'
And he was all, '... Glad you're a live too.'
And I was all, 'Whatever.'
And his bitch girl friend was all, 'Don't take that.'
And I was like, 'BITCH I WILL COME THROUGH THIS PHONE AND FEED YOU HIS LIVER.'
And there was like, 3-5 hours of fighting over the phone while we drove... or... I'm being told it was 15 minutes. But it felt like 3-5 hours. I fucking hate her.
And we hung up on each other in a huff.
I was like, huff.
Or... HUFF, would probably be more accurate.
Sloth called us again the day after that. Asked us where we were.
Which was highly suspicious. Sloth, is not to be trusted...
But I took the leap of faith on that one. Told him where we were and where we were headed.
He was like, 'Okay, I have three of my contacts coming to meet you. They're former masks who have agreed to break their oath to help us.'
'What?' I asked. 'That's like, IMPOSSIBLE or something right? I've practically skinned Moth alive once in loop. He didn't so much as scream.'
'If you can give someone the right cause they'll break any promise,' he assured me.
'...What did you DO?' I questioned.
'Nothing. They're on our side. We can trust them.'
'BULLSHIT. What did you do?!'
'Uh... just trust me okay?'
'Fine, but this still SOUNDS like bullshit.'
So we met them at a gas station where we switched cars.
They were dressed like us, dyed their hair like us, and honestly kind of looked like us.
One of them even had pieces of mask glued to their face to look like me. She was soooo cute. Hehe.
I'm fucking BEAUTIFUL.
So they kept on the path we were taking and we took off in the opposite direction and drove as far away from them as humanly possible.
And we've just been like... laying low. We've been hitting Fracture's men and points of operation but we've been disguised as feds.
He never even thought it was us. Dumb ASS.
We're gonna see if we can stay low profile and keep hitting Fracture. Probably means this blogs gonna be a lot quieter. We can't really talk about what or where we are hitting or he'll close in on us again but we're still on the attack. We're gonna win.
...
SAD to see our poor doppelgangers. Especially mine. She was so perfect in every way... so pretty.
I feel like... I owe it to them to explain what really happened to them.
So for the most part what the blog details over the last few posted isn't inaccurate.
They got cornered into a loop and broke the anchor behind them.
FakeMe and FakeMoth did not get along. FakeMoth was being forced to relive the same day over and over again and got tired of fakeME and tried killing her but FAKEnavi would retaliate and kill him and when they found out that FakeMoth was doing this everyday they killed him and tossed him out the loop to make it permanent.
Now, one thing that is different than what was portrayed, is FAKEme and fakeNavi could see and communicate with each other UNLIKE realme and realNavi.
They used the blogs to keep track of what they explored in the loop because they couldn't remember anything every time the loop reset.
But they stopped being able to come back and post for some reason. PRESUMABLY, Fracture was altering the loop the kill them once they had traveled far enough.
We do know for a fact he was CLOSING the loop down slowly until there was NOTHING left but the room they kept waking up in.
Fakeme couldn't handle the pressure... she threw herself into the monsters waiting for them in the Path.
FakeNavi was a boss. She kept to the mission.
They had explosives with them. The plan was for them to blow themselves up and take finest with them.
This, was Fakenavi trying to bait them to go into the loop so she could blow them up and hopefully kill everyone.
Its implied that what she got instead was burned alive.
Not exactly Fracture's style though... fuck face likes to take them in alive.
But I wouldn't put it past him.
So THAT, is the ballad of FakeNavi, Fakeme, and fakemoth.
They were true heroes and one of them was FUCKING fabulous.
They were too GOOD for this world...
Especially the fabulous one.
Picasso entry end.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
I'm Pretty Sure...
...we're fucked.
Navi here.
I can see now somethings gone terribly wrong.
As I understand it, looking back at the older posts, there is supposed to be a "north" and "west" path. A full crossroads of paths. On in each cardinal direction.
There are two hallways now. They form an imaginary 'L' I guess. I'm assuming the north path had some sort of indicator we were working off of before that is no longer there as we did not feel the need to explain which path was which before. Or maybe one of the other ones had the indicator. Doesn't Matter.
What ever the indicator was, its seems to have disappeared with one of the hallways.
Worse yet, the 'hallways' are only about 12 feet long now. They end in dead ends. Occasionally, one of those hallways will suddenly turn red with blood splatters and then Picasso will stop responding to me on the computer so I think they're booby trapped somehow.
We've been having personal reflections and chats in drafts that will never see the light of day. That shit was... far to personal.
I occurred to me over the course of our chats to ask, "Is it possible they've been altering the loop from the path or the real world without us noticing?"
I got this response. "Very possible."
She thought such meddling may also have been why we could't remember our yesterdays when we reset, which was a troubling notion.
Then we got into an argument about what to do next.
In the simplest possible terms, it seems Picasso decided she wasn't gonna give Fracture the satisfaction and, supposedly, threw herself into the monsters waiting for us in the Path.
Something I, writing this now, find hard to believe but reading my own responses and begging from that moment... I have to assume it happened. I don't think I would lie to myself about seeing the path. That place is so... horrible.
I just don't understand how she could do that. It seemed unlike her. I guess I never truly grasped the depth of her spite for Fracture... never even really got to meet her.
All I've ever known of her has been words on a screen... and that's all she'll ever be now.
I just... I don't want to do this anymore. Fracture, please, I can't take this. Piecing this all together is heartbreaking and I'm sure re-reading this over and over again will be just as horrible.
I surrender. They're both dead... this was never even my fight to began with so I'm done. I just want out.
I'm at your mercy.
Just, free me from this timeless hell.
Navi here.
I can see now somethings gone terribly wrong.
As I understand it, looking back at the older posts, there is supposed to be a "north" and "west" path. A full crossroads of paths. On in each cardinal direction.
There are two hallways now. They form an imaginary 'L' I guess. I'm assuming the north path had some sort of indicator we were working off of before that is no longer there as we did not feel the need to explain which path was which before. Or maybe one of the other ones had the indicator. Doesn't Matter.
What ever the indicator was, its seems to have disappeared with one of the hallways.
Worse yet, the 'hallways' are only about 12 feet long now. They end in dead ends. Occasionally, one of those hallways will suddenly turn red with blood splatters and then Picasso will stop responding to me on the computer so I think they're booby trapped somehow.
We've been having personal reflections and chats in drafts that will never see the light of day. That shit was... far to personal.
I occurred to me over the course of our chats to ask, "Is it possible they've been altering the loop from the path or the real world without us noticing?"
I got this response. "Very possible."
She thought such meddling may also have been why we could't remember our yesterdays when we reset, which was a troubling notion.
Then we got into an argument about what to do next.
In the simplest possible terms, it seems Picasso decided she wasn't gonna give Fracture the satisfaction and, supposedly, threw herself into the monsters waiting for us in the Path.
Something I, writing this now, find hard to believe but reading my own responses and begging from that moment... I have to assume it happened. I don't think I would lie to myself about seeing the path. That place is so... horrible.
I just don't understand how she could do that. It seemed unlike her. I guess I never truly grasped the depth of her spite for Fracture... never even really got to meet her.
All I've ever known of her has been words on a screen... and that's all she'll ever be now.
I just... I don't want to do this anymore. Fracture, please, I can't take this. Piecing this all together is heartbreaking and I'm sure re-reading this over and over again will be just as horrible.
I surrender. They're both dead... this was never even my fight to began with so I'm done. I just want out.
I'm at your mercy.
Just, free me from this timeless hell.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)