tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59869197065726207782024-02-20T07:39:18.690-08:00White Elephants [Archive]Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-55754854331610610652011-12-06T01:58:00.001-08:002011-12-20T01:59:37.421-08:00The Only Thing You Need To Remember<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">There is a dark jungle next to a village. People who went into that jungle didn't come out. One day, a few people with torches went in. They were told not to, but they did it anyway. Only a few returned, dying, hurt, betrayed, broken, wounded, and more than a few dead. All of them with bleeding claw marks. Before the remaining ones died, this is what they say:</span></span><br />
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</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">"Within the Jungle is a Tiger. It is tall, thin, and is the most frightening thing you will know. Its many claws are made of obsidian, and it has the most horrible eyes. But...it is just a Tiger, and it bleeds."</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;">The villagers still fear the Jungle. They still fear the Tiger and take precautions...but they know it is just a Tiger. A creature of Shadows but NOT Unknown. Perhaps one day the Tiger will be slain...it is unlikely. However, there is no need for pointless, soul withering, fear.</span></span><br />
<i><b>It is a monster, but the monster bleeds.</b></i>Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-79907505599642609952011-12-06T01:58:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:59:37.423-08:00[Blog Wiped]Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-7796966018816493682011-08-17T01:57:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:59:37.428-08:00The Path of Black Leaves is Mine now.<br />
My Dear Friend is dead, buried, and firmly planted.<br />
The Trees hold sway here now.<br />
He That Is does not come here, nor any more of His Own.<br />
I am alone.<br />
<br />
I know now that it wasn't worthless. None of it. Cynthia is Truly Free. Redlight is Forever Gone. We have Taken Territory away from He That Is.<br />
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It is not a big victory. He That Is has countless other Paths and Spaces to use. There will be another one like Redlight. Other children will be Taken. This is no turning point, or even a slowing point.<br />
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But this is the first time He and His have Lost.<br />
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The Monster Bleeds.<br />
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Feel bad about that girl who helped cause this. Bad luck and curiosity will undo anyone. However, throw a wrench into anything, and you'll surprise yourself as to what you can do in the wreckage.<br />
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Going away now. Most likely for good, body's all but given up now. Have much to do, much to work with, and the nights are getting longer.<br />
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Hold.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-63291995530321237082011-07-12T18:00:00.000-07:002015-08-13T22:31:48.816-07:00[Several posts written by another author were originally posted on the WE blog. These posts are not part of the White Elephants story and are available on the blog "<a href="http://uponthestairs.blogspot.com/">Upon the Stairs"</a>. <br />
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EDIT 08/14/15: It appears the blog "Upon the Stairs" has been removed and the URL taken up by a spam account. I do have an html copy of the blog. Email me if you would like to read it. I may make a new blog to post archives of deleted blogs(there are several). If I do, it will be on my profile.]Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-11597313323244725442011-06-29T01:42:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.536-08:00FarwellFinally heard the news about Zero.<br />
Poor bastard.<br />
Maduin's shifted away his title and Amelia has been gone for half a year now.<br />
I suppose its for the best.<br />
<br />
If you're a Sage you will do more good than you can possibly know,<br />
But your mind and body are going to be ruined forever.<br />
<br />
We changed what the title means.<br />
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I'm not exactly sure who the new Sages are or who's leading the charge now. Which ones of us are fighting or running or is a Proxy...I'm too tired and too crazed to care much.<br />
<br />
Funny joke. Saw Him watching a group of kids, always like that. So I shuffled towards Him. Partly to fight, partly to distract, maybe hoping a little that He'd rip me up. The kids don't see Him, but they see me...and they run to their mommies and daddies crying about the 'scary tall, thin, pale, bald man' and point to me. I stay calm and tell the adults that I am merely an individual with a severe case of cancer, who still tries to keep healthy by walking in parks, so sorry about the trouble. I look the part now, and most people are apologetic but...and here's the joke...one of the mothers was a complete and utter bitch and said unto me:<br />
"My kid will have nightmares about you! She thinks you're out to get her!"<br />
<br />
I can't help but laugh.<br />
<br />
Sorry, Zero.<br />
There is going to be a crowd of people waiting to kick my ass when I finally stop.<br />
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It's up to the Delmonts now. Cynthia will eventually contact them, making a break for it. They'll go to her, but Redlight will be waiting. Then I'll be there.<br />
Then after that I won't really be anywhere. Maybe.<br />
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Until then, I shuffle along...observing the bodies, damage, and desolation my work has created. I know that, despite it all, I personally won my fight against Him...but was I any use to anyone else?<br />
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Have I done any good?Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-46081824738514182862011-06-08T01:41:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.538-08:00Waiting for Rozencrantz and GuildensternWell, the last of my hair fell out yesterday. Turns out my head actually has a couple of lumps and bumps on it. I look like a potato attached to a pipe cleaner stick man. On the plus side, people treat me with that measured wariness that they give to obvious cancer patients and people they know are terminal. They're polite and kind, but afraid of me. I am an Avatar of Death's Inevitability, a concept that people do many many things to reject for as long as possible.<br />
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Never felt better in my life though. Things are so much clearer now. No idea if this means I'm back to sanity or if I'm now fully in a hallucinatory state, but at least now I'm calm, rational, and can make coherent sentences.<br />
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They don't see me anymore. Honestly Morningstar, I was literally standing right behind you in line at the register and you didn't notice. Also, I'm the one who spilled all that ink on the blouse you bought, and the one who kept stealing the tires to Ridley's bike. It's been hilarious.<br />
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Redlight can still see me though, or at least he can detect my presence. I was scouting Cynthia, gave her a small gift, and he was there. I know he knew I was there. When I use the Path of Black Leaves now I have to be careful, he has the...the Residents...there sniffing around for me.<br />
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We're at a stalemate right now. All we can do is protect what we can, and little harassments on the side. It's Cynthia and her parents that will decide when the finale begins.<br />
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Once that happens...either it's the end of the story and the Tragic Hero exits the Stage after rescuing the Damsel...or Redlight is freed.<br />
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He is here. Watching me across the street from the greenbelt as I sit in a cafe with my phone. I'm not frightened of him anymore. He is inevitable. I think he likes us when we fight him. Trash against him, run and scream and keep on clinging to whatever shreds we have. He is not kind. He is not something to be accepted or embraced. I will oppose him forever, even after I'm gone, I'm still going to be here. Flinging starfish out of his reach. Can't save them all. But every one that I do is a win for me. Cynthia is the first, and then...a brief rest...and the Work will begin.<br />
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He is gone. I obviously bore him now.<br />
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Ah well, Rika's sitting two chairs away. I'll go dump my scalding hot coffee in her lap and then be on my way.<br />
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Wow, she screams REALLY loud. It's these little things that you have to appreciate.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-77465766016607666092011-05-08T01:40:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.540-08:00TreeGot what I needed from the Tree.<br />
Zero's mostly right. The thing is real, and it is horrible.<br />
However, there was no malice from it. Not even after I snipped off what I needed.<br />
Could be that my status is what kept it from being 'active' but I watched that damn thing for hours.<br />
It is a horrible thing. It can't flower here (Thank God) but I know it's a Tree of Black Leaves.<br />
It whispers...but they mean nothing. Not really. Just as a seashell echos the ocean within, these kind of...things...have the echos of all the horrible deeds done in darkness within them. Slowly leaking out, becoming those horrid whispers you hear when you think you might not be fully alone.<br />
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Hard part's over. Just need to wait it out now.<br />
Not worried about time. The Core Theory's finished and I am now a part of it.<br />
Redlight is already dead, even if he doesn't know it yet. His slaves will burn.<br />
Rika, Morningstar, Steward, and the others? Enjoy your time...because I am going to leave each and every one of you on the ground, writhing in pain, cursing my name, and whimpering.<br />
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When I go out, every Proxy is going to know it and have it branded on their flesh.<br />
You can't stop it. You can't stop me.<br />
So, sit back and enjoy your time...but know that your all about to suffer the final curse of the Sages.<span style="color: white;">A</span>Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-24448075411014907922011-05-06T01:40:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.543-08:00PurposeCynthia, Dahlia, and a hundred others.<br />
I think that after everything, if...if I'm still hanging around I'll use the time to help them.<br />
Maybe even after...a hallucination of a miserable old specter skulking playgrounds, chasing away parents so the children are kept away from Him.<br />
Skin's starting to flake off. Can't stomach solids. Baby food now.<br />
Hearing whispers, seeing things, unless a Runner, Proxy, or He is nearby I can't focus.<br />
Using my old iphone to post this stuff.<br />
Going to face the Tree tomorrow. Need something from it...God I hope that it actually exists. Or at least exists enough for my purposes.<br />
Message to the Delmonts...follow Cynthia's request. You HAVE to be there.<br />
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I will never stop.<br />
You hear me? I will NEVER stop!<br />
Even after I'm gone, you bastards wont have beaten me! You tried and tried and tried but you NEVER. BEAT. ME.<br />
I WILL NEVER STOP FIGHTING! I WILL NEVER STOP TRYING! I WILL NEVER. STOP.<br />
You think HE'S unstoppable? Well LOOK AT ROBERT SAGEL! I am the creator of Core Thoery! I am the First Sage! I am rotting away, scared, and so very very tired. BUT I NEVER GAVE IN!<br />
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Never stop. You hear me everyone? Never stop...it's how it will finally end. Don't despair...get mad, and never stop.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-33552471666125535442011-05-03T01:39:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.544-08:00ProxiesThey're getting more and more erratic.<br />
Redlight's little retinue has gone hunting.<br />
The new Rika and Moriningstar and the others yap yap yaaaap.<br />
I watched one just continue to walk into a wall for a while, like a glitchy video game character.<br />
The Core Theory holds...well the new/original one before it was corrupted by Him, Them, and mostly by my own damn ego.<br />
Anyway, general warning to all. The Proxies are going to become more and more erratic/violent in their behavior. Ignore Rika, Steward, and the other chatty ones, they're going to still be the same for a while and be a generic annoyance to all.<br />
It's the others you have to look out for. The ones that don't talk anymore.<br />
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We need to reduced the number of Proxies out there. It's vitally important. Eventually they'll all end up on the ground, drooling, but the sooner it's back to just Us and Him, the better.<br />
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Thankfully, when I'm Done the number of those kind of Proxies should be severely reduced. At least we'll be rid of the Red Rat Bastard.<br />
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So, Zero. I'm ready when you are, man.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-2620748834248845342011-04-28T01:38:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.546-08:00ZeroHey man, we need to talk.<br />
We're in the same area actually.<br />
I'll see you in the Library after hours.<br />
This isn't a trap or a trick.<br />
All of my clock's are running out soon, and I don't have any desire to waste time fighting with you.<br />
Can't say I approve, but I'm done dictating what people's roles are.<br />
A little late, I know.<br />
Anyway, I'll be there. Come to talk, or come to fight, your call.<br />
See you soon.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-64114229338770947332011-04-22T01:38:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.548-08:00Back AgainNo way of making you guys trust this, but it is me. You wont see that bastard here anymore. He's not leaving Cynthia, too risky.<br />
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If you're wondering how I dropped off the radar...don't. It was a chancy procedure at best, I got lucky, and even then I'm not going to see Christmas. My hair's already started to fall out.<br />
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Anyway, I'm not trying to fight Him anymore. Finally understand that it's not my bit. The Core Theory is true, but not how I wanted it to be. He will be ended, and there will be signs...but not now, and not to me. What person doesn't hope to be a hero at some point in his life? It wasn't my part though, I tried to make it my own. Reshape things, and let us all reform this into something we wanted...and naturally it was wrongheaded at the start. This is a river that forks in many places, and bends several times. You CAN choose your destiny in how to end this, but it will end...usually with Him.<br />
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I am not supposed to, can not, will not, stop Him.<br />
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However, I am going to kill Redlight. That much I CAN do.<br />
And I know how.<br />
But it has to be fast, because if he gets away then he's gone.<br />
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A little note to all of his flunkies and wellwishers. He's not trying to save you as well. All those puppets? He's going to leave them to rot, and leave you with Him. Odds are that he's going to kill you in his exodus. Redlight cares only for his own hide, and despite his show and dance along with his lies, he doesn't care for Cynthia.<br />
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He only cares about his own escape...and his escape vehicle.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-17197176619513306322011-04-19T01:37:00.001-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.550-08:00Thank you for informing me. Especially for doing it so publicly.<br />
I understand that you did not have a phone and I insisted on an update at the soonest possible moment.<br />
So please report back...<br />
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I have to give you a proper debriefing.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-54887598687177370792011-04-19T01:37:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.551-08:00He's not here.<br />
Apartment's empty, just this laptop and a sticky note that had the password for this blog.<br />
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...<br />
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Redlight, are you CERTAIN that Sagel isn't dead?<br />
Then how is he no longer Seen?Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-71034258508329576512011-04-01T01:36:00.000-07:002011-12-20T01:49:03.553-08:00AlexandriaBack home. Returned to my job. Been living normal since the last time I put info in here, give or take a few days of interview and travel.<br />
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Please do not contact me or visit me. I'm going to have to go silent for a while. Too much activity here will ruin everything.<br />
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I'll be back though. This is not a retreat.<br />
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Because --- will come back here. --- will try for the kids in the park across from work again. --- will leak into people's minds once more.<br />
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Winning is impossible. Defeat is a pipe dream.<br />
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But I can Not Lose.<br />
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Of course, this might be just another failed attempt...but the New Theory is complete.<br />
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And as I said before, I have lived long enough to become a tired old fool, weak in so many ways.<br />
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What is left for me but Windmills?Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-57561865608263050902011-03-03T01:35:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:03.554-08:00Revised Core TheoryKNOWN<br />
1) --- was in existence before knowledge came of it.<br />
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2) Exposure of --- existence to a population causes it to become more active.<br />
As for changes in being/intelligence/behavior/etc no idea whatsoever.<br />
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3) Propagation of ---'s story by way of the internet did. not. help.<br />
But don't worry, just THINKING about --- doesn't cause you to be targeted. It's...more complex than that. It's Step Number 1, but you need to do three of four more things as well. Odds are good though that you do those things daily. More on this later.<br />
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4) No amount of changing ---'s story can result in its destruction.<br />
I'm sorry Zero. So, incredibly sorry.<br />
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5) No story or Title can change who we are, nor can it change weapons or make spells, or do anything. Stick with M's rules as best you can.<br />
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6) It WILL die, and there will be no young. It is a singular creature feeding off a limited resource.<br />
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Anything else is conjecture and speculation. I'm not revealing any more. Too easy to get distracted or corrupted by the redlight. In the town of Alexandria's, working on my entrance and preparing for my interview.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-84022591924345700512011-03-01T01:35:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:03.556-08:00ReasonI'm not going to deny that my grip on reality and sanity is by the fingertips, and that's on the best of days. But I need to do this. If I'm right then it's a win. If not, then I'm of no use to anyone anymore, and it's best if I drop off the grid and become a nebulous figure. Anyway, onto my lead...<br />
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Alexandria is a monster, a normal one, but much more foul.<br />
She's been convicted and sentenced for Infanticide. Her own. All five of them.<br />
She did it. Not ---.<br />
It was her way of saving them. She knew it would tear through her and then onto them and she wanted to spare them the pain. If it makes her seem any better it was by a quick injection, while they were asleep.<br />
She's in another 'Fairfax'...not giving the real name. She isn't called Alexandria either.<br />
Of course they locked her up, with a story like hers (and ours) who wouldn't?<br />
It's very important I find her. She has something that I need to restart the Core Theory.<br />
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She knows ---'s First Name.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-60950065726440180392011-02-27T01:34:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:03.558-08:00StableLook up Wallace Shawn's essay 'Fever' that's about how I feel right now.<br />
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Reach and Tony are gone. No idea where. Best if I don't go and find them. As much as I have distaste for M's methods, his rule on groups has merit.<br />
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I do have to say something though. The Core Theory has a flaw. A damn big one. I know, I've seen proof in Fairfax that it's something viable, that it's got some merit. But it's...it's like trying to hit an exact frequency with unlabeled dials that occasionally change their tuning...and right now redlight has their hands on one of them.<br />
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Some of the strongest supporters of the Core Theory, from nearly the beginning, were redlights. My data is corrupted in almost every point.<br />
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I have to start over.<br />
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I'm okay with that. I have a lead.<br />
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Let me be struck down with insanity again and again and again. I keep coming back. I'll keep coming back and I'll keep trying to stop them and ---. Maybe eventually I'll break, but everytime I piss them off, every kid I stop --- from getting, every time I cause him pain, I win. I'm not the hero and I'm not the warrior, I'm the goddamn Sage, and every time I get us one millimeter closer to beating them, no matter HOW many steps they drag me back, then I've done what I've needed to do. And I'm going to keep doing it. --- can't kill me, not sure why, but that means that it's going to be ME in the crowds, stalking HIM!<br />
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Reach, Tony, thanks for the save. You wont find me when you get back. You will find a duffle bag filled with cash and the keys to my nicer apartment. Good luck with Ava.<br />
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I need to find Alexandria.<br />
Yes redlight and flunkies. I know about Her.<br />
And doesn't that just piss you bastards off?<br />
<div><img alt="" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853910416099753867-6619450318459153845?l=fighthimuntiltheend.blogspot.com" width="1" /></div>Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-71326441338752063942011-02-22T01:33:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:03.560-08:00BackYeah, you two...just go. Do whatever. I'll stay here, don't worry. I just...need some time. Head's still cloudy, and I'm gonna go through a big ass withdrawal from being doped up so much for so long.<br />
<div>I remember a some important things though.</div><div><br />
</div><div>First: redlight is WAY smarter than we thought.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Two: There's a reason for that.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Three: It's a title, NOT a singular person. <i>There's more than one redlight</i>. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Four: They all dress the same and sound the same, but it's a trick. Voice changer, and they described their look JUST for that reason. The one I clobbered wasn't the one who schooled Reach, and the one in Ireland isn't the one in Fairfax. It also explains the 'no memory of who they are' thing.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Five: They communicate with each other but it's not telepathy. They can't talk to each other, but there's a data exchange. Unsure on specifics.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Six: This data exchange isn't solely real-time. You wanna know how redlight played us? They knew our moves BEFORE HAND.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Seven: More redlight in the 'network' the stronger it is.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Eight: Guess what their plan for Cynthia and Eva is?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Nine: They're undoubtedly working towards freeing themselves from ---'s control. They're behind the schism.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Ten: They hate you Reach. More than you can possibly imagine.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Good news: We're not totally screwed. It's not a perfect prediction system. The one watching me complained about 'Variables shifting' 'Outdated Information' 'Ruined Scenarios' and 'High probability.'</div><div><br />
</div><div>So, NEVER take a redlight lead, NEVER follow redlight...and if you see or even THINK that you're involved with a redlight then bail. They lead us around and fit us into their scenarios, act randomly and they have to start all over. Matt? Shut up, yes you were right. Congratulations.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Now, I'm gonna go pass out for a bit.</div>Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-64260145894451276402011-02-21T01:32:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:03.562-08:00Can't Read My...Can't Read My...Can't Read My Poker Face!You all play chess...I'm fond of shogi, especially the bit where you can turn your opponent's captured pieces against them.<br />
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I'd thought I'd give all of my friends and well-wishers a fond farewell. Cynthia's favorite Big Bro and Big Sis will be dropping off the grid for a bit. Errands and what not. Don't worry, we'll be back and you'll certainly see us around. So, I'll leave this space back up for ol' Rob when he gets better...and then worse...and then better...and then worse...well you know that shtick already.<br />
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Anyway, everyone else be good. Listen to Cynthia, I gave her instructions and she's in charge now when you aren't obeying He That Is.<br />
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Leave Robbie, Reach, Tony, and pretty much ALL of the Fighters/Keepers/Runners alone. I'm calling for a full pullback. Don't go near them. Don't taunt them. DON'T attack them. Pull away entirely. No trails to follow, no threads to grasp. Actually...yeah, how often in life can one be able to pull off a quote like this?<br />
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With apologies to Roddenberry for my changes...<br />
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(clears throat and puts on best Ricardo Montalban accent)<br />
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I've done far worse than kill them, I've HURT them. All of them. And I wish to go on...<i>hurting</i> them. So I shall leave them...marooned in their misery, as He That Is takes them one by one, marooned with their dead plans...a dead hope, buried with their misery...<i>buried alive.</i>Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-91685078762697801002011-02-19T01:32:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:03.563-08:00Rika! If you so much as <u>touch</u> Cynthia again, they will find you on the I-5...for at LEAST five miles. She can talk to whomever she likes on the blogs. You do NOT get your teeth back either.Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-20788413424531373482011-02-18T01:31:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:16.496-08:00Good news!Yep, good news for everyone. Those morons who tried to hurt Ava's mother became aware that they need to re-evaluate their role in the world of He That Is. <span style="color: white;">There are rules, which is why I was allowed to be, to search around the rules...and now I am doing just that.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"></span>A few more loose cannons, Revenant and Proxy are now firmly in my network. I might have to put together a cocktail party so we can all get to know each other. <span style="color: white;">They gather together, under me...I will bring them what they want. None of us want to return to human filth...so I will make a new option.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"></span>In two days Robert's not going to have a care in the world anymore. Finally. You know, it's slated for early on Sunday, so tick tock heroes. <span style="color: white;">I hate him, and I hate Reach, burning triumphant while being whole and intact. I will kill Reach one day...but Robert...so useful...but I have to obey my orders...to an extent.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"></span>And best of all, I got my Little Sis back! We're watching Pinky and the Brain cartoons with Rob. I also got Cynthia her own hoodie! An adorable looking pink one. <span style="color: white;">I do this for her, for Letterman, for those that have no names anymore.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"></span>Anyway, I'm in too good of a mood to taunt or heckle or anything like that. In fact, hey, how about a deal? Zeke? You want me to deal with Fisk? He's kind of an ass, and reminds me FAR too much of that monster Connaghan...Connahan...whatever that shithead's name was. He isn't important anymore anyway. You killed him, He That Is dealt with the rest of him, and I picked up the scraps. <span style="color: white;">Little threads here and there, pull them together, to pull myself and the others away.</span><br />
As always, all I ask for is a 'please.'<br />
<div><img alt="" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853910416099753867-5548987700182856560?l=fighthimuntiltheend.blogspot.com" width="1" /></div>Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-33620412236850264862011-02-17T01:30:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:16.498-08:00Identity<div id="viewer-header-container"><div id="viewer-header"><div id="viewer-top-controls-container"><div id="viewer-top-controls"><span id="mark-all-as-read-split-button"></span><span id="settings-button-container"></span><span id="item-up-down-buttons"></span><span id="chrome-view-links"><span id="stream-view-options-container"></span></span></div></div></div></div><a class="entry-title-link" href="http://fighthimuntiltheend.blogspot.com/2011/02/identity.html" target="_blank"></a><span class="entry-icons-placeholder"></span><div class="entry-author"> <span class="entry-author-parent"><span class="entry-author-name"></span></span>You know, I'm...ashamed. What kind of parents are you? The role of the parental figure is to provide for the child. Parents are supposed to be willing to put up their lives, their beings, their souls, every single bit of their existence, their entire identity all for the sake of their children.</div><br />
You couldn't live with the guilt and the shame of having to sacrifice for your girl. Rob here wasn't able to make things easy. So it was either keep your girl by your side, safe, healable, and eventually happy or send her back to He That Is...and believe me when I say this, those that are guarding her now care FAR less for her well-being than I did.<br />
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The blood of an innocent on your hand, the guilt of living with that, the inability to look yourselves in the mirror. You couldn't pay that price. So, you go to bed, chiding yourself on your failings but secure in the hope that you'll save her again, or that you'll rescue Rob here and he'll come up with a plan. You even feel good about yourselves that you made the righteous choice.<br />
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You ever read the Picture of Dorian Gray? The guy who's picture gets nastier and nastier as he gets older and does wicked things? Anyway, Dorian has this choice to seduce this innocent girl who is infatuated with him. By this time his portrait is looking rather vile, so Dorian gently rebuffs the girl and leaves her be. Assured that this deed of temperance and humility will undoubtedly make his picture look less vile. When he returns home and gazes upon his illustrated visage however...it looks WORSE. For now there's a smug smile of hypocrisy on his painted face. I can only imagine the smirks on Tony and Cathy's painted masterpieces.<br />
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I have a memory of a mother who gave up a neighbor's child to He That Is, in order to save her own. She lived with that guilt for the rest of her life, confessed to priests, did penance, and still felt unclean about it for the rest of her life. Her child is fine.<br />
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Hell, when I explained my game with Reach, he demanded that he be pushed in. Swore at me one way and down the other. He said he'd do anything. I jokingly threw out that I'd let him go if he killed Robert with his bare hands. He said yes. I upped the ante and moved to Ava. He hesitated, but he said a soft yes. Then I went all in and offered his daughter's freedom if he killed Cynthia. It took a long long time, but he nodded.<br />
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Now if he would actually DO it if I released him, is another question all together. But I'm proud to have known him, oh and don't hold it against him Ava. He's a good parent, and a great catch. I'm not jealous, we'll always have the Needle...and the steak knife.<br />
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I'll try to get Cynthia back under my wing. But I will never give her back to her genetic origins now.<br />
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Anyway, while Rob and I sit here. I'd thought I'd reveal a huge secret...who is that dashing rogue in rouge? Is he Jay? King of the needle and acid brain bath? Well...sadly, I have to pull a Shamalamadingdong twist on you folks.<br />
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I have no idea.<br />
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I could be Jay, I could be one of Reach's neighbors from the old country, I could be one of the HYBRIDs now corrupted and hurled back through time to mess with you all...okay probably not that...but the point is that I have no memory of my life that wasn't chained in servitude to He That Is. Even those are murky. I have a face, but no ID, I tried to get fingerprinted tested...and no results. There is nothing to me but this. Cynicism and slavery.<br />
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Course, I could be lying. That's the beauty of these blogs though, isn't it? We can make ourselves look all nice and pretty, type up codes that make us look clever, and play the hero without the world seeing the dirt and grime underneath. Trust me, there's foulness in everyone. No saint is a saint. I mean, you all adore Rob here...but do any of you really know him? Have you seen what's on his computer in his 'naughty files'? Aren't you curious as to why a grown man likes to walk by a children's playground every day, even though there's faster routes? Zeke...well...where do I start? I've read all those IA reports my friend. Cathy and Tony...well...you know about them already. Reach and Ava? Huh, you know what kind of horrible things Reach has done? And trust me, he may have been ordered...but he enjoyed them. I'm sure Ava has more than a few skeletons as well, give me some time and I'll find 'em.<br />
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Anyway, eagerly awaiting to see what you're gonna do to help Robert here. Wouldn't surprise me if you did nothing. Didn't he say it? 'The hero always dies at the end?' Well...he wont be dead...but I doubt if it'll make a difference at that point. <span style="color: white;">I have a memory of holding a young girl...she's crying that she's afriad to go to sleep because she might not wake up. She's not seen by He That Is...she's just realized that one day she'll die, and it terrifies her. I hold her, and never say that I feel the same way.</span><span style="color: white;"></span>Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-85315049842617455242011-02-15T01:29:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:16.500-08:00Was it good for you too?You know, if you WANTED some of my Mac'n Cheese dear, you just could have ASKED.<br />
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Enjoy babysitting Little Sis. Although, here's my prediction...she's going to come back to her big bro's team, by her own free will. Cathy and Tony are not good people, and they're worse parents.<br />
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Give Reach my best, have fun with that whole thing where you feel your body dying all around you. (Yes, I just referenced the Last Unicorn, what of it? Cynthia asked to see a movie last night.) Here's for the best, and invite me to the wedding, okay?<br />
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Anyway, the proxies and other lovely folk icing themselves over our little custody disagreement? As much as I love the idea, and enjoy to take credit...and you know I LOVE to take credit...it's not me. It's either some other Revenant trying to earn favor, or part of He That Is acting up out of disappointment. I don't know. I don't care. As the song goes 'Let the bodies hit the floor.' I have to apply MORE Bactine to my hand. Although, I admit the red hoodie with black operator symbol on hood/red-green-black camo pants/black sneakers/and bandaged hands are probably going to do wonders for my fanart/cosplay inclined fans.<br />
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Dear Hoz...I'd love a song. Something either big and broadway or jazzy that swings. I mean...this is the villain's song right? Everyone KNOWS that it's the best part of the show!<br />
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Now...what am I forgetting...what am I forgetting...OH! Riiiiight! Robbie! Yeah, poor guy's all tired and sleeping...a long day of vacant stares and drooling will do that to you.<br />
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Hey here's a joke, I'll let you figure out the punch line.<br />
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How are Robert and I different?<br />
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Well...on Sunday I'll be out drinking and will have a bottle in front of me,<br />
but Robert on Sunday will be in the hospital and have a...<br />
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Can you guess?Somebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-54681639523507640212011-02-13T01:28:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:16.502-08:00Happy Times at FairfaxYou know...I'd like to share a funny little observation I've seen humanity do.<br />
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You never blame the right person.<br />
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Cathy's ex-husband runs away to save his wife and daughter and keeps He That Is away from them for years on end, he suffers and is alone and often in pain. In the end, of course, his efforts are for naught and Wifey and dear little Cynthia are taken into our happy community. There's a lot of hooplah, and lo and behold there's a climatic scene in the woods where hubby comes to the rescue of his dear maiden.<br />
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Yes there's a lot of extra emotional baggage, but at the core that's what happened.<br />
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Now, does dear sweet wifey thank hubby for his sacrifice? Thank him for trying to protect his family? Thank him for saving her life?<br />
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Nope!<br />
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She brains him and blames him for the whole thing.<br />
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You would be so surprised at how many times I see it. He That Is takes a child, the parents SEE Him...and what do they do?<br />
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They tear each other apart.<br />
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'It's your fault' 'You should have protected her' 'You should have believed her' 'You should have been there'<br />
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Over and over and over again.<br />
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Never once is He That Is blamed, never once do they fault the Revenants, never do they look up into the sky and blame God. Nope! It's always the person that's closest, that's easiest to blame, that will take your endless abuse with a smile and a wave.<br />
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It's pathetic, and it's why Cathy will have to grow old and die without ever getting her girl back.<br />
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She doesn't deserve her.<br />
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Oh, but don't worry Cathy! Cynthia's good and safe with her 'big brother' watching over her. I'm teaching her so many things.<br />
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Like tonight for instance, the lesson was 'What happens to people who are stupid' with Uncle Robbie as the special teacher's aide!<br />
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Normally I'd have Robert give a lecture, but he was just too doped up, sitting there limp in the chair while Cynthia sat in his lap. (It was SOOO cute. I took a picture!) She even doodled an Operator Symbol on his green hospital scrubs. He just drooled. I thought it was rude. Anyway, we had to leave, but I left a good amount of folks around him to make sure he, or anyone else, didn't help himself out of his condition.<br />
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Ava, I want you to remember my lesson though. Because, all those others who survived the fire? The other people who got hurt? They will not blame He That Is, and they certainly wont blame me. They'll blame you. Doesn't matter what the truth is. Oh, and if you'd like to get me a valentine gift of my own? I LOVE peanut brittle.<br />
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Reach, buddy! Your Catherine is SUCH a good sport. Now, she's rather upset, and in denial but there's one more thing you need to remember.<br />
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She's in Ireland.<br />
You're not.<br />
And He That Is now Sees her.<br />
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Now, if you'll excuse me. I am a very busy man, and I only get a few moments to relax and work on my chess game.<br />
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Regards,<br />
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rSomebodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632824532692229383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986919706572620778.post-43132123085404080202011-02-12T01:28:00.000-08:002011-12-20T01:49:16.504-08:00Problem SolvedSir, don't worry about Sagel anymore. After he got out of surgery he started babbling again. The doctors have committed him to Fairfax Asylum. He'll be out of the way for a good long while, and odds are that they'll keep him doped up too.<br />
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Sir...please don't be angry. He jumped me and tortured me! I thought he'd die on the Path, or drown, or that it just wouldn't work! Please...I promise I'll keep him locked up in the loony bin. Please don't have Him drain me.<br />
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