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its happening

I helped.

I helped rescue Sanna and her dad.

That's all I've got to say.

im better i think

veigar here

it finally stopped      the fucking voices and screaming and blood and azoth and the trees stopped

need new robotic hand and new glasses xerath

at the michigan bunker

if i see anybody other then the group come near it ill rip their damn throats out

WHY WONT THIS FUCKING TREE BARK COME OFF MY ARMS

im going to sleep for now

The real Demon.

Oh boy, Billy-Bob-Bill-Bilbo here with breaking news!

Veigar's gone batshit crazy!

But before you go "Oh noes! :( ", just know that his Azoth went a teensie weensie berserk. So if you go to the northern part of the US of A and see random trees that maaaay resemble trees from the Path of Black Leaves...

Enjoy being torn to shreds by a very crazy, very monstrous looking Veigsy-poo.

If you want more details just ask, cause frankly I don't give enough fucks to say it right now.

FYI I had 0% to do with this for once.

A recommendation to anyone who wants to stay alive.

Stay away from me for awhile. That means everyone, including you guys back at the bunker.

The reason? I'm god damn livid right now. You have no idea how pissed off I am.

No, I'm not going to tell you why, just that if any proxies or otherwise want to talk, get help, or fight me, too fucking bad.

I'm going to go exterminate a certain group of people who have annoyed me long enough with this new anger.

Group, you guys can comment as much as you want while I'm gone.

Veigar, signing out for a bit.

Ello there!

Hey there everybody! Xander here, giving you an update on things!

Boss is on a trip right now, some business between the Brazilian and Puerto Rican proxies.

Things have been fairly normal (as they can be) around here. Lu's quiet, Xerath's super duper smart, and Eta's a big ol' meanie pants.

OH! And that Bill guy is playing a BUNCH of fun pranks on us! He made Lu's shampoo turn her hair pink (completing the stereotypical asian girl look), made everything Eta owns either meltable or edible, messed with Xerath's sciency stuff I don't understand, and made my guns start shooting gumballs during a firefight. Psst, I still won. And there's been a lot more on Boss...well Jeremy to be exact but who's paying attention!

This is the part where I start talking about my good pall Sanna. Just so ya know, I'm always here to talk, can't leave a fellow english woman hanging right? If you start to feel better about being near people, we REALLY need the have a cuppa. Heck, I'll even treat ya to a fancy shmancy dinner, you earned it in my book!

Kelevra, I like yas for helping out Sanna, so I'm not too bitter about you trying to kill us (your guys over here are real pushovers, just sayin). And Boss is really excited about you guys' fight, and the chess match obviously. He hasn't had a good fight in a loooooooong time.

Hmmm...I think that's all.

Well, Ciao!

#Xander

...found him pHIL...

Music

I found him pHIL but.......seriously what the fuck....

Straight to the point, Twitch is dead. But not in any way I would have expected.

I got from one side of the world to the other in a record 4:37. Instantly began scouring the city. Followed the blood trails on the sides of the buildings. They lead into one of those alleyways that start out narrow but open up into a big squared off place where they put dumpsters and trash cans.

It was a massacre.

From what I could process at the time it looked like there was about 70-80 bodies, including the cold brats servants, proxies, hollowed, and runners, I was expecting those. But what really took me for a loop was that there were fucking timberwolves there. That's when I saw what was there besides bodies.

The alley was split cleanly in half, one side frozen, the other littered with bullets and scorch marks. On the far wall was Twitch's body, sitting against it with his knives embedded in his eyes all the way to the hilt, the fine line between zones going straight through his middle. Instead of the blood flowing down his face it went to the side and up the wall, forming a mural of the Twin Triangles above Twitch's head.

This means Archangel most likely took his soul. That doesn't mean Cold Boy didn't fight for it though.

After everything is cleaned up and I finish up with Med's experiment I'll go bury him in his family's graveyard back in America.

Veigar signing out.

A little downtime.

I guess that things are calming down a bit I can talk about a few things that have been going on.

For one pHIL resolved his civil war. I helped in the background by taking out patrols on the path and proxies trying to sneak in the back of the place. Took out a few hollows that they tried to path in as well. And I only played backup in the meeting. If Deimos had tried something he'd be in a Denizens stomach and in between it's claws right now. We're staying at pHILL's for a bit to finally meet first of all and I have a small bit of work to do here.

Secondly, before the civil war thing the remnants of that organization I blew up came after me again.

Although this time they busted into a room with a crazed Twitch. Gave the room a nice red paint job. So unless there are more I can be fairly certain I won't be kidnapped by them specifically again.

And finally, Twitches recovery. After using and astronomical amount of medical supplies (Sedatives) he stopped flailing whenever he woke up again. The only thing that was disturbing is that he keeps staring at me with these creepy, wide, unblinking eyes. Plus when he talks there's a distinct lack of screaming and emotion.

Yet this doesn't stop his frequent seizures.

The bots' are back at base keeping watch while we're here.

Veigar signing out.

Proposition.

Music

So from what I've been hearing and seeing, pHIL might have a civil war on his hands.

You said that you don't feel confident about 3 good fighter and 10 decent fighters versus 30ish people?

How about 6 (7 Twitch gets better) highly trained fighters, 3 good fighters, 10 decent fighters, and if I can, a few Denizens against them.

I'm offering help. It's your choice if you want it.

P.S. Did I mention robots? Yeah, I have those.

Return trip.

Me and Xander just got back from England about seven hours ago. Along with Twitch's unconscious body.

When I went to go pick up Xander I came across the scene of some of pHIL's men fighting a bunch of assorted beings. I saw a few proxies, Children of the Cold, and a hallowed or two. They were quickly being pushed back so I decided to help.

It was simple from there. We just kicked their asses and sent them away.

"Thanks mate." One of them said.

"My name Orbis and this bloke is Kappa." Said the other.

V: You don't need to thank me. I was on my way to pick up my colleague, and you happened to be in my path.

O: Either way you saved our lives.

K: So we owe you I guess.

V: I'll keep that in mind next time I'm in Europe. But thanks to this I'm late now so farewell.

O & K: See ya.

And with that I went to the location to the meet up and found that they split up after they noticed I wasn't there. With a sigh of frustration I searched the area for Xander and found him in a pub drinking some ale and chatting up a storm with drunkards.

He was telling what they thought were funny made up stories but were actually some of the more fun missions we've had over the years. I just ignored his complaining while I dragged him out of there.

For the next few days we finished his visit to his family. He just told them I was one of his friends from the states that surprised him by coming here too. Nice people, hope they don't get involved.

Then I saw Twitch's spouts' of insanity on the fool's blog and went to find him. Realizing he was alone for the first time ever I redoubled my efforts before it was too late.

And as Xander commented earlier, we found him screaming, sobbing, bleeding, and swearing in ways you could never imagine in an alleyway. All while smashing his head into the wall viciously. If we hadn't got there a few seconds later he probably would be dead by now.

My assumption is that he had his first encounter with the Cold Boy and that it wasn't a pretty one. He had frost on him and there was some frozen blood so it's obvious that that's the case. After Xander sedated him he did the best he could on his head without his fancy tools back at base. But we pathed back instantly and he patched his skull up like a pro.

When Twitch woke up it wasn't much better though.

T:F f f fuc mn mme...so o o ccc cold.........AAAAHHHHH!

He started having a seizure so we sedated him again and tied him up so we would stop flailing. Most definitely out of commission for a while.

Veigar out.

EDIT: I feel like a monster! I forgot music!

Another move.

Since it seems so popular these days, here's some music.

Due to our location being compromised we had to move again.

We are currently riding in our transportation to our new base. Same we had to leave Cameron though. It was funny watching him bump into things while covered in bandages.

I did some field work the other day and found out that the same group who's been constantly kidnapping me was up to no good. They planned to steal some very valuable and informative information about major proxy headquarters around the world. And no one steals my documents. No. One.

So I blew them up. Or at least I blew the foundations of the building off causing it to collapse on them.

Twitch has been progressively getting weirder though. And by weird I mean he hasn't screamed about his desire to ride bicycles made of meat in a whole week.

Veigar out.

Interrogation.

"Okay Cameron, I'm going to ask you a few questions."

"FUCK YOU XERATH!"

Xerath was doing the interrogation while I was out on a solo mission but he recorded the audio to write down here.

X: Who do you work for?

C: Your mom.

X: Jokes on you my parents were gay.

C:....Fuck you.

X: How much were you paid to capture Veigar?

C: For one. I was capturing Jeremy. And I was paid $500k.

X: Why Veigar.

C: I don't ask questions questions. I just do my job.

X: Why do you only hate Master but not other fears?

C: Because he seems to have done the worst and he killed my entire town when I was little.

X: Revenge or dumbassery?

C: Both. I will find a way to kill Slenderman one day.

X: Idiot. The only things that can possibly kill master are other fears and 682. But the foundation lost track of it decades ago.

C: What's this, '682'?

X: I'm asking the questions here. Did you know who Veigar was before the job.

C: Of course, I know who most of the high-end proxies are. I just didn't know he shared a body with that bumbling fool.

X: That's all we needed to ask for now. I am now required to gouge your eyes out with a rusty spork.

C: Wait what no- AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

So we didn't get much about who he works for again. But we know that they REALLY wanted me if the paid him five hundred thousand dollars.

Veigar signing out.

They never learn do they?

"You know I'm going to sell you and make hundreds of thousands, right? Why will you not just talk already?"

I swear I just wanted to punch his smug little face until they'd need dental records to recognize it.

I'd been sitting quietly for about three days looking all sad and hopeless like the fool was before a plan was hatched and I took control. Twitch getting caught actually helped me for once as well.

Waiting for him to be dumb enough to get close to the box was the only reason it took so long.

When Cameron finally did, he looked at me and said in a mocking tone, "Awww come on. Does the wittle JP have no fight left in him."

"For three days I've been debating weather to put you in a vat of broken glass and shake it up or gouge your eyes out with a rusty spork. I think I'll just do both." He looked shocked as I punched through the five layer thick plexiglass container and wrapped my hands around his scrawny little neck.

"Now listen here you little shit, you're gonna tell me who you work for, why me, and who you work for."

"You..sa..said the last one twice"

"I know, I just really want to find and kill them."

"No." How cute.

"Glass and Sporks for you then. Take him back to base Twitch, I have work to do."

"Yes...sir."

Veigar signing out.

♪Heppy Birfday to me♪

Yuep. It's my birthday tuday. Just in case blogger screws up, the 1$$@8th.

I speg64hnt it like I spend aaferll the others.

Tied up, waiting pat$&*%giently for my 'surprise' party. Apparently my group thought I was towoo wd fw stresed uot and bruat ma too0o a club.

I am extreamalys drunk.

Typong as like smashing yur head against a diamond.....wut was I doing?

bwuy,..,

Introducing, Blight. Model V1X.

Come one, come all! See the wonderful creation that myself and Xerath made!

The Blight. Model V1X.

The first (I hope) fully robotic Proxy without a pre-programmed AI.

The only sort of organic material this has is one of the five finger from my chopped of hand (so it can traverse through the Path freely and have no problems' with the denizens), and a bit of the..sludge Master leaves behind sometimes (so it only obeys his will, mine, or any member of The Group....not even sure if it's organic).

It looks like any average 20 year old or so........only robotic.

It's six foot, two inch stature helps it in balancing the mechanisms inside and useful for short people who use it.

Comes with a built in combat knife and gun (one holster/hand fits all types) and advanced optics so some of the sneakier Runners will have a harder time getting away.

Only downside is that we could only make five. Only five fingers and whatnot.

Best part though, it has cup holders.

Fuck yeah.

Emotion.

What is it?

Emotion is a psychological presence within our mind that reacts differently depending on the situation your being currently is in. Violently, pleasantly, or neutrally.

Happiness, Joy, Glee, Anger, Rage, Hate, Jealousy, Sadness, and of course the most powerful of them all,

Love.

These are only a few of the infinite expansion of it.

We have all felt these at some point or another. Some see them as a restraint, others....

They see it as power.

When a being is stripped of it's emotions (I.E. Hallowed) they essentially become puppets. Or they are too broken to function properly.

Some have chosen to simply ignore any signals the brain gives them in situation emotion runs rampant.

Others embrace it and use it to their advantage.

"Why the sudden emotion monologue?" you may ask. The answer is simple.

I figured out every member of my main family (Mother, Father, siblings) were killed. The house collapsed and crushed them while sleeping, killing them instantly, so at least there was no pain.

All ties that bound my existence to theirs were cut long ago, but I still care about them. That's why I simply left with our body without a word the instant Master inducted me.

I didn't want them to get involved. They didn't deserve it.

A few of you may remember in one one of the fools posts that he got a letter from our family.

I never got to read it.

Once I got control back I saw that the fool BURNED THE DAMN LETTER! I never got to read THE LAST WORDS MY FAMILY WROTE TO US! I almost considered killing myself then just to spite him.

But I didn't.

I'm going to leave off here for now.

And I swear if any of you say anything. I will make sure you die very slowly,

and very painfully.

Happy new years!

Ah yes, another year of pain and suffering.

How delightful!