Enough Cartoonish Villainy.

For now anyway. I admit, right now I am torn horribly. Do I want to continue harassing Haku-Chan, or should I go after dear Naomi? On one hand, Haku-Chan is BY FAR the easier target, and she did hit me in the face with something. So I do need a little retribution for that. On the other hand, Naomi was the person who made my servitude to Father possible. I have been such an ungrateful little bastard to her. So, it is my duty to hallow Naomi back into serving her rightful master. Retribution, or guilt?
Which does remind me. Naomi, are you sure you are as intelligent as you let on? I mean you said something about picking up my trail, which would be impressive I am sure, if it were not for the fact I have made absolutely no secret about my whereabouts. New Jersey.
Also, Haku-Chan, I am sure that you, unlike the allegedly super intelligent computer, have figured out the whole "Hesperus" thing. Well I figured it out too. And I dealt with it. Hesperus is completely gone. Purged. Deleted. DEAD. Never coming BACK. NEVER INTERFERING WITH US AGAIN. Never threatening my place in Father's loving embrace... He loves his children, you see. He is everything and everything is Him. I am His weapon. I will send his enemies to their deaths. I Will turn the Path of Black Leaves RED with the blood of innocents. Their cries of pain and fear shall echo in the dark for eternity, as a reminder to those who would oppose GOD. ALL WILL PERISH FOR GOD. GOD IS ETERNAL, OMNIPOTENT AND OMNISCIENT. THOSE WHO OPPOSE HIM WILL FIND NO RELEASE IN DEATH. You have no hope of victory, no hope of survival, no hope of a quick death. He cannot be stopped. He will not be stopped. Eternal. Death. Eternal.

If only it was not Recon.

I mean, really, I would have deeply enjoyed killing you Haku. Do you have any idea how much that would hurt the other Runners you interact with? You are starting to become a valued ally you know. Anyway, I never made it to the Police station. No electroshock for me. In fact, we barely made it a mile before I was a free man again.
Ask yourself Haku-Chan. Why would they send ONE proxy, who is known to be slightly unstable, to do recon?
But I admit, the fire alarm ploy was clever. It did surprise me. But it did not hinder US. Now WE know you Valerie.

That's my Cue...

And about damn time too, we have so very much to do, because He knows you. Hakurei Ryuu.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It is a funny feeling...

They keep urging me to stop updating this blog. I know that they are probably right, seeing as how I am giving away information that could be used against us (Not that any of you are smart enough to take advantage of that). But I just CANNOT. I do not know why. It is a funny feeling, a funny feeling a funny feeling a funny feeling. I just... Have to. I have to. Yes.
So, experiment reports thus far: Carl is still buried... Although I must confess I do not remember where (I am sure someone does... right?). Frank unfortunately did not survive his head being turned to paste. Sad. I was going to use him as a test subject in Project: Shoot-A-Man-Out-Of-A-Giant-Slingshot, which is a highly scientific program meant to shoot a man out of a giant fucking slingshot. Into space. FOR SCIENCE AND LULZ. Experiment #3 Failed miserably. Experiment #4 Was likewise a failure because some blond jackass in a red coat untied her at the last second. We had to terminate the test subject and Dudley dipshit there. Oh well.

We can play Mad Scientist too.

My mission is taking longer than I assumed it would. So to kill some time, we decided we are going to do a few experiments on people. Particularly Runners.
 Experiment #1
Meet Carl. Carl has been a Runner for about 3 Months now. Carl is an idiot. When he started seeing Father, he decided to NOT look up information online, and instead start running. Needless to say, he did not last long out there. So here he is, uninjured and scared out of his mind.
Now, here is what we are going to do to Carl: We have Zombie Powder, created using a how-to guide that I am SURE is completely reliable. We want to know if this shit works. We will apply the powder to Carl's face. According to the guide, we should then bury him alive. We shall dig him up in.... say... 96 Hours? Oh, I cannot WAIT to see if we have a new zombie slave. I am going to dress him up like a clown and send him to random birthday parties to do unspeakable things to the people there. For the lulz.
 Experiment #2
Meet Frank. Frank has been a Runner for about 2 Weeks. Seems to have read M's Tutorial though, considering he was frantically covering every inch of his motel room with Operator Symbols when we found him. We are going to perform a highly complex scientific process in order to make it possible for me to drop an anvil on his head. Yes. I am doing it. And it will be awesome. After this, we shall research methods of cooking human flesh that does not lead to it tasting like Tuna.
Experiment #3
This one is a doozy. Unfortunately, I cannot reveal what it is. Suffice to say, it could lead to proxying becoming MUCH easier. If it succeeds that is. Wish me luck.
Experiment #4
Meet Emily. Emily has been a Runner for exactly two days. So, the experiment is simple. We tie her to some train tracks, and run her over with a train, while I am in a silly top hat with a stick-on Dastardly Whiplash mustache. Why? FOR SCIENCE.
I am sure I can come up with more experiments to do later that will no doubt benefit mankind. Or I can keep doing what I have been doing. Either way. Father should be... Completely apathetic about my achievements here. As always.
Oh and Haku-Chan. See you soon. 

cutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutBLEED

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT BLOOD
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD THE WORLD AWASH WITH CRIMSON BEAUTY
I love knives, have I mentioned that? The ones I have with me are like FAMILY to me. No, no no no no no. THEY ARE Family. A bit needy, but I do so LOVE to provide for them. Always wanting one more drink, and there is always someone nearby kind enough to provide it.
All thanks to Him all thanks to Him. Family. I have family. Thanks to Him... Father. Yes, yes, yes. Father...
I am happy.

I Love you people. So much.

Seriously, you are all adorable. When I kill you I am going to mount your heads on my wall, so I can be reminded of your stupidity. Just because I do not approve of Rapeman the amazing proxy disgrace, does not mean I would not play jump rope with Kay's intestines. I also still think Naomi and Haku-Chan think they can cure me or some shit. I would say don't make me laugh, but it is far too late for that...
Now on to the news. Has anyone seen Zero's latest blog post? RIKA is back. Well. Not the old Rika. A new one. And based on what she said, there is more of them. A Horde of Rikas! Thaaaaats right ladies and gentlemen (And Sagey), the living embodiment of Zero's repressed sexual frustration is now an ARMY.
In other news, KILLER! Hiya buddy, so good to see you are following me now. I can only assume this means I am next on your no doubt gargantuan hit list. Ain't Godhood grand? Even Arky would be impressed with you.
Finally... Naomi. Naomi Naomi Naomi. Feels good to hear that name doesn't it. It is a pretty name isn't it? Represents your freedom from Him, right? An identity beyond Tensor. Beyond a murderer, beyond one who served Him faithfully for years until selfish desire caused you to betray Him, your lord your benefactor your GOD. Do you know a better name for you is? Judas.
You say you like my name "Luke." Well I hate it. I hate everything about it. I hate the vile whore and arrogant bastard who gave it to me. Did you think my name was a JOKE? Luke Cifer, Lucifer. Do you think I LIKE that name? Do you think I LIKE the implications of such a name? Do you think I chose it? NO. NO NO NO. That name, that identity, means slavery to me. It means pain to me. It means everything that I hate to me. Morningstar is choice. Morningstar is MY freedom. MY SALVATION!
Judas, don't you EVER call me that name again. I am Morningstar.

Enthusiasm's Return

EUPHORIA. Utter Bliss, I feel like DANCING to the symphony of SCREAMS I am hearing. I am the conductor of an orchestra of anguish. I am a sculptor of flesh and bone.
I am an artist... Blood is my paint, the walls and floor, my canvas. The lingering fragrances of past compositions fill the air. In the tranquil darkness, my blade and I dance the day away, through nerves, tendons and bone... Suddenly the music stops. Our duet ends. Drenched in liquid life, we behold our masterpiece. It's eyes empty, it's face frozen, it's form frozen forever in the pose I chose for it. We take a bow. Beauty in it's most pure, primal form. I am alive. And I am ready for the next dance.

Dreams are weird. I mean the Teddy Roosevelt thing a couple days ago was weird, but I can blame THAT on drugs. THIS was just strange. Unnerving even. So here I was taking a nap, leaving Cagnazzo to pick up the slack for me (Thanks Buddy). All I had eaten before the nap was a bowl of Fruity Pebbles and Orange Juice. I slept on the same bed I had been in for a few days. And then I dreamed.
In the dream, I was in the forest. The forest my home back in North Carolina is surrounded by. I always liked those woods. I even had a favorite tree. I call it Franklin. But Franklin is not in this.  So I was walking in these woods, and everything was going darker and darker... It was like all the color faded from everything...
Then I saw a slight clearing ahead, and so I walked into it. In the middle of the clearing was a tree... Well it LOOKED like a tree anyway.  Sort of. To be honest, you know the the seventh circle's forest of suicides? Well it looked like I had sort of envisioned the trees there to look like. Except worse, so much worse, worse worse worse.011011110110100000100000011001110110111101100100001000000110100101110100001001110111001100100000011001100110000101100011011001010010000001101001011101000010011101110011001000000110011001100001011000110110010100100000011101000110100001101111011100110110010100100000011001010111100101100101011100110010000001110100011010000110111101110011011001010010000001100101011110010110010101110011001000000110001101110010011010010110110101110011011011110110111000100000011100110110000101110000011100000111000001110000011100000111000000100000011100110110110101100101011011000110110001100101011001000010000001101100011010010110101101100101001000000110010001100101011000010111010001101000 It shook ever so faintly as if a gentle breeze was blowing against it but I felt no wind. It's ebon bark had slight openings like011101110110111101110101011011100110010001110011011101110110111101110101011011100110010001110011011101110110111101110101011011100110010001110011001000000100001001001100010011110100111101000100001000000110110001100101011000010110101101100101011001000110111101110101011101000010000001110011011011000110111101110111011011000111100100100000010011010100000101001011010001010010000001001001010101000010000001010011010101000100111101010000001000000100110001001111010011110100101101001001010011100100011100100000010000010101010000100000010011010100010101100101011001010110010101100101011001010110010100100000011000100110111101100100011010010110010101110011001000000110100001110101011011100110011100100000011010010110111000100000011010010111010000100111011100110010000001100010011100100110000101101110011000110110100001100101011100110010000001010100011001010111001001110010011110010010000001110111011000010111001100100000011101000110100001100101011100100110010100100000011101110110100001111001001000000110000101110010011001010010000001111001011011110111010100100000011101000110100001100101011100100110010100100000011000100111001001101111011101000110100001100101011100100010000001001001  turned away from it then and beheld a strange man standing nearby.
He had an Omega symbol on his shirt, and he gestured towards a new opening in the trees. Light was shining through, and I saw myself through it, except free. Free from freeeeeeeeeee HIM. I saw Him standing there behind me motionless. Normally he is so comforting and warm but there I saw himandhe was so cold and felt so wrong. He never feels wrong. Why did he feel wrong??? EMPTY. WRONG. I turned towards the Omega person and he smacked me across the head. Then I was awake.
Now I want to lay down again... But I can rest when I am DEAD. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I have things to destroy, people to kill.
Ah... But I admit, my enthusiasm has been lowered slightly by this. I will just have to get over it.

Bored. Let's go kill something.

You know it is a shame I am not an imitation-Gandalf, like.... Well, about half of all the Runners it seems. This lovely wound would not be such a bother if... But oh well. I will live with it. I will just need to take it a bit easier for a couple more days. Which I now realize means no Free Running for a little while. Which means it will be a bit more difficult to track targets. Oh well.
Anyway, we have a few matters to discuss. I am more or less back in action and will probably play with Hakurei this time, since Sagey is busy with his fellow Hogwarts rejects. Although, I could go after Sagey... AGAIN... But given the mood he is in, he might shoot fire from his armpit or something. I am not in the mood to go back to the infirmary.
Secondly, Tensor's ELECTRIFYING announcement: the new cure is... Goddamn Electroshock Therapy. Really.  I am SHOCKED that you would have even bothered testing that as a potential cure. Now that you have it.... What are you going to do with it? Use it on us? HA. Can you handle that many deaths just to save a few of us, who may just turn around and try to kill you for severing their link to their GOD.
Third. Snore-De-Bliss. You deserve a round of applause for that threat you gave me on Sagey's blog. Oh MAN was it funny. I was crying. You have no CLUE who you are dealing with. Literally. You do not know what I look like. You do not know what ANY of us look like. Besides, as I said before, you and Sagey are not my focus. You are rather amusing obstacles, and a nice diversion. But nothing more. Certainly not a threat, and your "bench 200+ pounds and ten years minimum boxing experience" boys are not a threat either. But listen Snore, if you interrupt my plans, I have a nice butterfly knife that I would love to introduce you to. And believe me, it loves to make new friends. Ain't that right Mikey? Oh wait. Dead. Silly me.

Insufferable Pricks.

Another reason I hate the North. Assholes. I know, I KNOW. I complain about the North a lot. But really. You see, the local proxies come in two flavors: Complete and utter MORONS, and Holier-than-thou jackasses. Flavor two has been giving me grief lately. So here I was laying in bed, when... let us call him "Redshit Bob"... So Bob barges in and begins complaining to me that I am too careless with our forces and that they are people too and BLAH BLAH BLAH. Then the fool accused me of being a Runner sympathizer, and that I deliberately sent those proxies to their deaths! He acts as if they are not expendable cannon fodder, he is wrong. THEY are cannon fodder, I AM CANNON FODDER and it is not like we are hard to find. Hell it is INCREDIBLY easy to take Runners and Hallow them into service if we need to. Not all Runners make it online you know.
So what if we lost a few worthless grunts to the satanic-ghost-demon-thing. We can get more. We are LESS than Human, created to serve an omnipotent God. Our lives, our needs, our desires mean NOTHING to Him. We exist simply as tools, weapons and toys. I am, was and forever will be a TOOL. All Proxies are. So you see why I am so enraged at this pathetic idiot trying to tell me, one who has served Him all my LIFE, that I am a disloyal monster. Next time we engage a target, I will show him just how "valuable" he is...

Remember Kids, Don't do Drugs...

... Or the ghost of Teddy Roosevelt will begin staring at you from the ventilation making weird faces. Seriously.
Well. Now I have a nice demon claw mark scar to show off. At least it does not hurt anymore, thank He That Is for Alichino, who has now earned the right for me to refer to him as something other than Bob.
I believe this little incident brings the number of Runners killed by me up to..... FUCKING ONE. At this rate I am destined to join that crowd of faceless grunts that charges the machine gun wielding Runners in the hopes that ONE of them makes it. Once I fully recover, I am actually going to get off my lazy ass this time and kill my targets myself. After that: Vacation. The resurrected Runners and the Hunter can pick up my slack. Should be fun to watch I think.
In the mean time, want another free shot Sagey? This time there will not be a shadow thing interrupting us...

GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKSHIT. IT BURNS LIKE THE FIRES OF HELL. GOD DAMMIT. IT IS NOT EVEN THAT DEEP, IT SHOULD NOT HURT THIS MUCH SO WHY IS IT MAKING ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF MORE THAN USUAL. FUCK YOU SAGEY AND YOUR BUDDY GREEN MAN. GODDAMMIT ALL.
Bob Number-who-gives-a-fuck will inform you all what happened. AND USE NORMAL PEOPLE GRAMMAR.... GOD DAMMIT.
Morningstar went to the location of the "free shot" offered to AmalgamationSage. Naturally he made sure Sage had no way of actually killing him. Morningstar therefore informed a fellow Agent of what was going to happen, and the Agent ordered a squad up to deal with Sage when he arrived. Thus, Morningstar did not go back on his promise of allowing a free shot. How was he to know we would be called in.
Several decoys were also employed, dressed the same as Morningstar to further prevent harm. When Sage arrived, he approached one of the Decoys and was immediately set upon by our forces. Unfortunately, it appears that the apparition or demon that attacked our forces in Philadelphia had tracked us here to New Jersey. It attacked us resulting in 13 casualties on our side, as well as 9 wounded including Morningstar. It was terminated by Agent Alichino. We theorize that the creature may have had some sort of poison or acid on its (we can only assume) claws, hence the agonizing pain Morningstar is currently in. Sage presumably escaped in the ensuing chaos.

Break Over... On to Business.

Benny Boy found my blog! And he is still not backing down from discovering the truth. He is going to be loads of fun, I can tell. Feel free to tell him how "untrustworthy" I am or how "insane" I am. I am the only one offering the poor boy any help.
Sagey, you are making things too easy for us. Following Hakurei everywhere. I am surprised you have not caught on to what we are doing. Besides, do you not want vengeance for the attempted murder of two of your friends? If you were truly their friend, you would have gone after me by now. I am not hard to find if you look closely...
Inky boy, Inky Boy, Inky Boy. That information I gave you will not be any help to you at all. Still good luck with your predicament. If you need anymore advice or information come to me. I will tell you everything you WANT to know.
But some of the biggest news I saw, was that Fizzbomb captured and re-recruited Cheska! I still think keeping Fizzy alive will bite us in the ass some day, but this is good news for now. She is right though, this will be the safest path for Cheska... Fallen now?
Hmmm... You know, if nothing else comes up, I think I will go bother Ronny's little group after I kill Hakurei and Sagey. And maybe whats her name.... Kay? Yeah. I will kill her too.

In Celebration of the Holiday.

You know people, I have been reflecting on my various sins and... Well... I have determined that I am truly a monster. I have killed children in front of their parents, and then mocked the parents. I have sacrificed loyal soldiers to a demonic Casper. I drowned my own brother. I joined forces with a timeless child eating abomination and then had the nerve to complain when it subverted my free will and made me another in a long line of slaves. I burned an innocent man's house down and then attacked a demon summoning kung fu Harry Potter. I kicked a kitten. I caused the great video game crash of '83. I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll. I delayed Duke Nukem Forever. I convinced Nickelodeon to cancel Invader Zim the first time. I voted for Obama. I hired Joel Schumacher to direct Batman & Robin. I convinced Joe Quesada to write One More Day. I was the one behind the 4kids dub of One Piece. I convinced Sam Raimi to only give Venom a few minutes of screen time. I gave George Lucas the idea for Jar Jar Binks. I collaborate with Uwe Boll. I co-authored My Immortal. I helped Twilight get published. Among other things.
Point is, I wish to repent for my sins. So I shall defect from He That Is. Because, you know, I can totally do that. FOR I KNOW THE IDENTITY OF ONLY ONE WHO CAN POSSIBLY DEFEAT THE SLENDER MAN. His coming was foretold by ancient mystics of Babble-On. He knows no fear or Pain. He is faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. He is known and feared throughout the world! Women swoon, Men grow envious and God himself trembles at the mere THOUGHT of him. His name: Christopher Walken.