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.
*psychologist tone*
ReplyDeleteAnd how does that make you feel, my missing brother?
The fact that someone ruined my experiment? Pissed off. I hate it when people do that.
ReplyDeleteI'm almost sure you can do the same experiments with animals (hope any PetA is reading this), they are.. cheaper.
ReplyDeleteStill praying for you you know.
Animals deserve it less.
ReplyDeleteYou may continue praying. You can pray and pray and pray. And continue praying when Father comes to play. Then you will see how much good praying does you.
jeje,indeed, you are the missing brother.
ReplyDeleteWell then, I will. If your 'father' (jeh) suddenly shows up, I will just pray. Just take in mind, I have seen him already a couple of times, just prayed. Still here.
I have always said that there is more than one way in solving difficulties.
Morningstar. I apologize for my comments a few post ago. I feel that it's pointless for there to be tension between two living breathing piles of cannon fodder. Plus I rather liked talking to you when I was on your good side.
ReplyDeleteHmmm... Very well apology accepted.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that adorable. I do love happy endings.
ReplyDeleteHiya Hospital guy. Enjoying wasting your time "helping" Runners in that pathetic excuse for a hospital of yours? Cause we are totally going to burn it down some day. And it will be glorious.
ReplyDeleteIf that day comes I will stop sitting behind a computer and start searching for you, Missing brother.
ReplyDeleteA smart mouthed lackey? Those are rare around these parts.
ReplyDeleteIf my hospital is so pathetic, then why would it's destruction be "glorious?" If it's a fire you want, I could give you the lumber and you can make yourself a really nice camp fire. Then you and your new buddy can snuggle up real close and whisper sweet nothings into one another's ears.
Your threats are idle.
Your hope would be shattered and you'd probably be deformed from the fire which would be pretty cool.
ReplyDeleteFire, explosions, the sight of your corpse burned nearly beyond recognition covering the equally charred body of some poor fool you are trying to protect... THAT is what is glorious dear Hospital Guy.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the clarification, fellas. And while I still take your idle threats and boasting with a grain of salt, I appreciate the thought you two put in to the last two comments. I'm sure it took you two a great deal of effort to form those lovely sentences.
ReplyDeleteTo a degree, yes it took some effort. I had so much on my mind at the time that was more important than you. What I wanted for dinner, how I was going to torture the shit out of the first Runner I see, what mask I should wear, whether Tensor was actually on MY trail... You know. Important stuff.
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