Our new target (You know, I seem to be getting a new one every couple days. The Other Chosen take forever to get a new target... Am... Am I doing something wrong?) is some wealthy asshole by the name of Ozwell Goldman, who has been haunted by Father for about three months now. My understanding is that his daughter, Louisa, introduced him to Father, and thus began a long and frightening journey into paranoia and insanity. Make a damn good book wouldn't it? But as they say, all good things must come to an end. I represent the closing chapter of numerous untold stories. This one shall not be any different. Though it will be... More difficult I fear.
Paranoia+Wealth= Lots of Security. I have been told that the man, has a large force of security guards, at least three of which are fellow Chosen, assorted security cameras, guard dogs, and an underground bunker with "enough supplies to last a year." And somehow or another. Me, my thirteen fellow Chosen and the eight Chosen already tormenting Mr. Goldman have to circumvent ALL these defenses and put an end to him. WHAT. FUCKING. FUN. Twenty One Chosen versus what looks to ME like a damn fortress. REDLIGHT HIMSELF WOULD HAVE TROUBLE WITH THESE ODDS. But it gets WORSE. The Head of Goldman's Security, an Ex-Mountie named Leon McGivern, SUSPECTS our three insiders of being not who they say they are.
I am not one to complain about being ordered to murder someone, but THIS... THIS IS GODDAMN SUICIDE... So I have a few plans to try. First, we will send one of us to the Goldman Estate under the pretense of being one of you Unworthy. We'll see if he/she is let in. If that fails, plan B involves sneaking on board a supply truck disguised as... Cardboard Boxes or something. Plan C is trickier. I need to get my hands on a GIANT SLINGSHOT and as many Sticks of Dynamite as possible. In the event that Plan C cannot happen... Tackle fucking everything. Hell. It's all we would have left at that point...
Here's to hoping you all get your asses kicked. Especially you.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it cute, watching him deal with our everyday odds?
ReplyDeleteOnce again, Luke, I am noticing a pattern. Are you?
ReplyDelete@Hawk: Here's hoping Father rips you apart.
ReplyDelete@Sagey: When have YOU attacked a Fucking Fortress?
@Haku-Chan: Once again, Haku dearest, you are calling me by a name that no longer applies to me. And what blabbing about a pattern for?
Well, Star of the Morn, I wish you luck, even though I'm disgusted with your murder streak. And by the sounds of it you may need more then one giant slingshot. Maybe a few cannons instead, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteIf you need help formulating a plan of attack give me the word I've got your back. And don't worry your just good at your job is all.
ReplyDeleteStar. Someone might actually, you know, read this and when you do send someone they'll probably be watched closely for suspcious behavior, or be turned away. Wow saying that last part aloud is extrremly depressing...
ReplyDelete@Prometheus: I do not know how to make Cannons.
ReplyDelete@Tensor: I think we can handle this... But if all else fails, I shall come to you for advice.
@Nil: Unlikely. Mr. Goldman misunderstands the nature of the "Hauntings" that go on around him. Since... Marble Hornets or something... Whatever it was he watched first, he has refused to look up more information, out of fear it will make things worse. And if this intelligence is wrong... Tackle fucking everything.
I feel like Slender Man is trying to get rid of you. In a not-so-subtle way.
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