Three more died last night. Three more Chosen. My FRIENDS. Before Yesterday our number was 13. Now we are but 9... Graffiacane, Cagnazzo, Rubicante, Ciriatto... May your souls rest in Heaven with Father.
This may be my fault in some way. When I heard that BITCH killed Graffiacane, I sort of freaked out and ordered an attack. The Twelve of us, filled with rage, descended upon the farm shortly before Midnight. I did not expect any real resistance, so I had half of us go after the animals, while the rest of us were to attack the people. They were waiting for us it seems. They started shooting, we shot back. Needing a distraction, I decided to Light up the Night. So I set their barn on fire. Upon returning to the battlefield, I discovered Cagnazzo and Rubicante dead, along with two of the defenders. I saw Ciriatto fall next, with Malacoda promptly avenging him. SHE was around, I could tell. I did not see her, but she was nearly as easy to find as one of us.
It was about this time I realized that this was not a good idea. We fell back, and I stopped by the barn to make SURE all the things inside were dead or dying. I was followed in by an older man. Bastard was surprisingly tough, but he went down nonetheless. Then, as I looked back towards the entrance of the barn, guess who I saw? She started shooting at me, so I was forced to escape out the back of the barn.
What a disaster. We spent all morning giving the fallen a proper burial. We should not have attacked so quickly.... We did not have a plan, there was a full moon out, we were pissed off and thus stupid... The slaughter likely means I need to get the hell out of Canada now. If that Goddamn weapon is not there when I make it back to the Goldman Estate, I am going to just say FUCK IT, and leave.
Cagnazzo, Rubicante, Ciriatto... I am Sorry. Graffiacane, we WILL Avenge you.
Addendum: I also need to see to it that the Chosen who was ASSIGNED to the Bitch is punished for not assisting us. The Coward was nearby, but he ran away.
You really have lost your edge. You call THIS a torture session? You can't even hunt down one crazy little girl with thirteen odd fellow psychos. You're done, Star.
ReplyDeletemichelle... already had a proxy assigned to her?
ReplyDelete@Sagey: No. I call this a disaster. A torture session would end with me in a giddy mood. This is simply depressing. But I know a cure to my depression. Want to guess what it is?
ReplyDelete@Hakurei: Of course she did. How do you think we found her so quickly? Aren't you supposed to be the Smart Sage?
you named your mooks after...after...Final Fantasy villains?
ReplyDelete... Final Fantasy Villains? NO. READ A BOOK SOMETIME. Specifically Dante's Inferno. The Malebranche? GOD. Ignorance.
ReplyDeleteNevermind the blasphemers Morningstar. I would not expect too much from them.
ReplyDeleteSo more of our brethren have fallen to these fools? How unfortunate. Would that I were able to join you when you put this blasphemer back in her place.
~Regards
huh. tell me, Luke, were those proxies really your friends? do you actually feel pain upon their loss?
ReplyDeleteWho is Luke? I do not know any Luke.
ReplyDeleteway to dodge the question, Luke.
ReplyDeleteThere is no Luke here. Not here, never here.
ReplyDeleteYou really made my day morningstar.
ReplyDeleteI return and the first thing i find is you crying over the loss of other proxies.
What kind of failed group are you leading?
Even someone who is turning proxie can deep 6 you people.
But that's not even half of it.
I know you care about other proxies now.
I'll make sure to give the next one i kill a shallow grave.
And to top it all off i now know your name luke.
Funny story, up to this point i thought you were a girl.
I do not give a shit about those anonymous, faceless, mask wearing morons you people deal with on a daily basis.
ReplyDeleteMy name has been stated previously in this blog. Several times.
AND GODDAMMIT WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I AM A GIRL.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
ReplyDeleteHow does it feel, Morningstar? How does it feel to lose your friends to your enemies? How does it feel to find your friends dead, never to talk, or laugh, or enjoy each other's company again? HOW DOES IT FEEL, MORNINGSTAR?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
@Scott, I can tell that we are gonna be friends.
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting how someone like you can actually care for other beings.
ReplyDelete@Iscariot
ReplyDelete... Blasphemer.. seriously?..
@Morning Star
SINCE WHEN DID BLASPHEMER (SM) STARTED WITH HIS GOD DELIRIUM, HOW THAT THING CAN TEACH YOU THAT SO GREEDLY?. I'm already tired of this..
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My condolences for the casualities.
Hell, you probably don't like sympathy, but I'm gonna give it anyway. I'm sorry for your loss Morningstar. We are all human, doesn't matter what side we're fighting on. Yet no one seems to understand that. I hope your comrades rest peacefully.
ReplyDeleteBut this is war after all, and no one's gonna stop this senseless need for death anytime soon. Sometimes I wonder which is worse, the Hunters or the Hunted...
@Prometheus
ReplyDeleteI always believed that runners and proxies are in the same side of the board. Just that Blasphemer tricks them into its tools. Some may think having mercy for proxies is just an unnecesary obstacle, but God, life is boring without obstacles.
We are humans, it is difficult to define between hunters and hunted.
@Killer: You tell me how it feels. You have experienced it far more than I. And you will feel it again and again and again. I on the other hand, will not.
ReplyDelete@The rest of you: Do not mistake this as weakness on my part. If Father asked me to kill any of my friends I would do so without hesitation.