I shall not lie to you Ladies and Gentlemen. I hate people. Every single miserable sinning last one of them. Little good has ever come from humanity, and it is all eclipsed by the horrors we inflict on each other and everything else. I know this first hand. I have seen and experienced some of the worst humanity has to offer. I have BECOME one of the worst, and I do not regret it. Should I? I have no idea. My side contains freaks, psychopaths, fanatics, criminals, innocents, fools, and geniuses all working towards a common goal. Serving our Father. Punishing humanity for it's evil and sin.
This is a fairly noble goal. Why then do I feel sad about the death of one insignificant human? A human I have BARELY interacted with. I should not be having flashbacks because of this... Anyway.
I have been wandering around New York City doing jack shit for the past couple of days. They probably want me back in Texas right now, to pick up the slack. I don't care. That Prosper asshole seems to have things under control. Strangely, I hope he fails to kill his next few targets. Or at the very least, becomes as "effective" as I currently am at killing important people.
I killed a fast food worker yesterday for being rude to me. I shoved a drill through his eyes and left him to rot in an alley. I had no fun with that one. Is that what I am missing right now? I go from Killdozer to... Drilling through a man's eye? Pathetic. WHEN DID I GET SO PATHETIC?!?! Gah. Pointless angst on top of this as well.
I am about positive HE has returned. The problem is, HE is doing odd things. According to reports, HE is PANICKED for some reason. Could IT be following him I wonder. It does not matter to me I suppose. As long as he stays FAR away from me, HE can go rot for all I care. I have to admit, HE scares me a little.
Maybe I should finally make contact with another group of Family Members in New York. Nothing better to do I suppose. Aside from killing a few more pathetic stain on this planet I find littering the dark corners of this shit hole.