Worthless Bitch

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.

To Hell with this.

"There has been a delay, we will get the weapon to you tomorrow."
The next day: "There has been a delay, we will get the weapon to you tomorrow."
The next goddamn day: "There has been a delay, we will get the weapon to you tomorrow."
When it gets here, I am going to use the damn thing on the IDIOTS who are supposed to be bringing it. But seeing as how this might take a while, I had better find something to amuse myself with. I have been putting it off for SO long, you know. Just so Haku-Chan could get worried for a while. So, we are going to go see Haku-Chan's little girlfriend and perform a mercy kill on her. God (Father) KNOWS she needs it BADLY. But I gotta say, it was so much FUN fucking with her like this. Plus now I know their friendship is nice and strong. That way, when I end it, it will hurt all the more.
As for the torture of the day... I am thinking... Aside from whatever beating we give her to knock her out and then move her to a Happy Fun Chamber... We yank out some teeth, Slice off a few body parts (We need something to send to Haku-Chan as a present after all)... Leave her locked up in a room with Justin Bieber music... Put on a puppet show for her with her Family's heads (Including the Animals). OH. And Waterboarding. I love THAT.  Hmm. May also leave her in Solitary for a few days as well. So we have enough time to unleash the Weapon. Foot Roasting maybe... Never fond of that one.
Oh. How about this one... And I have never used it before but always wanted to: Rats. We have some starving rats. I understand that they used to torture people tying them to the floor, and then by cutting slits in the stomach and then letting the rats run wild. They would then begin to EAT the Intestines, leading a slow agonizing death. What do you think? Should I use that to finish her off?
GOD I CAN'T WAIT.

Update on the Secret Weapon

It should be finished tomorrow. Then comes our second problem: Getting the Goddamn thing up here. They built the thing in Illinois and I am in fucking Hockey Land. This thing would attract a LOT of attention from border officials.  The Good News however is, border officials are as easily bribe-able as anyone else. And if we have the money to BUILD one of these things, we SURE as hell have the money to pay a few people to look the other way. And everyone involved is excited to test this thing out.
But we do have some bad news from the Goldman Estate. Mr. McGivern is actually moving against our spies. Now, we do not actually need them in there anymore, but it is beneficial for us to know what is going on inside that place. So I am going to have one of the spies start "slipping up" to draw attention away from the other spies. Naturally I cannot make it too obvious, otherwise it McGivern could figure out what we are really doing. Aren't I SMART. Hehehehehehehe.
Also I found this LOVELY new Blouse. In the woods. Because there is no store for several miles... Or should I say kilometers here. It PERFECTLY matches my new DRESS and HIGH HEELS and TIARA that I bought off of a rich squirrel (Cost me my nuts though, what a fucking rip-off). It's got a mysterious stain in it though. I wonder where that came from.

A Post for Waiting

You know, I have always wondered what all those Slasher movie villains do when they are not stalking and murdering people. I think I know the answer. They sit on their asses and WAIT. Waiting is perhaps the worst thing in the world. I hate it. You unworthy have it real lucky sometimes you know that? Constant action. Father could appear at any time and drag you screaming all the way down to hell. But for us, the Chosen? We have to wait for the Ok to do ANYTHING. The Hallowed don't mind this because they don't really mind ANYTHING anymore. But Agents? We have to amuse ourselves somehow. I'm halfway considering watching fucking Television. I never do that. Well aside from the news and the weather and all that important shit.
A pity Cartoon Network does not have anything GOOD on anymore. Travel Channel just makes me hungry. Chiller isn't scary anymore. The History Channels are nice though, if a bit boring at times. Disney has become shit.
I could always read a book. The problem is, while I am sure there are plenty in the Goldman Estate, I do not have any HERE. Same problem with movies.
I KNOW the secret weapon will take time to build and ship up here. The guy who built it the first time around took three months. The difference between him and us? We have manpower and a budget. We are also going to add a few things on... Like paint. I wonder if we should paint Operator Symbols on it, just for the hell of it. We also might want to make the thing move faster... I hear that the original was ungodly slow. A pity they already shot down my idea for a knife gun. You know. A Gun that shoots knives. Huh... Maybe they go for a carrot gun then?
Ah.. Anyway, the thing should be done within the week. Should. Until then... OH. I'M GONNA GO SHOPPING.

Plans A, B and C Failed Miserably... But that is OK.

The moment Goldman got words of another Unworthy begging for help, he immediately told poor Temperantia to piss off or be shot. In less polite terms that is. Plan B cannot happen because there ARE no supply trucks. There is a supply HELICOPTER. Plan C is apparently impossible, or so they tell me anyway. But it turns out we don't have to do Plan D.
I at first thought... Hey. Didn't the PTC send a bunch of idiots into The Path of Black Leaves? And that bunch of idiots was armed with their... Laser Rifle thingies. So I asked if we could use the lasers because OBVIOUSLY those PTC grunts will not be needing them anymore. I was told: No. Not "No, but convince me you need them REALLY badly" No. The "No and if you ask again I am going to personally disembowel your psychotic ass here and now" kind of No.
So then I decided to drown my sorrows by reading articles on Cracked. Then I saw something. The Shining Solution to my problems. I went back to the Higher Ups with inspiration for a new idea. And they LOVED it. So they are going to make it happen, and give it to me to Test on Mr. Goldman's estate. What is it you may ask? It is a surprise. A lovely beautiful armored surprised. OOOH THIS IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN.
The downside of course, is I will have to wait a few days. They are devoting a good bit of Man-Power to this. And it will be totally worth it.

So Much for Easy Targets

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...

Bianca lacked the "Will" to Survive

FINALLY. I FINALLY got Naomi off my back. Lovely little trap set up, and sprung on my dear pursuers. I GOTTA say, the two of them put up quite a fight. A shame I was only able to kill off Bianca. I shudder to think what might have happened had there been anyone else at the ambush. Like WILL. Maybe if he was there, poor Bianca wouldn't be in the sad state she is in right now. Innit that right Bianca?
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Oh fine. Don't answer my question. So damn rude. And don't say decapitation is an excuse... Because it is not. But seriously, wasn't Will getting... I don't know... Martial Arts training or some shit? Yet he seems to be spending his time RUNNING AWAY LIKE A GODDAMN COWARD. Coward? OH. I GET IT NOW. HAHAHAHA. THAT'S WHY HE DID NOT ACCOMPANY NAOMI AND BIANCA. He was too CHICKEN. Oh MAN this is too Funny.
And my GOD Naomi. What happened that confidence you had? Running scared and begging for that WORTHLESS coward to come to your rescue. Oooh. I am almost embarrassed that you were one of the Chosen at one time. Heh. Then again at least you were defeated by someone like ME as opposed to some worthless, tiny witch like some OTHER Chosen I know. It almost feels like a waste of time chasing after you Naomi. All that would gain is the death of a pathetic traitor and a coward (assuming he isn't too busy pissing himself in fear to answer your plea for help). I have more important, not to mention formidable, prey to hunt.
So all in all it has been a good day. HOW ARE YOU, ALL MY FOLLOWERS.
Oh and Will: