Almost Been a quiet month lately. Heheheh. Everybody is out doing their things, which don't involve little old me. That suits me just fine, not like I can stand being around any of them for any long periods of time anyway.... Well, except Vanguard, but he never talks. This is a REALLY nice little penthouse to have all by myself. I... Have to admit, I haven't been alone like this for a while now. Not counting the masked freaks we have wander in every so often, or the Agents running the Casino portion of our little Bond Villain Lair. Hehehehehehe.
SPEAKING of Bond Villains, I think some actual ones came by the other day. I don't really know what they wanted, I wasn't paying attention. They had nice suits, also thick accents, but the suits were the important part. Really wanted to get me one of those suits, so I asked them where they got them from, and if they wanted to come hang out at my house. I'm sure Babsy might not have approved of my unprofessionalism, letting two potential enemies into our humble abode, but you see... I really, REALLY wanted to get me a suit like that. And I just couldn't pass up the chance to get a two for one special.
So, while Jokes was out, I converted his shitty old room into my patented Room of Sunshine, Laughter, Approval, Uniqueness, Grandiosity, Haemophobia, Truth, Envelopment & Rainbows. It was great. We had fun. Pity the FUCKERS left such a mess behind. MANNERS PEOPLE, THEY MATTER. I swear the spillage was AWFUL, and the noise pollution they made. Fat Tony or whoever the fuck he was, sounded like he had been set on fire or something fucked up like that. I HATE, HATE, HATE, Overactors like that. All I did was introduce him to the wonders of Lemon Juice. No reason to start screaming, or begging for your life like that. Oh No. At least his partner didn't do quite as much of that. No... He was more the threatening sort. Real intimidating guy, but prone to rambling, I think. Really I just kind of tuned him out midway through his ranting about his boss, and something violent and unnecessary being inflicted on me and my boss. Heh. Promises, promises. When will people learn not to make promises they can't keep?
Sadly, those two couldn't stick around for dinner. Too bad, really, but I guess it also meant the meal would be a bit more tender than usual, which is no bad thing. Sometimes this shit is like Jerky, you know? Still, I probably should have got their names at least, before they left. I expect to start seeing them on the back of Milk Cartons. I had no idea they were famous. Heh. I DID end up going back downstairs to ask our girl what those two wanted. Turned out they were trying to get MONEY out of us. The Nerve of them. I expect I'll be seeing some of their friends drop by soon enough. When that happens... It would probably be helpful to the cause if I found out exactly who they were working for, and deal with that situation.
Hehehehehe. Yeah, that might alleviate the boredom a bit. Maybe once I find our adorable little Normy Norm boss of interest, I'll invite him to dinner too.
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Friday, May 1, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Thought Control
Been doing a lot of thinking lately. Why? Because THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO FUCKING DO AROUND HERE. Thinking and talking to myself spares me from having to deal with these insufferable jackasses I now live with. Why the hell do we even have Whats-her-name and Jokes, huh? The former is a faithless little shit, and the latter is just plain old shit. Fucking Gray at least has potential to be a crafter. Maybe even a fucking powerhouse one? That stuff is rough on the brain, I hear, which might explain the split personality thing. Whatever. I only have a couple uses for him in mind, if and when the time comes.
I can't believe I'm working for the frigging Whore of Babylon here. What a fucking downgrade. Had a chat with the most useless member of our little Family, about Miss Babylon's possible back-story. Former member of the Dumbass Bureaucracy we got rid of a few years back. Don't know if she was a Higher, or what, but I certainly had never heard of her. The story goes that, after the fall of the Bureaucracy, Father personally led her to a hidden cache of resources, and... Gave her secret knowledge, and power, so that she could rebuild our Family. I don't buy it. Where the hell was she during the whole Spencelight thing? How about when the Free Market became the, marginally, dominant sect of our Family? The timing of the whole thing seems really fucking suspicious to me. She pops up not all that long after Spencelight finally DIED. And the rumors are fucking true, might I add. She IS Redlight. No question. For some fucking reason a lot of these morons don't believe that. But what I want to know... Is she a NEW Redlight, or is she just lingering remnants of Spencer, playing some kind of game? Whatever she is... Redlight has picked up new tricks... But assuming she IS a new Redlight, I don't quite think she is up to par with the other two.
The last two Redlights... They were something special. The first guy, I dunno who he really was or why he was the way he was, was a goddamn terror. I wonder if that old rumor about him being Sage Jay was true... Funny, the little things you think about when you are bored, isn't it? And then there was Spencer. Too arrogant for his own good, but by Father, if he was in charge of this little Family, we wouldn't be in this mess with the [Redacted]. Oh MAN, can you imagine what kind of torture [Redacted] and [Redacted] would be under right now? I heard what he... Did... To Screamer... And he kinda sorta liked and respected Screamer. I can't even imagine what he would have done to Sloth... Heheheheh.
But the Devil is dead. And all we are left with is a leftover from the apocalypse. Heh. Big shoes to fill, Babsy. You haven't impressed me so far, and if I am unimpressed, I cannot IMAGINE how boring Father finds you. You have my leash for now, but don't forget who made that possible. If he abandons you, your leash abandons ME... Then I eat you, and clean up the mess you are letting lay around and spread.
It is stupidity, really. Free Market ethics probably made all the Mr. Funerals of the Family happy, but don't forget. They don't last long anyway. The long lasting members of our big, bloody, family are the little sweet boys and girls like ME. We're the tools that add variety, the spice of life, to Father's little hunt. We're the harriers who flush out the prey just when they think they have gotten an edge. We chase them down for Father's delight, and I have never ONCE killed a target Father didn't want me to. When push comes to shove... Most of the family will side with how things were, and should be. Mark my words.
Which reminds me. I REALLY need to go say HEY to some of our... Cousins. See what they think of the Free Market Ethics. Don't get me wrong here... I am sure they are perfectly happy with us not killstealing anymore, but that whole "Defend the Runners" bullshit probably has a few of them a little bit pissed. Maybe those darling Doctors might be willing to assist. I remember a couple that used to work with Screamer, from time to time. Maybe we can help them continue with their sacred mission from their Diseased God. Maybe the Beak will owe us a favor for it... Maybe... I dunno, it may be a stretch but at least maybe... Pull just ONE person out of the Castle. Maybe...
Pffft. Thoughts for the future, I guess. I would end this with a few vague threats of violence, but really, who the hell reads these anymore? The Blog fad died out, once Runners started figuring out that we did it too. Heheheheheh. Good times. But now it is just us, and some soon to be dead stragglers. Despite the Cat's intentions, and best efforts.
I can't believe I'm working for the frigging Whore of Babylon here. What a fucking downgrade. Had a chat with the most useless member of our little Family, about Miss Babylon's possible back-story. Former member of the Dumbass Bureaucracy we got rid of a few years back. Don't know if she was a Higher, or what, but I certainly had never heard of her. The story goes that, after the fall of the Bureaucracy, Father personally led her to a hidden cache of resources, and... Gave her secret knowledge, and power, so that she could rebuild our Family. I don't buy it. Where the hell was she during the whole Spencelight thing? How about when the Free Market became the, marginally, dominant sect of our Family? The timing of the whole thing seems really fucking suspicious to me. She pops up not all that long after Spencelight finally DIED. And the rumors are fucking true, might I add. She IS Redlight. No question. For some fucking reason a lot of these morons don't believe that. But what I want to know... Is she a NEW Redlight, or is she just lingering remnants of Spencer, playing some kind of game? Whatever she is... Redlight has picked up new tricks... But assuming she IS a new Redlight, I don't quite think she is up to par with the other two.
The last two Redlights... They were something special. The first guy, I dunno who he really was or why he was the way he was, was a goddamn terror. I wonder if that old rumor about him being Sage Jay was true... Funny, the little things you think about when you are bored, isn't it? And then there was Spencer. Too arrogant for his own good, but by Father, if he was in charge of this little Family, we wouldn't be in this mess with the [Redacted]. Oh MAN, can you imagine what kind of torture [Redacted] and [Redacted] would be under right now? I heard what he... Did... To Screamer... And he kinda sorta liked and respected Screamer. I can't even imagine what he would have done to Sloth... Heheheheh.
But the Devil is dead. And all we are left with is a leftover from the apocalypse. Heh. Big shoes to fill, Babsy. You haven't impressed me so far, and if I am unimpressed, I cannot IMAGINE how boring Father finds you. You have my leash for now, but don't forget who made that possible. If he abandons you, your leash abandons ME... Then I eat you, and clean up the mess you are letting lay around and spread.
It is stupidity, really. Free Market ethics probably made all the Mr. Funerals of the Family happy, but don't forget. They don't last long anyway. The long lasting members of our big, bloody, family are the little sweet boys and girls like ME. We're the tools that add variety, the spice of life, to Father's little hunt. We're the harriers who flush out the prey just when they think they have gotten an edge. We chase them down for Father's delight, and I have never ONCE killed a target Father didn't want me to. When push comes to shove... Most of the family will side with how things were, and should be. Mark my words.
Which reminds me. I REALLY need to go say HEY to some of our... Cousins. See what they think of the Free Market Ethics. Don't get me wrong here... I am sure they are perfectly happy with us not killstealing anymore, but that whole "Defend the Runners" bullshit probably has a few of them a little bit pissed. Maybe those darling Doctors might be willing to assist. I remember a couple that used to work with Screamer, from time to time. Maybe we can help them continue with their sacred mission from their Diseased God. Maybe the Beak will owe us a favor for it... Maybe... I dunno, it may be a stretch but at least maybe... Pull just ONE person out of the Castle. Maybe...
Pffft. Thoughts for the future, I guess. I would end this with a few vague threats of violence, but really, who the hell reads these anymore? The Blog fad died out, once Runners started figuring out that we did it too. Heheheheheh. Good times. But now it is just us, and some soon to be dead stragglers. Despite the Cat's intentions, and best efforts.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Arisen
So, I want you to imagine being in a very deep sleep. The deepest sleep you have ever experienced. You remember, once, that you had a name, a purpose an identity... But none of it matters anymore. Because you are here. You are asleep. That infinite darkness is all that you care about, no more regrets, no more questions, no more wondering, and its gonna be that way forever. Just calm, safe. Quiet.
Then, all of a sudden, you get this... Little twinge of pain, coursing throughout your consciousness. You are hungry. You want to gnaw, you want to bite, you want to chew, gulp, slurp and devour. Soon you want to fill yourself up with the anything you can, because the hunger is unFUCKINGbearable. You feel around you, blindly, in soundless darkness. It is all you CAN do. So you crawl around and suddenly there is this... Familiar warmth. So familiar, like something out of a long forgotten dream, and not necessarily a good one. You feel something soft, at the center of the warmth, and there are... Vibrations coming from it. Like the beating of a drum.. Faster and faster. And at that point, the hunger overwhelms you and you taste something coppery and wet, as you envelop the warmth and make it a part of you. It feels SO Good. You aren't aware of time, or anything, so you do not know how long it takes to finish the morsel, but as the last wet puddle goes dry, you feel yourself, you own form, for the first time in ages. Arms, your head, a torso, and you can still hear the beating sound of drums enveloped in that succulent coppery warmth. You reach out those new arms of yours and you touch the ground, cold, hard and inedible. Slowly you drag yourself over to that second drum, feeling... No, BASKING in that long forgotten warmth... Ah... But you need MORE. The feast has barely just begun, and that appetizer has merely whet your appetite. You engulf this second writhing mass of wet, sweet liquid, tender meat and tough bone, and you feel yourself becoming whole once again. Legs, feet, toes and skin. In your hunger, you shove that succulent beating drum deep within yourself and hear its noise finally... Fall silent. Yet, there is one more still beating beside it... And something else farther away. You crawl on your half formed belly towards this final course of the feast, and gorge yourself on all the sweetbreads a body has to offer, finally gaining sight and sound once again.
You look down and see that slowly diminishing mass. That sagging sack of skin, as you take its innards into yourself. You can hear the muffled screams that are finally beginning to subside, behind a gag. Eeeeh. Disgusting. Cold, tasteless. You ignore it. You focus on the meal at hand, while your mind wanders and you remember who you are. As you remember, your body begins to mold itself back into place. Eyes that are blue, hair that is white-gold, skin that is pale and not shapeless black mass. You picture yourself as you were, in your clothes, your best tie, your favorite hat, the custom coat, pants and shirt/vest combo made just for you, so you can move around freely while still looking classy as hell. And your body shifts to give it all back to you, only its part of you now, as much as skin, eyes and the Azoth that forms your entire body. AND YOU LAUGH. HAHAHAHA. BECAUSE ITS BEEN SO LONG. SO FUCKING LONG.
And at the height of your elation, you notice that you have an audience. Brown hair and eyes, wearing her shitty red dress and hat, grinning and laughing at the sight before her. A fleshy little suit filled with delectable little organs, with the audacity to smile at me. But it wasn't just the act of smiling. Do you know how annoying that smile was? Like she watching a favorite pet eating a treat given by the master. Little did I fucking know at the time, that was exactly what was happening.
So what does this all mean? Well, I will tell you... Hey Gang. I'm BACK again. DID YOU MISS ME? Old Mishy must be SPINNING IN HER GRAVE by now. Heheheheheheheheh. Wonder how long it will last? But really, what does it matter? I am stuck here now, so I might as well take the opportunity to continue my... Mission, and serve Father.
Ah... I am not alone either. In fact, I now have a NEW little team of freaks and weirdos.
And I hate them.
First we have the bitch who resurrected me again, Cordelia. The Whore of Babylon herself. Our glorious leader, in the service of Father, and the bitch with my leash. I don't know how, exactly, but if I do not do EXACTLY what she tells me to, she can make me HURT. BAD. Which is fucking weird, given that she is not exactly a Crafter of any kind.
Then we have Jokes. Yes, that is his name and yes it is appropriate. But not because he is funny. Spineless shithead sycophant for the Bitch in the Red Dress herself. At least he is pretty fun to mess with. The same cannot be said for dear Vanguard, who I am not entirely convinced is anything more than a robot. Is he mute? I don't know. He has not said shit to me, which in some ways is a blessing, but makes him VERY boring in others. Miss Babylon sure picked a shitty right hand man. Aren't those typically supposed to talk, give ideas and generally do things beyond standing there like a statue?
We also have Gray, our newest little acquisition. A Coward, a pessimist, and completely useless at any task that might be helpful.
He is my favorite.
Not so much his occasional Split Personality, Kor. Who confuses the hell out of me. I didn't even think that was really a THING outside of Father's shenanigans. I would know. But evidently Kor's been around for a while, even before Father got involved with this sad sack of self-loathing.
The last notable, is... I don't even remember her fucking name. Screw her. Kleptomaniac bitch. Femme Arsène Lupin, basically, just without all likability. Gray compares her to Robin Hood. But Gray is a Moron. I miss my old team. They were competent. We got along well. They were not the most annoying, kill-worthy little shits I have ever met.
Ah... Right. This is supposed to be an introduction though, right? Back-story time? Get it out of the way? Fine. Sure. In case some of you morons don't know who I am, I am Morningstar. Professional trash disposal unit. I am... Well I mean. I died at age 19 I think. Or was it 20? Those were rough times. So... Do I count the birthdays I missed due to being dead? Fuck it. Doesn't matter. My history begins in the year 2011, if you know what is good for you. It was Winter' winter, and I had just tortured my Dear Mother and Father to death, messily. It was amateurish, honestly. I had quite the concept of pain at the time, you see, but I still had no idea how to inflict it EFFICIENTLY. Truth be told, torture is a lot of work. All these... Preparations. But the end result usually makes it all worth it.
I digress.
I joined up with Father, He That Is, The Great Tall One, The Arbiter of the Black Woods, etc etc, and became one of his Chosen Proxies. I was taught how to do my job by a Proxy named Nightscream, who is... Sadly deceased... And I amassed a body count that would make some dictators blush, although apparently Miss Babylon wants me to be Gandhi or some shit now. Not that... All the bodies could be found. Heheheheheheheh. See, I developed a taste for human flesh, which makes me a favorite of Cleaning Teams within our little family. Then I died. Then I was brought back by an asshole, and imprinted on a few dozen Hollowed out shells. Then I came back for realsies and helped KILL THE ASSHOLE and his ASSHOLE friends. Then I got mind wiped and effectively erased from life again.
Now I'm back, and here to stay. I have TOTALLY turned over a new leaf guys. Promise. Pinky Swear. Cross my heart and hope to... Well. Oops. Heheheheheheh. No killing for little old me, oh no. Can't make the Cat angry, no sirree. Expect my posts to be SUNSHINE AND FRIGGEN RAINBOWS from now ON.
Would I lie?
Then, all of a sudden, you get this... Little twinge of pain, coursing throughout your consciousness. You are hungry. You want to gnaw, you want to bite, you want to chew, gulp, slurp and devour. Soon you want to fill yourself up with the anything you can, because the hunger is unFUCKINGbearable. You feel around you, blindly, in soundless darkness. It is all you CAN do. So you crawl around and suddenly there is this... Familiar warmth. So familiar, like something out of a long forgotten dream, and not necessarily a good one. You feel something soft, at the center of the warmth, and there are... Vibrations coming from it. Like the beating of a drum.. Faster and faster. And at that point, the hunger overwhelms you and you taste something coppery and wet, as you envelop the warmth and make it a part of you. It feels SO Good. You aren't aware of time, or anything, so you do not know how long it takes to finish the morsel, but as the last wet puddle goes dry, you feel yourself, you own form, for the first time in ages. Arms, your head, a torso, and you can still hear the beating sound of drums enveloped in that succulent coppery warmth. You reach out those new arms of yours and you touch the ground, cold, hard and inedible. Slowly you drag yourself over to that second drum, feeling... No, BASKING in that long forgotten warmth... Ah... But you need MORE. The feast has barely just begun, and that appetizer has merely whet your appetite. You engulf this second writhing mass of wet, sweet liquid, tender meat and tough bone, and you feel yourself becoming whole once again. Legs, feet, toes and skin. In your hunger, you shove that succulent beating drum deep within yourself and hear its noise finally... Fall silent. Yet, there is one more still beating beside it... And something else farther away. You crawl on your half formed belly towards this final course of the feast, and gorge yourself on all the sweetbreads a body has to offer, finally gaining sight and sound once again.
You look down and see that slowly diminishing mass. That sagging sack of skin, as you take its innards into yourself. You can hear the muffled screams that are finally beginning to subside, behind a gag. Eeeeh. Disgusting. Cold, tasteless. You ignore it. You focus on the meal at hand, while your mind wanders and you remember who you are. As you remember, your body begins to mold itself back into place. Eyes that are blue, hair that is white-gold, skin that is pale and not shapeless black mass. You picture yourself as you were, in your clothes, your best tie, your favorite hat, the custom coat, pants and shirt/vest combo made just for you, so you can move around freely while still looking classy as hell. And your body shifts to give it all back to you, only its part of you now, as much as skin, eyes and the Azoth that forms your entire body. AND YOU LAUGH. HAHAHAHA. BECAUSE ITS BEEN SO LONG. SO FUCKING LONG.
And at the height of your elation, you notice that you have an audience. Brown hair and eyes, wearing her shitty red dress and hat, grinning and laughing at the sight before her. A fleshy little suit filled with delectable little organs, with the audacity to smile at me. But it wasn't just the act of smiling. Do you know how annoying that smile was? Like she watching a favorite pet eating a treat given by the master. Little did I fucking know at the time, that was exactly what was happening.
So what does this all mean? Well, I will tell you... Hey Gang. I'm BACK again. DID YOU MISS ME? Old Mishy must be SPINNING IN HER GRAVE by now. Heheheheheheheheh. Wonder how long it will last? But really, what does it matter? I am stuck here now, so I might as well take the opportunity to continue my... Mission, and serve Father.
Ah... I am not alone either. In fact, I now have a NEW little team of freaks and weirdos.
And I hate them.
First we have the bitch who resurrected me again, Cordelia. The Whore of Babylon herself. Our glorious leader, in the service of Father, and the bitch with my leash. I don't know how, exactly, but if I do not do EXACTLY what she tells me to, she can make me HURT. BAD. Which is fucking weird, given that she is not exactly a Crafter of any kind.
Then we have Jokes. Yes, that is his name and yes it is appropriate. But not because he is funny. Spineless shithead sycophant for the Bitch in the Red Dress herself. At least he is pretty fun to mess with. The same cannot be said for dear Vanguard, who I am not entirely convinced is anything more than a robot. Is he mute? I don't know. He has not said shit to me, which in some ways is a blessing, but makes him VERY boring in others. Miss Babylon sure picked a shitty right hand man. Aren't those typically supposed to talk, give ideas and generally do things beyond standing there like a statue?
We also have Gray, our newest little acquisition. A Coward, a pessimist, and completely useless at any task that might be helpful.
He is my favorite.
Not so much his occasional Split Personality, Kor. Who confuses the hell out of me. I didn't even think that was really a THING outside of Father's shenanigans. I would know. But evidently Kor's been around for a while, even before Father got involved with this sad sack of self-loathing.
The last notable, is... I don't even remember her fucking name. Screw her. Kleptomaniac bitch. Femme Arsène Lupin, basically, just without all likability. Gray compares her to Robin Hood. But Gray is a Moron. I miss my old team. They were competent. We got along well. They were not the most annoying, kill-worthy little shits I have ever met.
Ah... Right. This is supposed to be an introduction though, right? Back-story time? Get it out of the way? Fine. Sure. In case some of you morons don't know who I am, I am Morningstar. Professional trash disposal unit. I am... Well I mean. I died at age 19 I think. Or was it 20? Those were rough times. So... Do I count the birthdays I missed due to being dead? Fuck it. Doesn't matter. My history begins in the year 2011, if you know what is good for you. It was Winter' winter, and I had just tortured my Dear Mother and Father to death, messily. It was amateurish, honestly. I had quite the concept of pain at the time, you see, but I still had no idea how to inflict it EFFICIENTLY. Truth be told, torture is a lot of work. All these... Preparations. But the end result usually makes it all worth it.
I digress.
I joined up with Father, He That Is, The Great Tall One, The Arbiter of the Black Woods, etc etc, and became one of his Chosen Proxies. I was taught how to do my job by a Proxy named Nightscream, who is... Sadly deceased... And I amassed a body count that would make some dictators blush, although apparently Miss Babylon wants me to be Gandhi or some shit now. Not that... All the bodies could be found. Heheheheheheheh. See, I developed a taste for human flesh, which makes me a favorite of Cleaning Teams within our little family. Then I died. Then I was brought back by an asshole, and imprinted on a few dozen Hollowed out shells. Then I came back for realsies and helped KILL THE ASSHOLE and his ASSHOLE friends. Then I got mind wiped and effectively erased from life again.
Now I'm back, and here to stay. I have TOTALLY turned over a new leaf guys. Promise. Pinky Swear. Cross my heart and hope to... Well. Oops. Heheheheheheh. No killing for little old me, oh no. Can't make the Cat angry, no sirree. Expect my posts to be SUNSHINE AND FRIGGEN RAINBOWS from now ON.
Would I lie?
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