YOUR A FUCKING MUTE! YOU DON'T TALK. BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING MUTE. YOU HAVE NO SOUL. YOU DRESS YOURSELF FUNNY.
Also I left. I'm gonna go see Lys. I THINK, I can help her with the same thingy.
Since I don't open path portals, I literally rip them open TEARS, I was thinking maybe I could make a tear to Sam, assuming there really is a place where hes just chilling out their like a SACK OF SAD POTATOES.
Plus I'll get to see Lys and Cat. That'll be AWESOME.
Tell Blondie I'm sorry for running off without saying anything. TELL YOURSELF TO GO FUCK YOURSELF.
I can totally take care of myself! I got this. I SO GOT THIS. Its crazy how incredibly much I got this. Like you wouldn't believe.
See you when I get bored and come back. GO FUCK YOURSELF.
Picasso Delayed Entry End.
~
Edit: Moth here.
Picasso left this post behind on a delayed timer so it would go up a few hours after she left. Thankfully I caught and turned it off. This post was an incredibly stupid idea that accomplished little more than telling Fracture we were both divide and unprepared to deal with him or his people.
I have already tracked her dumb ass down and she is safe again, as of yesterday morning.
I'll write up something myself about tracking her down soon but we need to keep moving right now. I made a few Path trips to rush her return and I think Fracture found a way to track track those...
Moth Out.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
I Can't See You Over All the SCREAMING
Just keep moving, just KEEP moving, JUST KEEP MOVING.
Running is boring, you know that? Either everything is fine... or everything is HORRIBLE. No exciting moments in between that. Just boring wait for bad shit to happen and bad shit happening.
I don't know. MAYBE I'm doing it wrong.
...
So while I was on my nap fest a week or so back and I couldn't stand to look at my frog's monitor because it hurt my eyes, I tried to read my brothers Dairy thing.
But every time I tried to bring myself to read it things go so... LOUD. It became IN-FUCKING-POSSIBLE to think with the CONSTANT fucking screeching. I think Moth and Blondie about shit themselves when I rolled off the bed SCREAMING for it to FUCKING stop.
So... I'm gonna try to read it again right now.
OHMYGODTHESCREAMINGISSOLOUDMYVISIONBLURRED>I"MGOINGBLIND!MAKEITSTOP!MAKEITSTOP!
...
So I think its safe to assume Moth knows about my plan to stalk him to find out what THE FUCK he does at ASS'O'CLOCK in the morning. I couldn't really keep the frogs away from him while I was sick after all and I know he goes out of his way to check what I put on this blog.
Which is just as well I guess because he gets SUPER FUCKING RESTLESS without access to the frogs. Guess he doesn't like not knowing whats going on the blogs... or the sudden restriction to the frogs tipped him off that I was up to something and he needed to FEAR FOR HIS LIFE. Who knows?
I've not given up on finding out what hes up to though. That WILL happen and he MAY very well die over it yet!
Just as soon as I can adjust my sleep schedule... All the napping REALLY fucked my active hours and I keep passing out at around 9 at night.
...
YAY, new follows/stalkers.
What to address first. Diana:
GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU HORRIBLE BITCH. I SWEAR TO GOD IF I EVER MEET YOU I'M GOING TO COLLECT A FIST FULL OF 'CAPS LOCK' BUTTONS AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT. Also hello, and welcome.
Second, Arkady:
You'r my FUCKING hero. You destroyed the HORRIBLE monsterling Jen before it could cocoon up and take on its final form and killed SEVERAL proxies in the process. You are FUCKING amazing.
Burn down EVERY city if you have to. BRING FATHER TO HIS KNEES. End the suffering... forever.
Lys:
Hello! How are you. I'm good. I try to be but things keep hurting me and making me sick. Have you healed up well? No, the scars are cute! Oh fine, handsome you big baby. Sad they took away that operator symbol. I'm gonna have to remark you sometime! But, you know... when you aren't so beat up. So I hear you are doing research stuff. I'mma do a bit of research to. SEE WHAT I CAN FIND. I know but I want to. Fine but you too okay? Bye.
...
I wrote these over the week. They are all kind of... SHORT. But by their power combine... I haz post.
Picasso Entry END.
Running is boring, you know that? Either everything is fine... or everything is HORRIBLE. No exciting moments in between that. Just boring wait for bad shit to happen and bad shit happening.
I don't know. MAYBE I'm doing it wrong.
...
So while I was on my nap fest a week or so back and I couldn't stand to look at my frog's monitor because it hurt my eyes, I tried to read my brothers Dairy thing.
But every time I tried to bring myself to read it things go so... LOUD. It became IN-FUCKING-POSSIBLE to think with the CONSTANT fucking screeching. I think Moth and Blondie about shit themselves when I rolled off the bed SCREAMING for it to FUCKING stop.
So... I'm gonna try to read it again right now.
OHMYGODTHESCREAMINGISSOLOUDMYVISIONBLURRED>I"MGOINGBLIND!MAKEITSTOP!MAKEITSTOP!
...
So I think its safe to assume Moth knows about my plan to stalk him to find out what THE FUCK he does at ASS'O'CLOCK in the morning. I couldn't really keep the frogs away from him while I was sick after all and I know he goes out of his way to check what I put on this blog.
Which is just as well I guess because he gets SUPER FUCKING RESTLESS without access to the frogs. Guess he doesn't like not knowing whats going on the blogs... or the sudden restriction to the frogs tipped him off that I was up to something and he needed to FEAR FOR HIS LIFE. Who knows?
I've not given up on finding out what hes up to though. That WILL happen and he MAY very well die over it yet!
Just as soon as I can adjust my sleep schedule... All the napping REALLY fucked my active hours and I keep passing out at around 9 at night.
...
YAY, new follows/stalkers.
What to address first. Diana:
GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU HORRIBLE BITCH. I SWEAR TO GOD IF I EVER MEET YOU I'M GOING TO COLLECT A FIST FULL OF 'CAPS LOCK' BUTTONS AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT. Also hello, and welcome.
Second, Arkady:
You'r my FUCKING hero. You destroyed the HORRIBLE monsterling Jen before it could cocoon up and take on its final form and killed SEVERAL proxies in the process. You are FUCKING amazing.
Burn down EVERY city if you have to. BRING FATHER TO HIS KNEES. End the suffering... forever.
Lys:
Hello! How are you. I'm good. I try to be but things keep hurting me and making me sick. Have you healed up well? No, the scars are cute! Oh fine, handsome you big baby. Sad they took away that operator symbol. I'm gonna have to remark you sometime! But, you know... when you aren't so beat up. So I hear you are doing research stuff. I'mma do a bit of research to. SEE WHAT I CAN FIND. I know but I want to. Fine but you too okay? Bye.
...
I wrote these over the week. They are all kind of... SHORT. But by their power combine... I haz post.
Picasso Entry END.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Recovery post, AGAIN
Getting REALLY tired of constantly being really injured, sick, or tired.
The last week has been a blur. I slept through practically ALL OF IT. It sucked.
Wake up, get force fed food, sleep, wake up AGAIN, get FORCE FED water, sleep, WAKE UP, go to car, SLEEP AGAIN, wake up, go new place, MORE FUCKING SLEEP.
I thought I was gonna be fine when I wrote that post after the vomit session but I guess that was the adrenaline. I laid down and everything started getting REALLY cold and I didn't want to move because it FUCKING HURT every time I did. I tried writing a post sooner but that BLUE FUCKING GLOW from the frog's screen gave me a migraine to look directly at. So I slept... CONSTANTLY.
But I feel better and I can finally walk around and do things and it BETTER fucking stay that way this time or I swear to the gods SOMEONE IS GONNA DIE.
...
On a slightly less homicidal note, Blondie is still with us. I forget her real name and she isn't really blonde but I like calling her that. She has this AWESOME glare.
I think she's lonelier then she lets on. I could hear when I was trying to sleep sometimes. She talks to herself. Like, ALL THE FUCKING TIME. And not just a little bit of it, she has full conversations with herself. Half of which, seem to be entirely IN HER HEAD. I could only ever hear the speaking half, I can't hear the part where she thinks an answer back at herself.
Its adorable. I think. She hasn't done it once since I've regain the ability to be awake for longer than 30 minutes at a time. I figure because she knows I'm watching. Shyness is ADORABLE, regardless of how insane the reason.
I'm gonna see if I can't get her to write a post.
Only RIGHT for someone to introduce themselves.
Picasso Entry End
The last week has been a blur. I slept through practically ALL OF IT. It sucked.
Wake up, get force fed food, sleep, wake up AGAIN, get FORCE FED water, sleep, WAKE UP, go to car, SLEEP AGAIN, wake up, go new place, MORE FUCKING SLEEP.
I thought I was gonna be fine when I wrote that post after the vomit session but I guess that was the adrenaline. I laid down and everything started getting REALLY cold and I didn't want to move because it FUCKING HURT every time I did. I tried writing a post sooner but that BLUE FUCKING GLOW from the frog's screen gave me a migraine to look directly at. So I slept... CONSTANTLY.
But I feel better and I can finally walk around and do things and it BETTER fucking stay that way this time or I swear to the gods SOMEONE IS GONNA DIE.
...
On a slightly less homicidal note, Blondie is still with us. I forget her real name and she isn't really blonde but I like calling her that. She has this AWESOME glare.
I think she's lonelier then she lets on. I could hear when I was trying to sleep sometimes. She talks to herself. Like, ALL THE FUCKING TIME. And not just a little bit of it, she has full conversations with herself. Half of which, seem to be entirely IN HER HEAD. I could only ever hear the speaking half, I can't hear the part where she thinks an answer back at herself.
Its adorable. I think. She hasn't done it once since I've regain the ability to be awake for longer than 30 minutes at a time. I figure because she knows I'm watching. Shyness is ADORABLE, regardless of how insane the reason.
I'm gonna see if I can't get her to write a post.
Only RIGHT for someone to introduce themselves.
Picasso Entry End
Friday, April 5, 2013
Blondie, Ginger, and Sickness Unite! Rise of the Serpentine, FALL OF THE SAPPHIRE.
Hahahaha! Our power grows, WE MADE A NEW FRIEND. One, THAT KILLS PEOPLE! We are gonna kill Fracture. We are gonna kill Fracture. We are gonna kill Fracture!
Hehehe. Blondie came back... Well. Wait. I should start earlier then that.
SO, we were out shopping for medicines and booze. I'm hoping the right combinations of those things will stop the black stuffs from occasionally CLAWING AT MY THROAT AND SPEWING OUT MY MOUTH. I bought all kinds of medicine. Allergy meds, pain meds, cold meds, vitamins, and even birth control and hormones.
One of these thing amplified with the MOST POWERFUL alcohol Moth could find, something called Everclear, is bound to cure me. Moth at no point tried to stop me so I'm assuming this is a good idea. So we got all the different things they would sell us and were heading to home.
Then suddenly, BAM! Some crazy fucking ginger BITCH in a school girl outfit and an open hoodie with an operator symbol on the front of the hood popped out of nowhere and slammed a freaky bamboo sword thing into Moths chest throwing him hard on his STUPID MUTE ASS.
I dropped my bags and pulled my hatchets and charged but the GINGER CUNT sidestepped me fucking ELBOWED me hard on the chest. I reeled back and fell to a knee and started coughing my FUCKING BRAINS OUT. TERRIBLE time to fall into a coughing fit.
"Time to die proxy scum," she said running in to make a swipe for my head.
Moth run one and help up his spear to let her run into it but she dropped to a slide and brought the swipe down hard onto his chest again throwing him right back down on his ass.
"You should have ran," he cackled readying another run at us. "Now, you both die."
"FUCK YOU BI-" is managed to spit out before I started coughing my brains out, AGAIN. Things were looking bad.
"Hey, what's going on here?" said a familiar sounding voice. And into the alley comes Blondie!
"Stay out of this!" the ginger immediately spat out, only taking a moment to glance over. "This h-... you... That Mask...Proxy!" she yelled, raising her weapon to Blondie. Not sure WHAT mask she was talking about. Blondie doesn't wear one.
Blondie moved in between us and her. "I'm not the one acting like a proxy here. You are!"
"Said the monster behind his mask," hissed back the ginger missing a swipe with her sword thing at Blondie.
I was thoroughly confused. The crazy bitch couldn't seem to even get Blondie's FUCKING GENDER right.
"What fucking mask you craz-" was all I got out before I broke out in another coughing fit.
"What do you want with these idiots?" questioned Blondie.
"I'm GONNA CRUSH THEM!" responded ginger finally landing a a blow, throwing Blondie off her footing.
Blondie was quick to get back to her feet and pulled a GUN aiming it right at the gingers CRAZY FUCKING FACE.
"Not if I obliterate your fucking face first, sweetheart. You're a goddamn proxy that has no other purpose than to lay down and die. Look at you, hunting two non-proxies. It's you who is the proxy, get it straight in your head."
"Nonproxy-... No! You're the proxies... your in masks! ... Right?"
"We are not in masks. Are you blind or something, girl?" asked Blondie suring up her aim, finger TWITCHING to end the crazy bitches life and put an end to this.
"I..." said the ginger at a loss for words. Somehow that REDICULOUS bluff worked... not sure now. Me and Moth kind of... REALLY look like proxies.
The ginger made a run for it and Blondie fired a round or two at her. Not sure if she was shooting to kill. PROBABLY was though. Shes scary.
The three of us made a break for it after that in case of cops showing up. Gunshots tend to draw them in.
"This is where you guys are staying?"
"Yep!" I replied proudly. Another shitty little motel thing.
"This won't do. Its to close to where you were just attacked. Grab your shit. We need to move you," she said looking around. "I'm gonna hotwire a car so hurry."
Shes was so awesome. "You're so AWESOME."
"Yeah... whatever. Hurry up," she said heading to the parking lot.
We grabbed our stuff fast as we could and met her at a car and climbed in and the three of us sped off.
Moth pulled off his shirt and started putting rubbing stuff on his bruise, the BIG MUTE baby. I got to work on my med cocktail.
"So why are you helping us? LAST TIME WE TALKED, you were still planning to kill us."
"I said I wouldn't without a cause and that makes you as good as civilians... I wasn't about to sit back and watch civilians get hurt."
"Is that the ONLY reason?" I prodded. I was hoping she would remember her FUCKING PROMISE.
"Do I need more reasoning?"
"I GUESS NOT!" I screamed at her. I felt like... I could just... crush her STUPID FUCKING SKULL into the steering wheel.
But then I broke into another coughing it.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yeah... got... I think the cockroaches call it Slender Sickness..."
She looked horrified as I started coughing up black gunk. "Is there anyway to treat that?"
"We got a bunch of medicine today... we're gonna find a way. I KNOW IT."
Moth spent most of the trip taking care of his bruise silently, like he does.
We stopped at a new motel some ways away.
"You guys get attacked a lot?" she asked as we got out of the car.
"No... but when we do, ITS BAD. I took a fucking SNIPER ROUND an little while back," I said pulling up my shirt to show the wound.
"And how long does slender sickness last?"
"No idea... if cockroach blogs are any indicator... til you die... and its supposed to CONSTANTLY get worse."
She stared down at the floor for a while. I guess she was taking in everything she had learned about us... calculated our SURVIVAL ODDS. Found them lacking. "I think... it would be best if I came with you guys for a little while."
"Really?" I asked. I couldn't believe my ears. I was pretty sure it was a trap and we needed to take her out now before she could STRIKE, but I'm hopeful that I'm wrong... so... "YAY!" I yelled and hugged her.
She did that awesome thing she does where she makes and annoyed grunt and pulls me off of her. "Just until you aren't sick anymore, okay? And as long as you two don't get in my way."
"We'll sure try!"
"... Right..., I'm gonna take care of the car. You two get a room for us," she said and took off.
And naturally, WE GOT A ROOM.
Not sure when she got back. I took the bed cocktail while she was out, I passed right out. When I woke up I felt like SHIT and had to make an immediate run for the bathroom. I proceeded to vomit up A NEVER ENDING SUPPLY OF BLACK GUNK for like, AN HOUR.
Apparently Blondie didn't KILL or DITCH us while I was asleep. She came in after about 10 minutes and started rubbing my back.
She's so awesome! NOW IF ONLY SHE COULD REMEMBER PROMISES. I guess we all need a little breaking in though...
So... I'm feeling a little better... haven't coughed since my marathon vomit session... hope things stay like that...
PICASSO out.
Hehehe. Blondie came back... Well. Wait. I should start earlier then that.
SO, we were out shopping for medicines and booze. I'm hoping the right combinations of those things will stop the black stuffs from occasionally CLAWING AT MY THROAT AND SPEWING OUT MY MOUTH. I bought all kinds of medicine. Allergy meds, pain meds, cold meds, vitamins, and even birth control and hormones.
One of these thing amplified with the MOST POWERFUL alcohol Moth could find, something called Everclear, is bound to cure me. Moth at no point tried to stop me so I'm assuming this is a good idea. So we got all the different things they would sell us and were heading to home.
Then suddenly, BAM! Some crazy fucking ginger BITCH in a school girl outfit and an open hoodie with an operator symbol on the front of the hood popped out of nowhere and slammed a freaky bamboo sword thing into Moths chest throwing him hard on his STUPID MUTE ASS.
I dropped my bags and pulled my hatchets and charged but the GINGER CUNT sidestepped me fucking ELBOWED me hard on the chest. I reeled back and fell to a knee and started coughing my FUCKING BRAINS OUT. TERRIBLE time to fall into a coughing fit.
"Time to die proxy scum," she said running in to make a swipe for my head.
Moth run one and help up his spear to let her run into it but she dropped to a slide and brought the swipe down hard onto his chest again throwing him right back down on his ass.
"You should have ran," he cackled readying another run at us. "Now, you both die."
"FUCK YOU BI-" is managed to spit out before I started coughing my brains out, AGAIN. Things were looking bad.
"Hey, what's going on here?" said a familiar sounding voice. And into the alley comes Blondie!
"Stay out of this!" the ginger immediately spat out, only taking a moment to glance over. "This h-... you... That Mask...Proxy!" she yelled, raising her weapon to Blondie. Not sure WHAT mask she was talking about. Blondie doesn't wear one.
Blondie moved in between us and her. "I'm not the one acting like a proxy here. You are!"
"Said the monster behind his mask," hissed back the ginger missing a swipe with her sword thing at Blondie.
I was thoroughly confused. The crazy bitch couldn't seem to even get Blondie's FUCKING GENDER right.
"What fucking mask you craz-" was all I got out before I broke out in another coughing fit.
"What do you want with these idiots?" questioned Blondie.
"I'm GONNA CRUSH THEM!" responded ginger finally landing a a blow, throwing Blondie off her footing.
Blondie was quick to get back to her feet and pulled a GUN aiming it right at the gingers CRAZY FUCKING FACE.
"Not if I obliterate your fucking face first, sweetheart. You're a goddamn proxy that has no other purpose than to lay down and die. Look at you, hunting two non-proxies. It's you who is the proxy, get it straight in your head."
"Nonproxy-... No! You're the proxies... your in masks! ... Right?"
"We are not in masks. Are you blind or something, girl?" asked Blondie suring up her aim, finger TWITCHING to end the crazy bitches life and put an end to this.
"I..." said the ginger at a loss for words. Somehow that REDICULOUS bluff worked... not sure now. Me and Moth kind of... REALLY look like proxies.
The ginger made a run for it and Blondie fired a round or two at her. Not sure if she was shooting to kill. PROBABLY was though. Shes scary.
The three of us made a break for it after that in case of cops showing up. Gunshots tend to draw them in.
"This is where you guys are staying?"
"Yep!" I replied proudly. Another shitty little motel thing.
"This won't do. Its to close to where you were just attacked. Grab your shit. We need to move you," she said looking around. "I'm gonna hotwire a car so hurry."
Shes was so awesome. "You're so AWESOME."
"Yeah... whatever. Hurry up," she said heading to the parking lot.
We grabbed our stuff fast as we could and met her at a car and climbed in and the three of us sped off.
Moth pulled off his shirt and started putting rubbing stuff on his bruise, the BIG MUTE baby. I got to work on my med cocktail.
"So why are you helping us? LAST TIME WE TALKED, you were still planning to kill us."
"I said I wouldn't without a cause and that makes you as good as civilians... I wasn't about to sit back and watch civilians get hurt."
"Is that the ONLY reason?" I prodded. I was hoping she would remember her FUCKING PROMISE.
"Do I need more reasoning?"
"I GUESS NOT!" I screamed at her. I felt like... I could just... crush her STUPID FUCKING SKULL into the steering wheel.
But then I broke into another coughing it.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yeah... got... I think the cockroaches call it Slender Sickness..."
She looked horrified as I started coughing up black gunk. "Is there anyway to treat that?"
"We got a bunch of medicine today... we're gonna find a way. I KNOW IT."
Moth spent most of the trip taking care of his bruise silently, like he does.
We stopped at a new motel some ways away.
"You guys get attacked a lot?" she asked as we got out of the car.
"No... but when we do, ITS BAD. I took a fucking SNIPER ROUND an little while back," I said pulling up my shirt to show the wound.
"And how long does slender sickness last?"
"No idea... if cockroach blogs are any indicator... til you die... and its supposed to CONSTANTLY get worse."
She stared down at the floor for a while. I guess she was taking in everything she had learned about us... calculated our SURVIVAL ODDS. Found them lacking. "I think... it would be best if I came with you guys for a little while."
"Really?" I asked. I couldn't believe my ears. I was pretty sure it was a trap and we needed to take her out now before she could STRIKE, but I'm hopeful that I'm wrong... so... "YAY!" I yelled and hugged her.
She did that awesome thing she does where she makes and annoyed grunt and pulls me off of her. "Just until you aren't sick anymore, okay? And as long as you two don't get in my way."
"We'll sure try!"
"... Right..., I'm gonna take care of the car. You two get a room for us," she said and took off.
And naturally, WE GOT A ROOM.
Not sure when she got back. I took the bed cocktail while she was out, I passed right out. When I woke up I felt like SHIT and had to make an immediate run for the bathroom. I proceeded to vomit up A NEVER ENDING SUPPLY OF BLACK GUNK for like, AN HOUR.
Apparently Blondie didn't KILL or DITCH us while I was asleep. She came in after about 10 minutes and started rubbing my back.
She's so awesome! NOW IF ONLY SHE COULD REMEMBER PROMISES. I guess we all need a little breaking in though...
So... I'm feeling a little better... haven't coughed since my marathon vomit session... hope things stay like that...
PICASSO out.
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