Ferus wants to find this object. I ain't got no complaints if I can keep killing. If I can't he's in big trouble, gotta kill something, can't stop. HAVE TO HARVEST.
It's programmed into me y'know, so to speak.
Don't ya worry, Ferus me boy, I got no problem killing in the direction of your object.
Graves took out some Belgium officers that tried to interfere. Should of seen her!! They came out with guns aimed and she vanished. Came outta nowhere from the side of em and swung that shovel, lopped off their heads like she was the fucking grim reaper! Eheheh!!!
Anytime someone pulls out a shiny gun on us Graves moves forward and kills em. One second she'll be behind me and the next in front whacking away a bullet, impaling the idiots with her shovel. She ain't like me with killing, no no no. She'll stare ya down till you're good and cold, make sure you KNOW ya did something wrong.
Ho ho ho~ it's fantastic! Such a magnificent tool. You jealous? Yeah you jealous. ;)
Gonna go have more fun with Ferus, I like sitting close to him and playing with the knife. Makes shit tense, gonna do it, not gonna do it, he gonna retaliate from me doing this so much. EHEHEHEH!!!
I like ya, Ferus. Gonna be a shame when we gotta split ways, boyo.
Maybe when we do leave me and Graves will take a plane. By take I mean sneak on, and then kill everyone but the pilots until we land. That would be fun~
~Gallows
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Sunday, October 9, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Belgium!
WE'RE IN FUCKING BELGIUM!
Ho ho ho~
It's fantastic. We got here with a BANG and a BOOM. Killed our way through a library. Or I did, eheheh! Graves followed from behind with the shovel slung over her shoulder, hat tipped down real low. Think she's watching Ferus nice and close, don't think she trusts him.
EHEHEH!! GRAVES, why ya gotta be so mean even when ya don't say A THING AT ALL. :)
I hung people from the second story of the library, all inside. Gonna be a nice surprise when the door gets opened by someone, made a real nice scene in there.
Been killing our way across Belgium looking for this... well, Ferus can tell ya if he wants. I don't really give a damn, killing in a new place is what I came to do. Ya ever hear a man, woman, or child from Belgium scream? DELIGHTFUL~
I like Ferus. Been itching to cut him, holding back. He ain't like Saintie, gotta remember. Don't wanna ruin my fun here, killing Ferus would be a damn shame. Would lose a fun fun fun man. ;)
Graves don't seem to think so. See her, she don't talk but I know the way her head works. Every little expression her eyes show, since they are the only thing visible. What with the lower half of her face covered in a hanky with a skull jaw and nose design. She look more western than I sound, eheheh!!
Yeah I see her though. Tell ya truth I don't give a flying fuck if Ferus tries something, hell I'd expect it since I'm itching to cut him up just for the thrill. Don't hurt my itty bitty feelings one bit, y'know. Graves though, nope nope nope. She ain't pleased. Keeps herself between Ferus and me, like a good tool. :)
Ferus, boyo, don't care what she thinks. You saw our adventures with Saintie, felt the same way that she did. Just a hateful bitch is all, eheheh!!!
I like ya, Ferus. Wanna keep killing with ya till I feel the need to kill you. Y'know, at that point there won't be anymore restraint.
Can we keep killing even after we pick up your package? Just for a bit. I don't wanna stop, EVER~
~Gallows
///
Executor contacted me after Gallows ignored him. He's displeased about the fact we left the city. I've come to the conclusion it isn't because Gallows has recently offered himself for hire. I have known all along it was due to the city being a cage, long before I ever fell into Gallows' hands.
It was always a cage, long before Gallows even existed. Before those who read this blog now. There is no concern for none can be felt, death is the one common trend species all have. What the reason is for keeping us there is unknown, this brief experience is just a glimmer of hope to Gallows. It's a taunt, a mockery. I wonder if the man that Gallows has come to enjoy the company of understands this. Ferus has only given him a taste of the world, now he'll want all of it.
If I could fear I would, at last I cannot. Therefore I shall state this out of a logical viewpoint. Gallows now knows of something outside the city, the farm he's grown upon. He'll want more and he will not stop until he has it. This itch to murder will seem insignificant when the itch to expand his cage comes.
Then we'll be in trouble, perhaps even I, his tool, will be.
There is time, however, for his diseased mind demands he harvests, that he survives. That burden weighs the heaviest, it will subdue the itch for freedom if only for a bit. For those that value their lives perhaps it will be enough, though I must say I doubt it.
I cannot blame Ferus for this was always dormant. It is the fault of the one who bound him there. Gallows is still human and therefore will always rebel against captivity.
That is the end of such a topic. You wish to know of our time here with Ferus, I shall tell you. He is a clever man, easily inspires fear and I do not say that just because of his appearance. The man is of average height, his heavy build would not make you do a double take. His wife-beater and cargo pants wouldn't either. The sound of his voice, deep in its tone, initially I thought he was ill but alas that does not seem so. His voice appears to sound congested, which may or may not relate to his flesh condition. It's nearly red with burns and scarring, worse than damage Gallows has done unto me or himself. The welts did not go unnoticed either, might I add. The strangest bit I have seen is blood seeping from the bottom of his mask, not often but enough to raise questions on health related issues.
Ferus does not display any difference in demeanor outside of his blog, he's just as amused by Gallows as well. The dry chuckling the only sign of it. With his focus and composure it is reasonable as to why Executor demanded us to return within a few days rather than immediately. I believe Ferus's meticulous ways is what allowed Gallows more time to play.
Gallows does not lie when he says I am skeptical as I was with Saint. One of us must be. I credit our companion for his ways, our superior is surely pleased to have someone so capable. For that I remain aware, for he is so capable.
With that said I end this piece now, Gallows has already begun on his merry way and I dare not lose sight of him.
~Graves
Ho ho ho~
It's fantastic. We got here with a BANG and a BOOM. Killed our way through a library. Or I did, eheheh! Graves followed from behind with the shovel slung over her shoulder, hat tipped down real low. Think she's watching Ferus nice and close, don't think she trusts him.
EHEHEH!! GRAVES, why ya gotta be so mean even when ya don't say A THING AT ALL. :)
I hung people from the second story of the library, all inside. Gonna be a nice surprise when the door gets opened by someone, made a real nice scene in there.
Been killing our way across Belgium looking for this... well, Ferus can tell ya if he wants. I don't really give a damn, killing in a new place is what I came to do. Ya ever hear a man, woman, or child from Belgium scream? DELIGHTFUL~
I like Ferus. Been itching to cut him, holding back. He ain't like Saintie, gotta remember. Don't wanna ruin my fun here, killing Ferus would be a damn shame. Would lose a fun fun fun man. ;)
Graves don't seem to think so. See her, she don't talk but I know the way her head works. Every little expression her eyes show, since they are the only thing visible. What with the lower half of her face covered in a hanky with a skull jaw and nose design. She look more western than I sound, eheheh!!
Yeah I see her though. Tell ya truth I don't give a flying fuck if Ferus tries something, hell I'd expect it since I'm itching to cut him up just for the thrill. Don't hurt my itty bitty feelings one bit, y'know. Graves though, nope nope nope. She ain't pleased. Keeps herself between Ferus and me, like a good tool. :)
Ferus, boyo, don't care what she thinks. You saw our adventures with Saintie, felt the same way that she did. Just a hateful bitch is all, eheheh!!!
I like ya, Ferus. Wanna keep killing with ya till I feel the need to kill you. Y'know, at that point there won't be anymore restraint.
Can we keep killing even after we pick up your package? Just for a bit. I don't wanna stop, EVER~
~Gallows
///
Executor contacted me after Gallows ignored him. He's displeased about the fact we left the city. I've come to the conclusion it isn't because Gallows has recently offered himself for hire. I have known all along it was due to the city being a cage, long before I ever fell into Gallows' hands.
It was always a cage, long before Gallows even existed. Before those who read this blog now. There is no concern for none can be felt, death is the one common trend species all have. What the reason is for keeping us there is unknown, this brief experience is just a glimmer of hope to Gallows. It's a taunt, a mockery. I wonder if the man that Gallows has come to enjoy the company of understands this. Ferus has only given him a taste of the world, now he'll want all of it.
If I could fear I would, at last I cannot. Therefore I shall state this out of a logical viewpoint. Gallows now knows of something outside the city, the farm he's grown upon. He'll want more and he will not stop until he has it. This itch to murder will seem insignificant when the itch to expand his cage comes.
Then we'll be in trouble, perhaps even I, his tool, will be.
There is time, however, for his diseased mind demands he harvests, that he survives. That burden weighs the heaviest, it will subdue the itch for freedom if only for a bit. For those that value their lives perhaps it will be enough, though I must say I doubt it.
I cannot blame Ferus for this was always dormant. It is the fault of the one who bound him there. Gallows is still human and therefore will always rebel against captivity.
That is the end of such a topic. You wish to know of our time here with Ferus, I shall tell you. He is a clever man, easily inspires fear and I do not say that just because of his appearance. The man is of average height, his heavy build would not make you do a double take. His wife-beater and cargo pants wouldn't either. The sound of his voice, deep in its tone, initially I thought he was ill but alas that does not seem so. His voice appears to sound congested, which may or may not relate to his flesh condition. It's nearly red with burns and scarring, worse than damage Gallows has done unto me or himself. The welts did not go unnoticed either, might I add. The strangest bit I have seen is blood seeping from the bottom of his mask, not often but enough to raise questions on health related issues.
Ferus does not display any difference in demeanor outside of his blog, he's just as amused by Gallows as well. The dry chuckling the only sign of it. With his focus and composure it is reasonable as to why Executor demanded us to return within a few days rather than immediately. I believe Ferus's meticulous ways is what allowed Gallows more time to play.
Gallows does not lie when he says I am skeptical as I was with Saint. One of us must be. I credit our companion for his ways, our superior is surely pleased to have someone so capable. For that I remain aware, for he is so capable.
With that said I end this piece now, Gallows has already begun on his merry way and I dare not lose sight of him.
~Graves
Friday, September 30, 2011
HI HO HI HO!!
Saintie left officially a week ago. I've been busy, I know y'all missed me lots. </3
There were SO MANY THINGS TO DO.
I wanna tell ya all about it.
So Saintie left after we bothered Graves some more and tortured the city a bit. That Agent came back and sent out more popos to play with. Fucker got the streets littered with coppers. Where ya getting all these peeps from, pulling em out your ass? Sounds desperate to me.
Got the idea before Saintie came round to get into the police headquarters. Got Graves all dressed up, had to sit her on down and pull out the stitches from her lips. Got a nasty scar across her face, y'know, I put it there. Almost made her blind but she moved. Lucky girlie she was back then. Reopened that wound nice and slowly, made her bleed all prettily.
Got her all dolled up before I beat the crap outta her, messed her up like a victim just up until death.
She teleported right into town and I waited for some hours. Then some more and then some more. She didn't come back.
I was not happy, no no no.
She teleported in late at night. Should I say early the next morning? Dunno, don't care. Graves came back exhausted and collapsed on the floor of the dining room. I saw some fresh injuries that I didn't do. Dragged her downstairs and put her on the table, stopped the bleeding.
Been a while since I've heard her voice, y'know. Listened when she explained what had happened in a hoarse voice. Said she went in there, went as planned. She scanned the room a few times through-out her time there, then on one of the times noticed someone staring back from one of the office windows. He was different looking, found out he was the Agent. He came out and greeted Graves, took her into his office. They talked a bit and he was casual fella she said. Was a bit sickly looking, pale, greasy dark blonde hair. Wore a suit and had slightly red eyes that looked weary.
They talked a bit and he closed the blinds, they talked some more before he inquired about me. Good old Gallows!! She played off differently, like only hearing about me. Couldn't say she was a survivor cause we all know better. ;)
Didn't matter cause he knew somehow. She caught his smile and he got his foot between her legs and knee in her chest, cuffed both hands to the chair. The Agent tried to interrogate her, beat her, when other coppers requested his presence he left the room. She was able to break the arms of the chair and teleport free.
Fella beat her pretty badly. Stabbed her in some nice but less harmful spots. Patched her up, stitched her up, she's all better now.
I am not happy, no no no. Agent knows us it looks like. Knows us pretty damn well, gotta fix this.
Gonna take a leave though. I got plans with a new buddy of mine y'all know by Ferus, but more on that later. ;)
Agent, we're gonna play real soon. Just you wait.
There were SO MANY THINGS TO DO.
I wanna tell ya all about it.
So Saintie left after we bothered Graves some more and tortured the city a bit. That Agent came back and sent out more popos to play with. Fucker got the streets littered with coppers. Where ya getting all these peeps from, pulling em out your ass? Sounds desperate to me.
Got the idea before Saintie came round to get into the police headquarters. Got Graves all dressed up, had to sit her on down and pull out the stitches from her lips. Got a nasty scar across her face, y'know, I put it there. Almost made her blind but she moved. Lucky girlie she was back then. Reopened that wound nice and slowly, made her bleed all prettily.
Got her all dolled up before I beat the crap outta her, messed her up like a victim just up until death.
She teleported right into town and I waited for some hours. Then some more and then some more. She didn't come back.
I was not happy, no no no.
She teleported in late at night. Should I say early the next morning? Dunno, don't care. Graves came back exhausted and collapsed on the floor of the dining room. I saw some fresh injuries that I didn't do. Dragged her downstairs and put her on the table, stopped the bleeding.
Been a while since I've heard her voice, y'know. Listened when she explained what had happened in a hoarse voice. Said she went in there, went as planned. She scanned the room a few times through-out her time there, then on one of the times noticed someone staring back from one of the office windows. He was different looking, found out he was the Agent. He came out and greeted Graves, took her into his office. They talked a bit and he was casual fella she said. Was a bit sickly looking, pale, greasy dark blonde hair. Wore a suit and had slightly red eyes that looked weary.
They talked a bit and he closed the blinds, they talked some more before he inquired about me. Good old Gallows!! She played off differently, like only hearing about me. Couldn't say she was a survivor cause we all know better. ;)
Didn't matter cause he knew somehow. She caught his smile and he got his foot between her legs and knee in her chest, cuffed both hands to the chair. The Agent tried to interrogate her, beat her, when other coppers requested his presence he left the room. She was able to break the arms of the chair and teleport free.
Fella beat her pretty badly. Stabbed her in some nice but less harmful spots. Patched her up, stitched her up, she's all better now.
I am not happy, no no no. Agent knows us it looks like. Knows us pretty damn well, gotta fix this.
Gonna take a leave though. I got plans with a new buddy of mine y'all know by Ferus, but more on that later. ;)
Agent, we're gonna play real soon. Just you wait.
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