Well howdy doody~
Been sitting on a bus in town all along while ya been pissing and moaning away on that fancy new blog of yours, girlie. Graves and I hopped right off and came straight on over and funny enough place seemed pretty dang quiet. Found some bloody bits on your porch. Girl, don't ya know to clean up after yourself? Shame on ya.
Too many birds but I'm kinda used to em'. Ya know, growing up where I did they kinda come with the land. I didn't have food for em' on hand so I kinda scattered some stuff around the kitchen, hope ya don't mind. Really should take care of those birds better, real useful critters.
There's a bit of a tingle that comes with your land but I don't know shit about magical girls so I didn't really pay any mind. Told little Graves to hang tight outside, that's me just tryin' to be polite. It ain't hard breaking into a house that isn't even locked, girlie you slacking away now ain't ya? I'm real curious on that bloodbath, real curious to see what ya got up to since our little fight in them comments. Shit looks pretty fresh. What have ya been doing?
Ya got this old shit everywhere. Relics, I think ya called them? People like you and her and those other assholes. I made sure not to break anything, took real good care for once in my life. Big ass tv for all your soap opera needs, shit all over your kitchen. Cleaned that up a bit when I went to feed your birds out. So neglectful. Your place looks way worse than mine and that's saying a lot, babe. The main level ain't hiding any secrets from me so I went ahead on up that hidden little drop ladder to get a looksie. Figured ya aren't the type to run off still, just lazily hide cause deep down I know how much ya like to be found by me.
See you're still a clutter bug. Got that dark blue theme going, still a bunch of posters and journals all over. I preferred the red but EH, I'll make do. Papers everywhere. Do I need to don an apron and clean up the place? Well I did, minus the apron. Ya had laundry everywhere, as if you ain't got enough of it. Shit be stacked in that closet, babe. I know ya like your fashion but damn girl, gotta cycle through and keep your stuff fresh. So yeah, I tidied up after you - hope ya don't mind, whatcha get for not waking up to my charming self.
Funny thing is the closer I got the more I realized this ain't my girl at all. Pretty one nonetheless, all wrapped in a sheet with nothin' on underneath. I know. I peeked. Hair color wrong, markings all wrong - hell, body is all wrong. Ain't my girl but she looks pretty dang close. Found she ain't some heavy sleeper, either. Coincidence? I think not. Girl wasn't even breathing. No heart beat, no nothin'. Girl was deader than you, Graves.
Kept peeking around. Rearranged some candles out of order, folded up her laundry and put it into the wannabe hamper she has going on while I took a good minute to think about it. This ain't my babe but might be attached to my babe in some way, therefore it was worth a little bit of care. And after all that I caught sight of a fun little wall hanging, some unintentional artistic shit that really revved my engine. Lots of pictures, lots of Dia with all kinds of shapes and colors from all kinds of places. Strings from here to there, all really confusing as fuck. I gotta wonder now is this whatcha meant on timelines? Versions? Cause I sure as shit never heard of none of this. Babe, what kinda secrets you been keeping from this pretty face?
I found you though. The one. Right at the center, like a heart beat. The black hair, the piercings, the tattoos and that hot but snotty expression. Picture is old, definitely from before I had to make an exit but it's definitely my girl.
It ain't far off from a picture of me and her together that's sitting nearby a stack of scrapbooks and photo albums and a hell of a lot more papers. I took some time to read through whatever I could before calling it. Grabbed a trash bag and shoved everything that seemed to be of value inside. Girlie, ya got a lot of explaining to do~
If that ain't enough I heard the door open up, some guy came poking his head up through the opening to this... Lilith? Lilith's room. Hope ya don't mind, I had nothin' but the most pleasant intentions as I jumped him back down to the previous level. Introduced himself as Thomas as I dragged the fella out, said he was the guard to this place. Pretty shitty one if ya ask me. Guy seemed pretty surprised I was able to enter, things kinda clicked into place then why I felt all tingly. I forgot that shit kinda exists around you magical girl types.
Well good news is I got myself a tour guide. Thomas says hi. He's tellin' me a good bit of information in exchange for gettin' to go back to guard duty. Underland, ya said ol' Jacko? Well I guess I found myself a free ticket straight to ya. ;)
GRAVES, GET THE PARTY SUPPLIES!
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
INTERMISSION FOR AN INTERMISSION
CALLING ALL SAD SACKS OF SHIT OUT THERE!
Listen I ain't dead. Neither is Graves but she's being a royal cunt right about now. Been on the road, again. Singing some songs, getting into some crashes. HIGH SPEED CHASES! Eheheheh it's all good stuffs.
Main thing about this is I'm a headin' on my way to meet up with some hot babe that's losing her mind. SOOO like the hero bf I am I'm gonna cure her of insanity with my charming personality, experienced hands and dick and hopefully this little intermission is just that.
Yeah I bet ya wanna know what's been up but listen you nosy fuckers, you ain't gotta know shit until I say. So fuck off.
I'll be back asap.
ILU ya fuckin animals <3
Listen I ain't dead. Neither is Graves but she's being a royal cunt right about now. Been on the road, again. Singing some songs, getting into some crashes. HIGH SPEED CHASES! Eheheheh it's all good stuffs.
Main thing about this is I'm a headin' on my way to meet up with some hot babe that's losing her mind. SOOO like the hero bf I am I'm gonna cure her of insanity with my charming personality, experienced hands and dick and hopefully this little intermission is just that.
Yeah I bet ya wanna know what's been up but listen you nosy fuckers, you ain't gotta know shit until I say. So fuck off.
I'll be back asap.
ILU ya fuckin animals <3
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I found something neat!
I'M SO BORED. I was lookin' all over the net for fun stuff. I've found this neat site named Tumbles. It doesn't give a fuck about stepping on peoples toes. It ain't trying to be nice or hide the sex and gore of life. I LIKE IT!
So I decided to stay.
http://gallowsandgraves.tumblr.com/
I ain't leaving here, boyos. I've got too much to do. It's a mean for shits and giggles. Just so I'm not BORED. I've been having fun leaving these things called Asks to people, too! This place is a keeper, kiddies. Have fun~ ;)
So I decided to stay.
http://gallowsandgraves.tumblr.com/
I ain't leaving here, boyos. I've got too much to do. It's a mean for shits and giggles. Just so I'm not BORED. I've been having fun leaving these things called Asks to people, too! This place is a keeper, kiddies. Have fun~ ;)
Monday, July 23, 2012
SETTLING IN
EHEHEHEHEH!!! I've done it. I've settled down. No it ain't with a wifey and kiddos yet, boys and gals. No fucking way! Got a place though. We settled for this run down, abandoned apartment. I got levels upon levels all for ME. AND MY GUESTS!
Now I'm bored. No running around or nothin. Just that chickie whose got her own life. Gotta fix that I think. What's a life, man? ;)
Josie opted for staying but we threw her into a motel some odd blocks away. Keeping her distant from our love shack. Ain't got no need for em coppers!
Saw a druggie earlier and followed him to the rest of his boyos and hoes. Hoes is the proper term, yeah? YEAH. Torn em to ribbons, let the boyo run off drugged off his arse. I had stuff to do, like pouring all that cocaine down one of the girlie's throats. Gotta make sure it stays down there, ya know. Had to stick my hand in as far as I could. Her reaction was PRICELESS! By reaction I mean the way she flailed and spasmed. ;)
That boyo I chased down, he didn't think it was a good idea to go into a crowd. Dumb fuck! Stuck in an alley with nowhere else to go. What can ya do? Kids just don't make it fun no more. There's no challenge. Got him from behind with a knife from one of the other DEAD boyos. Wedged it up under his ribs into that sweet sweeeeet spot. Boy did he squeal like the pig he is!!! I hugged him close and listened to every cry and breath until it all came to a stop. Threw him aside cause druggies don't provide the best meat to harvest. This was all just loads of fun!!
Bored bored bored. I don't like staying in this place. I like the farmhouse. Falling apart just so prettily! Got a torture space and a legit harvesting room. I even had a draining room! Oh this is madness. Eheheheheh!!!! MADNESS! HOW DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS? IT'S SO BORING!
Killed a tourist recently and been playing with their camera. I think I got an idea to liven things up, boyos. :)
Got nothin better to do but write out that other stuff. Ain't got much of the attention span. Graves will do the boring stuff. Save me from wasting time.
KEEP YA POSTED!!
~Gallows
Now I'm bored. No running around or nothin. Just that chickie whose got her own life. Gotta fix that I think. What's a life, man? ;)
Josie opted for staying but we threw her into a motel some odd blocks away. Keeping her distant from our love shack. Ain't got no need for em coppers!
Saw a druggie earlier and followed him to the rest of his boyos and hoes. Hoes is the proper term, yeah? YEAH. Torn em to ribbons, let the boyo run off drugged off his arse. I had stuff to do, like pouring all that cocaine down one of the girlie's throats. Gotta make sure it stays down there, ya know. Had to stick my hand in as far as I could. Her reaction was PRICELESS! By reaction I mean the way she flailed and spasmed. ;)
That boyo I chased down, he didn't think it was a good idea to go into a crowd. Dumb fuck! Stuck in an alley with nowhere else to go. What can ya do? Kids just don't make it fun no more. There's no challenge. Got him from behind with a knife from one of the other DEAD boyos. Wedged it up under his ribs into that sweet sweeeeet spot. Boy did he squeal like the pig he is!!! I hugged him close and listened to every cry and breath until it all came to a stop. Threw him aside cause druggies don't provide the best meat to harvest. This was all just loads of fun!!
Bored bored bored. I don't like staying in this place. I like the farmhouse. Falling apart just so prettily! Got a torture space and a legit harvesting room. I even had a draining room! Oh this is madness. Eheheheheh!!!! MADNESS! HOW DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS? IT'S SO BORING!
Killed a tourist recently and been playing with their camera. I think I got an idea to liven things up, boyos. :)
Got nothin better to do but write out that other stuff. Ain't got much of the attention span. Graves will do the boring stuff. Save me from wasting time.
KEEP YA POSTED!!
~Gallows
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
As the smoke rises
Why is it titled that? Cause we were blown up. Kinda not really but sort of survived an explosive house. Eheheheheh!!! We've done lotsa things while we were gone, little sheep. That house was one of the first things, ya know. It tried to kill us in EVERY FUCKING ROOM! I liked it. Shame the place went up in smoke. That gets its own post soon! ;)
It was because of that place I've gotten into some toe tapping jams. Graves ain't too keen on me blasting away some tunes but fuck her like I always do. I DO WHAT I WANT. Got blown up and it gave me a craaaaving for some bbq. Nice and crispy. Took out a family and harvested them up. Ever had fried baby? Did ya know ya can use their little skulls as a baseball? It's true and fun! The more ya know, eheheh!!
I just go my way,
Living everyday!
I don't worry!
Worrying don't agree,
Things that bother you,
Never bother me!
Some bitch called the cops on me. By bitch I mean LeCroix and by cops I mean a swat team and by a swat team I mean a dead swat team. Mista Creevey paid her a visit and I laughed and laughed until he said hi to us. Then I sliced and diced and Graves teleported to another city. Twas fun while it lasted, eheheh. Haven't seen him again since. Close encounter though with mista freaky. Came back to where we've been bunking for the last few months. I've met a fine little lass who ain't got a clue of who I am but I know her all too well. We're having lotsa fun. Maybe I'll propose. HA!! Gotta take out the trash before I can do that though. ;)
Josie showed up a bit ago too. Did I forget to mention that? Couple of weeks after Mista Creevey. Little bitch grew up a bit, I was gonna stab her on sight but then thought no no no, this is too rich. That's an easy death. I think I wanna explore her fears. Nothin like having a meat shield when Mista Creevey comes walking over. Her screaming and crying will help me think and be a nice little bonus!
Don't ya worry, ya impatient fucks. I'm gonna give it to you all real good. All this stuff I mentioned is getting its own little individual posts. I promise. I'm just a bit short on time now, ya see. I got me a fine date. I sharpened my scythe just for it too! I wonder if she can handle this big boy, eheheheh!!! I miss talking to yous guys about murder. Gonna have to start that up again. :D
~Gallows
It was because of that place I've gotten into some toe tapping jams. Graves ain't too keen on me blasting away some tunes but fuck her like I always do. I DO WHAT I WANT. Got blown up and it gave me a craaaaving for some bbq. Nice and crispy. Took out a family and harvested them up. Ever had fried baby? Did ya know ya can use their little skulls as a baseball? It's true and fun! The more ya know, eheheh!!
I just go my way,
Living everyday!
I don't worry!
Worrying don't agree,
Things that bother you,
Never bother me!
Some bitch called the cops on me. By bitch I mean LeCroix and by cops I mean a swat team and by a swat team I mean a dead swat team. Mista Creevey paid her a visit and I laughed and laughed until he said hi to us. Then I sliced and diced and Graves teleported to another city. Twas fun while it lasted, eheheh. Haven't seen him again since. Close encounter though with mista freaky. Came back to where we've been bunking for the last few months. I've met a fine little lass who ain't got a clue of who I am but I know her all too well. We're having lotsa fun. Maybe I'll propose. HA!! Gotta take out the trash before I can do that though. ;)
Josie showed up a bit ago too. Did I forget to mention that? Couple of weeks after Mista Creevey. Little bitch grew up a bit, I was gonna stab her on sight but then thought no no no, this is too rich. That's an easy death. I think I wanna explore her fears. Nothin like having a meat shield when Mista Creevey comes walking over. Her screaming and crying will help me think and be a nice little bonus!
Don't ya worry, ya impatient fucks. I'm gonna give it to you all real good. All this stuff I mentioned is getting its own little individual posts. I promise. I'm just a bit short on time now, ya see. I got me a fine date. I sharpened my scythe just for it too! I wonder if she can handle this big boy, eheheheh!!! I miss talking to yous guys about murder. Gonna have to start that up again. :D
~Gallows
Thursday, April 5, 2012
East coast
Gallows insisted we stop at Dia's home on our travels across the East Coast. He had said it would be a good rest stop, even he is not so moronic to believe such things. It is one of the worst places, not because of the town but the Fears and our previous employer swim around the location. I am not so easily fooled, he wished to wait and see if his Dia would return. Over the course of a few days he realized she would not.
My companion found the letters he had sent her, unopened and layered in dust already. On the third day he visited her bedroom and lifted the sheet that covered the heart on the wall made in blood. It was missing, cut out from its very spot.
Gallows turned to me and his eyes smiled. No words were needed, he twirled his scythe and left the house with a skip to his step.
We continued moving along the East Coast and had a run in with the persistent ex officer. LeCroix fired a bullet aimed for Gallows' forehead, my shovel managed to deflect it. This woman is taxing, I teleport to her position and deliver blows that would cripple a man. LeCroix wills herself to stand and pushes human boundaries by adapting to my teleportation. I cannot repeat my attacks, she memorizes them on the first go and is able to counter alarmingly well. LeCroix's endurance is something her enemies should be wary of, not the wild look in her amber eyes.
There are only a few I've found capable of enduring myself in combat. I do not say that arrogantly but out of experience. My bones do not break as easily as Gallows. Neither do hers. I was forced to dislocate her shoulder, pin her beneath my boot, and knock her unconscious to cease her attacking. That was only after we were locked in combat for nearly ten minutes, neither of us to the point of exhaustion. It had to end before fatigue even began. Even her human head could not hand a blow from my shovel.
Gallows does not understand the severity of the situation when it comes to the ex officer. She has slain our fellow proxies that chase us, ones we miss. It isn't a simple lucky streak. He does not understand she's trained in combat to the fullest extent. On numerous accounts she should have been within the hospital, instead she stitches herself back together and continues pursuing us.
I have not allowed this woman to get close enough to Gallows, despite his displeasure. She would surely break a bone or two and we cannot afford that. I have taken a number of bullets from this one. My companion may not acknowledge her as such but the truth of the matter is she is a threat.
Onto another threat, Mister Creevey. The amount of emails we have received is alarming. It is similar to a poltergeist growing progressively more aggressive. I informed Gallows being on the East Coast is a poor idea. We know he is coming for Josie, who is still present with Shady in New Jersey. We are too close for comfort to the region at the moment. He continues not to care or listen to my logic and insists he knows what he is doing.
We have come to a city which will remain anonymous. It has been quiet here so far, a few occasional proxies but not as many as before. LeCroix has yet to be able to find us. This city is large and neighbors a few others as well as some towns. It is a good place to seek cover for the moment, but I do not trust us within such close distance to that girl.
It seems from Shady's post she has begun receiving messages from Mister Creevey, after refusing to relinquish her hold on Josie. The girl apparently is also receiving emails in a similar fashion to us. Their odds are not good, I expect a gory demise.
Gallows has been going out on his own, not just for food either. I cannot leave for obvious reasons, a disguise doesn't help when one's face is scarred beyond repair. I remain in this vacant location patiently or follow from a distance. He met a woman and began talking to her casually. It is a curious situation in regards to the woman, he has yet to kill her. I am assuming he needs a distraction beyond murder while we are taking refuge here. He has continued to cross her path, both accidentally and on purpose since we have arrived.
I have taken out any proxies in the vicinity to him, otherwise we remain illusive to them to not give away our position. The sooner we return to our blackened city, the better.
~Graves
My companion found the letters he had sent her, unopened and layered in dust already. On the third day he visited her bedroom and lifted the sheet that covered the heart on the wall made in blood. It was missing, cut out from its very spot.
Gallows turned to me and his eyes smiled. No words were needed, he twirled his scythe and left the house with a skip to his step.
We continued moving along the East Coast and had a run in with the persistent ex officer. LeCroix fired a bullet aimed for Gallows' forehead, my shovel managed to deflect it. This woman is taxing, I teleport to her position and deliver blows that would cripple a man. LeCroix wills herself to stand and pushes human boundaries by adapting to my teleportation. I cannot repeat my attacks, she memorizes them on the first go and is able to counter alarmingly well. LeCroix's endurance is something her enemies should be wary of, not the wild look in her amber eyes.
There are only a few I've found capable of enduring myself in combat. I do not say that arrogantly but out of experience. My bones do not break as easily as Gallows. Neither do hers. I was forced to dislocate her shoulder, pin her beneath my boot, and knock her unconscious to cease her attacking. That was only after we were locked in combat for nearly ten minutes, neither of us to the point of exhaustion. It had to end before fatigue even began. Even her human head could not hand a blow from my shovel.
Gallows does not understand the severity of the situation when it comes to the ex officer. She has slain our fellow proxies that chase us, ones we miss. It isn't a simple lucky streak. He does not understand she's trained in combat to the fullest extent. On numerous accounts she should have been within the hospital, instead she stitches herself back together and continues pursuing us.
I have not allowed this woman to get close enough to Gallows, despite his displeasure. She would surely break a bone or two and we cannot afford that. I have taken a number of bullets from this one. My companion may not acknowledge her as such but the truth of the matter is she is a threat.
Onto another threat, Mister Creevey. The amount of emails we have received is alarming. It is similar to a poltergeist growing progressively more aggressive. I informed Gallows being on the East Coast is a poor idea. We know he is coming for Josie, who is still present with Shady in New Jersey. We are too close for comfort to the region at the moment. He continues not to care or listen to my logic and insists he knows what he is doing.
We have come to a city which will remain anonymous. It has been quiet here so far, a few occasional proxies but not as many as before. LeCroix has yet to be able to find us. This city is large and neighbors a few others as well as some towns. It is a good place to seek cover for the moment, but I do not trust us within such close distance to that girl.
It seems from Shady's post she has begun receiving messages from Mister Creevey, after refusing to relinquish her hold on Josie. The girl apparently is also receiving emails in a similar fashion to us. Their odds are not good, I expect a gory demise.
Gallows has been going out on his own, not just for food either. I cannot leave for obvious reasons, a disguise doesn't help when one's face is scarred beyond repair. I remain in this vacant location patiently or follow from a distance. He met a woman and began talking to her casually. It is a curious situation in regards to the woman, he has yet to kill her. I am assuming he needs a distraction beyond murder while we are taking refuge here. He has continued to cross her path, both accidentally and on purpose since we have arrived.
I have taken out any proxies in the vicinity to him, otherwise we remain illusive to them to not give away our position. The sooner we return to our blackened city, the better.
~Graves
Monday, March 19, 2012
Skipping across the country!
Got a nice surprise, a lady really wants me. DEAD. EHEHEHEH!!! LeCroix is one meaaaaaan bitch. Knows how to pull a trigger. Graves nearly let a shot pass on by her, almost got me a ticket straight to hell! I hate this girl but she's so much fun. She's so mad at me, eheheh! Guess she really loved that uncle of hers. Don't she know that she can still love him? All she has to do it stitch him up, he'll be whole again.
I tried to tell her that and she shot me. Hehehe, set Graves off that it did, dumb bitch. Couldn't match teleportation cause she can't teleport! Scary thing though kiddies, this chick is strong. Caught Graves' shovel and fought her for it. Got it and even cracked Graves in the head with it, eheheheh!!! Knocked that hankie right off her face. LeCroix was on her back a second later, unconscious with a sprained arm and almost a broken neck. ;)
If looks could kill, am I right or am I right? Graves ain't amused by this one. Don't like the girlie one bit. I guess she just isn't used to having a challenge. How can some chick bring her a challenge, I don't know. It's fun, they fight mercilessly when LeCroix catches up.
Uh oh, bitch. You're a bit behind now. Last one beat ya down a bit, huh? Hurry the fuck up! FIND ME FIND ME FIND ME! I ain't done with ya yet. Eheheheheheh!!!
How are y'all? Good? GOODIE! I don't give a fuck! How many people died since I last was here? A lot? I HOPE SO! Dia ran off, boo. Gotta find her sometime, our last visit was so much fun~
JOSIE! Giiiiirl, you know you can't hide there forever. I got a nice letter from Mister Creevey, don't think he's in the city no more. Guess who is number one on the list? YOU. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU'RE GONNA DIE! With that Lady of yours too, hehehehe. ALL HER PEOPLE. Ahhh~
Graves doesn't like me mentioning it. Thinks it's not a good thing. It's a GREAT thing if you all get killed, she's the crazy one.
We've been running still, no idea where we are. Some place named Texas, it's really hot. I like it. Found a pretty girl, cut her open and took something precious. Peeled her skin off, she looks a lot prettier now. Dia would look pretty like this. HELL, she's pretty already! :)
Some people are missing from Texas, Graves mentioned I shouldn't leave things out in the open. LeCroix and Mister Creevey will hunt us all the faster. Such a bore she is, doesn't get that's the thrill of it!
Oh well. We ended up in this wide open space under the sun. Desert terrain, weren't a lotta cars around. Hot as hell though, cooked some of the flesh and organs I harvested on the side of the highway in my boxers. That was fun. Pretty nice tan~ eheheheh!! Half of it is sunburn.
Snakes taste good too, found a couple of em and pissed em off. They cook real good. STIR FRY ANYONE?
Graves wants us to keep going west. So I'm gonna make us go east. She ain't happy about it but no fucks are given. Maybe we'll visit a beach, lots of people go to beaches. Never seen an ocean before, wonder how seafood tastes. Ya know, killing people in the sea. EHEHEHEH!!! I'm a riot.
~Gallows
I tried to tell her that and she shot me. Hehehe, set Graves off that it did, dumb bitch. Couldn't match teleportation cause she can't teleport! Scary thing though kiddies, this chick is strong. Caught Graves' shovel and fought her for it. Got it and even cracked Graves in the head with it, eheheheh!!! Knocked that hankie right off her face. LeCroix was on her back a second later, unconscious with a sprained arm and almost a broken neck. ;)
If looks could kill, am I right or am I right? Graves ain't amused by this one. Don't like the girlie one bit. I guess she just isn't used to having a challenge. How can some chick bring her a challenge, I don't know. It's fun, they fight mercilessly when LeCroix catches up.
Uh oh, bitch. You're a bit behind now. Last one beat ya down a bit, huh? Hurry the fuck up! FIND ME FIND ME FIND ME! I ain't done with ya yet. Eheheheheheh!!!
How are y'all? Good? GOODIE! I don't give a fuck! How many people died since I last was here? A lot? I HOPE SO! Dia ran off, boo. Gotta find her sometime, our last visit was so much fun~
JOSIE! Giiiiirl, you know you can't hide there forever. I got a nice letter from Mister Creevey, don't think he's in the city no more. Guess who is number one on the list? YOU. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU'RE GONNA DIE! With that Lady of yours too, hehehehe. ALL HER PEOPLE. Ahhh~
Graves doesn't like me mentioning it. Thinks it's not a good thing. It's a GREAT thing if you all get killed, she's the crazy one.
We've been running still, no idea where we are. Some place named Texas, it's really hot. I like it. Found a pretty girl, cut her open and took something precious. Peeled her skin off, she looks a lot prettier now. Dia would look pretty like this. HELL, she's pretty already! :)
Some people are missing from Texas, Graves mentioned I shouldn't leave things out in the open. LeCroix and Mister Creevey will hunt us all the faster. Such a bore she is, doesn't get that's the thrill of it!
Oh well. We ended up in this wide open space under the sun. Desert terrain, weren't a lotta cars around. Hot as hell though, cooked some of the flesh and organs I harvested on the side of the highway in my boxers. That was fun. Pretty nice tan~ eheheheh!! Half of it is sunburn.
Snakes taste good too, found a couple of em and pissed em off. They cook real good. STIR FRY ANYONE?
Graves wants us to keep going west. So I'm gonna make us go east. She ain't happy about it but no fucks are given. Maybe we'll visit a beach, lots of people go to beaches. Never seen an ocean before, wonder how seafood tastes. Ya know, killing people in the sea. EHEHEHEH!!! I'm a riot.
~Gallows
Friday, February 17, 2012
Weeeeeeeeeell...
SHIT HAS BEEN CRAAAAAZY, MOTHAFUCKAS.
I heard some black guy say that. This world is pretty crazy still though. Eheheheh!!! I LIKE IT! Graves don't trust a damn thing but that ain't any different from normal.
Oh yeah, haven't been around much have I? Eheheheh. I know y'all missed me. How could you not???
Been busy, what can I say? Ain't got access to these computers like I did back home. Hell, those computer stores don't got ones that are even on for internet access! Useless people. Those cafes are useful that have em, we get kicked out before I can even get on here.
Updating you guys wasn't a priority. I'll be nice and run ya through the last couple months.
Fright Night was the best thing!!! TheAdvocate sure knows how to throw a party~ there was lots of blood and fire. He sure knows how to make a guy swoon. Platonically, course. We all know Dia has been winning me over, eheheheh!! Ain't that right baby? Aw yeah, we had us a good time during Fright Night. Mighty fine dancer even when drugged. That was later though, came after watching Josie stumble into EVERY SINGLE TRAP cause she's so clumsy. Ain't that right, girlie? Eheheheh!!! It was so good to see Ferus again, he's a nice guy. ;)
Shady threw a fit. We had a bit of a dance all our selves. Good ole fashion stand off. That made me giddy. Lass didn't even fuckin flinch! Just means I gotta work a little harder.
There was cutting and dancing, innuendo too~ oh don't be shy, Dia. You weren't shy back at the house. She has a nice room. Me and Graves were fortunate enough to force em to let us stay. By em I mean Shady and Josie were with our Dia. Ya know what it's like to be in a house with four women? WONDERFUL! Graves is a servant, Josie cowers if I look at her, Shady tries to stab me, and the love of my life does everything and more!! Y'all know what I mean there. ;)
We did the horizontal monster mash, gave her some nice little marks to remember me by. <3
Course Ferus had to come by the next day and ruin it. Come on, man. I was just telling ya how happy I was and ya gotta get all serious. No fun~ eheheheh who am I kidding? That was loads of fun! No hard feelings there, boyo. Gotta do what ya gotta do. Gotta give ya props, Graves came back without a scratch. Dunno what happened but glad it ain't bad. OR AM I? COME ON, A LITTLE FUCKIN BRUTALITY WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT. Did more damage to the house. Eheheheh no complainants though, boyo.
Blew up a chunk of Dia's town, eheheh. That was fun. Killed a chief of police and a bunch of his officers. Here's the kicker, his niece is now chasing us. She gets pretty close before we slip away. Chick's name is LeCroix, don't think she knows about this blog stuff yet. EHEHEH!!!!! SHE'S SO MAD. "Oh you killed my uncle! BOO HOO!!!" AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Fuck her.
Gonna see how far she's willing to go. :)
Been running since Dia's. The bald fucker keeps popping up, trying to kill us. Graves says it's because we left our jurisdiction. Shit on that, I say. Running from my boss, his bitches, Mister Creevey says he's going to leave to come out here and play. IT'S SO ANNOYING AND FUN. I CAN'T DECIDE WHICH I FEEL MORE STRONGLY. Killed so many bitches it ain't even funny. Wait, course it is! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
We've been hopping around to say the least. Dunno where to go in the world, just keep switching towns and cities. Got nowhere to go. Least the grub is good. So many people to eat. I got my handy cooler here and I love the thing. Mighty fine use of science right here!!
Dia, will you ever be able to forgive me? Ah, hell who am I kidding? Burning down a lot of your town was FUN! I'll bring flowers. Girlies like flowers, ya? We'll have a date. I'll take ya out and we can catch us a live one for dinner. I'll show ya how to gut and harvest long pig, babe. Cooking it just right too and all that fun stuff. We'll have a good time. <3
I find it easier to kill everyone in these cafes or stores to use the computer. Beats getting yelled at. "You can't bring that thing in here!" one chick said pointing at my scythe. I laughed at her stupidity for trying to tell ME what to do. Cut her in two, Graves locked the door and shut the blinds. We had a murder party. I pretended to ice skate across the bloody floors, it was really fun~
Well we can hear the sirens coming now. Gotta run. Till next time! ;)
~Gallows
I heard some black guy say that. This world is pretty crazy still though. Eheheheh!!! I LIKE IT! Graves don't trust a damn thing but that ain't any different from normal.
Oh yeah, haven't been around much have I? Eheheheh. I know y'all missed me. How could you not???
Been busy, what can I say? Ain't got access to these computers like I did back home. Hell, those computer stores don't got ones that are even on for internet access! Useless people. Those cafes are useful that have em, we get kicked out before I can even get on here.
Updating you guys wasn't a priority. I'll be nice and run ya through the last couple months.
Fright Night was the best thing!!! TheAdvocate sure knows how to throw a party~ there was lots of blood and fire. He sure knows how to make a guy swoon. Platonically, course. We all know Dia has been winning me over, eheheheh!! Ain't that right baby? Aw yeah, we had us a good time during Fright Night. Mighty fine dancer even when drugged. That was later though, came after watching Josie stumble into EVERY SINGLE TRAP cause she's so clumsy. Ain't that right, girlie? Eheheheh!!! It was so good to see Ferus again, he's a nice guy. ;)
Shady threw a fit. We had a bit of a dance all our selves. Good ole fashion stand off. That made me giddy. Lass didn't even fuckin flinch! Just means I gotta work a little harder.
There was cutting and dancing, innuendo too~ oh don't be shy, Dia. You weren't shy back at the house. She has a nice room. Me and Graves were fortunate enough to force em to let us stay. By em I mean Shady and Josie were with our Dia. Ya know what it's like to be in a house with four women? WONDERFUL! Graves is a servant, Josie cowers if I look at her, Shady tries to stab me, and the love of my life does everything and more!! Y'all know what I mean there. ;)
We did the horizontal monster mash, gave her some nice little marks to remember me by. <3
Course Ferus had to come by the next day and ruin it. Come on, man. I was just telling ya how happy I was and ya gotta get all serious. No fun~ eheheheh who am I kidding? That was loads of fun! No hard feelings there, boyo. Gotta do what ya gotta do. Gotta give ya props, Graves came back without a scratch. Dunno what happened but glad it ain't bad. OR AM I? COME ON, A LITTLE FUCKIN BRUTALITY WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT. Did more damage to the house. Eheheheh no complainants though, boyo.
Blew up a chunk of Dia's town, eheheh. That was fun. Killed a chief of police and a bunch of his officers. Here's the kicker, his niece is now chasing us. She gets pretty close before we slip away. Chick's name is LeCroix, don't think she knows about this blog stuff yet. EHEHEH!!!!! SHE'S SO MAD. "Oh you killed my uncle! BOO HOO!!!" AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Fuck her.
Gonna see how far she's willing to go. :)
Been running since Dia's. The bald fucker keeps popping up, trying to kill us. Graves says it's because we left our jurisdiction. Shit on that, I say. Running from my boss, his bitches, Mister Creevey says he's going to leave to come out here and play. IT'S SO ANNOYING AND FUN. I CAN'T DECIDE WHICH I FEEL MORE STRONGLY. Killed so many bitches it ain't even funny. Wait, course it is! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
We've been hopping around to say the least. Dunno where to go in the world, just keep switching towns and cities. Got nowhere to go. Least the grub is good. So many people to eat. I got my handy cooler here and I love the thing. Mighty fine use of science right here!!
Dia, will you ever be able to forgive me? Ah, hell who am I kidding? Burning down a lot of your town was FUN! I'll bring flowers. Girlies like flowers, ya? We'll have a date. I'll take ya out and we can catch us a live one for dinner. I'll show ya how to gut and harvest long pig, babe. Cooking it just right too and all that fun stuff. We'll have a good time. <3
I find it easier to kill everyone in these cafes or stores to use the computer. Beats getting yelled at. "You can't bring that thing in here!" one chick said pointing at my scythe. I laughed at her stupidity for trying to tell ME what to do. Cut her in two, Graves locked the door and shut the blinds. We had a murder party. I pretended to ice skate across the bloody floors, it was really fun~
Well we can hear the sirens coming now. Gotta run. Till next time! ;)
~Gallows
Monday, November 14, 2011
No more waiting
Mister Creevey broke through whatever was keeping him out. He removed himself from the girl's body and dragged her by the hair up the hill to us. I took aim with the hunting rifle and fired, it yielded little to no results. He would pause and look where he was hit at first before cackling.
Once closer to our establishment he flung the girl through the front door and into the staircase. I could hear Josie crying as she tried to pull herself to a stand and failed, she no doubt broke a rib or two. Loading up the rifle I had hooked it over my shoulder and picked up the double barrel shotgun, Gallows was nowhere to be seen and it was alarming. I went to search for him before Mister Creevey could enter the establishment; passing the staircase I fired a round into the creatures chest which successfully knocked him back a great deal.
I turned onto Josie and handed her a police issued handgun, just one of our many victims. I instructed she flee upstairs and either hide somewhere thick and padded, due to gunfire, or escaped out one of the second story windows. The girl crawled up the stairs and turned onto Mister Creevey and fired again once reloaded, successfully furthering him from the house.
I called for Gallows but he did not answer verbally. From the roof he jumped cackling and tackled Mister Creevey to the ground as his cushion against the fall. No longer holding his sickle he was instead using a farmers scythe. He brought it deep into Mister Creevey's chest and cut vertically as he hopped away and spun laughing.
Mister Creevey attempted to get up but Gallows spun once more, this time catching our enemy horizontally across the chest. Twirling the scythe he brought it down upon the head of our enemy and grinned widely with maniac glee. Gallows tore the scythe from the creatures head and stepped back to the doorway where I stood ready. Mister Creevey laid motionless.
I glanced to my partner who was frowning once again. His pleasure for bringing harm to others, for murder and mayhem was back. Not quite back to his normal mindset but enough for now. I'm interested as to what changed it, I'm considering he finally read what has been posted since Mister Creevey revealed himself. The Shady Lady, your information was incredibly useful. To have Dia worrying over him I believe assisted, he dislikes it when his prey frets about him and not their own survival.
It was not that easy, however. Mister Creevey's body convulsed and the wounds pulled themselves together layer by layer. Inhumanly he arched upon the ground and twisted before waking up and hopping to his feet. That maddening grin was back, "Want to try again?"
I shoved past Gallows as Mister Creevey lunged, the creatures sharp hands sunk into my shoulder but the double barrel shotgun was digging into his torso with my finger on the trigger. Gallows reached over and pulled my arm and fired it for me, once more Mister Creevey was separated from us. He straightened and attacked once more with more force, Gallows used his scythe as a shield but the wood split in half as he was flung back inside. Mister Creevey kicked me into the door frame, I dodged his swipe and slammed screen door on his hand.
"I'm going to the shed." Gallows growled as he threw aside the useless half of the scythe and ran off. I reloaded and turned to the door only to find the creature gone.
Screaming arose upstairs followed by the same cackling the beast makes. I ran up the stairs and found it was coming from the barely intact third level. Josie ran above me and the creature followed after. I took aim as she passed over and fired when Mister Creevey came, his chest was hit and the hole the shot made swallowed up his leg. He pushed on the floor to pull himself loose but I fired again which made another hole directly next to the creature, he fell to the second floor before me. I cracked the butt of the shotgun against its skull, the force would have snapped a humans neck but the odd angle its head was twisted at meant nothing, there was no crack of the neck.
I ran in Josie's direction and came to the large hole in the floor. She was looking down it uneasily trying to find another way across. I told the girl to jump, she hesitated but did so and I caught her before tossing her across the hole that was on the second floor as well. I jumped in pursuit whilst Mister Creevey chased.
There was a small object that flew up and landed on the opposite side of the hole, it rolled and stopped the creature in its place. Looking curious at it until it slowed in its rotations.
"Grenade!" Wood and plaster from the walls blew apart in all directions. Gallows hysterical laughter echoing from below as he waved the scythe around the new hole in the building. "Give me a lift, girlie!"
I hurried over and grabbed the neck of the scythe, successfully pulling him up as well. Sweat beaded down the side of his face, the black face paint smudged even more so from sweat. He had his torn jacket through his belt and a new one wrapped around his waist. Gallows has a thing for prancing around the property shirtless.
He grinned and walked past me to Josie cowering against the wall with the gun aimed poorly at him. Gallows leaned over the gun and flicked her double pierced eyebrow once, "Ya know, I'd love to rip out every piercing ya got but we've got something more important to do. So you're gonna be a good girl and stop aiming that gun at me. You're gonna use that fun thing on Mister Creevey over there and we're gonna kill our common problem. Maybe if you do a good job in helping I'll let ya walk away from this all so you won't have to spend eternity with your parents in hell. Capiche?"
Josie's face contorted from fear to anger at the drop of her parents. She slapped Gallows across the face with enough force to knock him into the opposite wall. He looked grimly at her but the girl had spunk. She closed the proximity between them and held the gun to the side of his head while leaning down, looking him straight in the eyes. I pressed the barrel of the shotgun to the base of her spine as a silent warning. She didn't bat a lash. "Don't talk about what you don't know. It could get you killed." She said to him and pulled away from us both.
Gallows grinned once more and glanced my way from the corners of his eyes before back at Josie. Looking past me to the smoke filled hallway we could vaguely see Mister Creevey sprouting a new arm and speaking unnaturally.
We went to the skinny staircase on the other side of the house that led into a closet on the first level. Gallows broke it open followed by a window in the kitchen, we climbed out and ran to the large tree where decayed bodies hung from. Josie cringed and mentioned Gallows being fucked up, he hummed to her response whilst spinning the new farming scythe.
"We're going." Gallows announced as he reached into a hole in the tree and pulled out a small cooler.
"Where?" Josie questioned, he cocked his head at her. "You're not leaving me here, dick." His eyebrows raised as he looked at me, a surprised smile quirking up his lips.
I grabbed both of them and teleported, we ended up at the border of the city. Gallows was displeased and questioned why we only got this far, I attempted again but it only yielded the same results.
"Why can't we leave?" Josie asked frantically, she ran forward and disappeared from our sight. Gallows looked alarmed before following in suit as did I, we appeared on the opposite side of the city. "I don't get it, I don't understand. Haven't you guys left the city before?"
"Yeah we went to Belgium only."
I glanced over what was the border of the city, "Only because Ferus took us out of the city. I did not do the transporting." Gallows was scowling by the time I finished that.
"What are we going to do?" Josie panicked with the gun, Gallows snatched it out of her hands and threw her a glare.
"We can use the tunnels under the city."
Josie shook her head frantically. "Those are just rumors. Nothing is beneath the sewers."
Gallows pulled her forward by the collar of her shirt and sneered, "Well we don't got much of a choice now do we, girlie?" He let her go with a small push and headed towards the nearest alley. We weaved through a couple blocks until we found a manhole and popped the lid.
We continued down at every stairwell we found, going deeper beneath the city until the sewers were no longer there. Only abandoned tunnels. We walked a great deal of time, Josie fumbled her carton of cigarettes and hastily whispered about poor timing to try quitting. Gallows made a new song down there, singing about how she's killing herself slowly when he could be. Their banter made the situation less tense for them.
Gallows flung the flashlight across the tunnel and found a few skeletons laid out as if they were crawling. Josie was at my side, we were alert at that point. I returned the gun Gallows took from the girl as we furthered. Coming to another stairwell that descended only we found that the rest of the tunnel was broken apart, caved in on the other side with a large gaping hole. He shined the light on Josie's face and grinned widely, she backed up into me and I nudged her forward.
We were going down.
When we hit the bottom we came to more ruins, old structures broken down. Josie was surprised to see the city she's grown within was built on top of another, when we found more skeletons we came to realize Mister Creevey was right. Our city was also built on the corpses of others. What this means we are not sure.
The cavern was large, filled with buildings in ruins, most of them broken or shattered completely. It was bigger than the city on the surface, we guessed this stretched to the outskirts. From where our home was and perhaps even past that. We continued traveling until we found another tunnel and furthered our pursuit to leave the city.
It was within that tunnel Gallows began to falter. The scythe began dragging across the ground before falling all together, the cooler came next. Josie picked both up as I swung the gun over my shoulder and supported Gallows. His knees went weak before he backpedaled from the direction we were heading in, screaming about how he can't leave. He wasn't allowed to, on the verge of begging through his demands.
I took the risk that this was trigger effect to keep him within city walls. Despite his clawing and fighting I dragged him further down the tunnel. He was screaming and cradling his head by the time we saw the door at the end of the tunnel. His entire body was writhing within my hold.
Josie tried singing some Soft Kitty song to Gallows and he screamed further at her, "What the hell is that shit? What's wrong with you?"
"They sing it to Sheldon and he's crazy. I thought it would help and"
"Just open the fucking door." I yelled over the both of them, she flailed as she ran to the door yelling she was sorry. Josie blew off the locks with the gun and began trying to pry open the metal door.
He was clawing at his head screaming about a sound he was hearing that we could not. "Stop it stop it stop it! Make it stop! Take me back, get me out of here.!" Gallows continued screaming, Josie was struggling to get the door open still as I was fast approaching. "No no no! Not through there, don't take me out of here!"
"Open the door!" I shouted. Josie had a foot up next to the door as she was trying to pull it open.
"It's stuck!"
I threw Gallows off me and next to Josie on the other side of the door, pulling the shotgun off my shoulder I took aim. She was smart enough to move as I shot the top hinge of the door, reloaded, and shot the lower hinge. The metal door creaked with no support and fell forward.
Gallows was writhing on the ground, arms enclosed around his head as he shook. "Kill me, fucking kill me. Don't take me through there. Don't do it!" I began pulling him up and he fought me fully once more. "Kill me! KILL ME!"
His eyes were glazed over, he wasn't in control of himself anymore. I had been right, something was triggering this and I already had a guess what it was. The exact thing that kept him here to begin with. The Master that abandoned him long ago for whatever reason.
I managed to get him up again, Josie juggled the cooler and scythe while shining a flashlight through the dust filled tunnel on the other side. She went first and I followed with Gallows, the moment we passed through the door he went still and silent. It only lasted a short moment before he began to seizure. I put him down and we assisted him through it, he ended up unconscious and I carried him until we reached the end of the tunnel and found a stairwell. We waited there for him to awaken, he did so hours later.
Gallows was back to how he was before we reached that point in the tunnel. Only a vague recollection of what happened. We gathered our things and ascended level after level until we came to a manhole once more. Opening it I looked out and all that could be seen was sand. A desert. It's impossible, we were nowhere near a desert. Our city was within the country, surrounded by vast fields of green.
We walked for a day and a half before we found a road. It took the rest of the day until we found a small town. We rented a motel room and Josie grabbed a map off the counter, on top of more cigarettes. Once settled she laid it out and began mapping out where we came from. Gallows fiddled with my injured shoulder, halfway done with it when Josie called us over.
"Guys, according to the map..." She hesitated.
"What?" Gallows snapped, I heard his stomach growl and sighed.
Josie began shaking, her breathing becoming labored. Gallows narrowed his eyes as he pulled away from me and I followed to look at the map. "We don't even exist."
Gallows scoffed and pulled away, "That's stupid. The guy checked us in. Gave us a key and everything."
"Our city doesn't exist. It's not on the map." Josie sat down on the bed next to the map. "I don't get it. What does this mean?"
We left it at that and slept through the night barely. Our current predicament is an odd one. We will be changing locations shortly but Gallows and Josie both agreed that an update was necessary. We are unsure if Mister Creevey can leave the city or any of the population, we can't conduct any research without returning either since our city isn't on any maps. We have some thinking to do.
Till next time.
~Graves
Once closer to our establishment he flung the girl through the front door and into the staircase. I could hear Josie crying as she tried to pull herself to a stand and failed, she no doubt broke a rib or two. Loading up the rifle I had hooked it over my shoulder and picked up the double barrel shotgun, Gallows was nowhere to be seen and it was alarming. I went to search for him before Mister Creevey could enter the establishment; passing the staircase I fired a round into the creatures chest which successfully knocked him back a great deal.
I turned onto Josie and handed her a police issued handgun, just one of our many victims. I instructed she flee upstairs and either hide somewhere thick and padded, due to gunfire, or escaped out one of the second story windows. The girl crawled up the stairs and turned onto Mister Creevey and fired again once reloaded, successfully furthering him from the house.
I called for Gallows but he did not answer verbally. From the roof he jumped cackling and tackled Mister Creevey to the ground as his cushion against the fall. No longer holding his sickle he was instead using a farmers scythe. He brought it deep into Mister Creevey's chest and cut vertically as he hopped away and spun laughing.
Mister Creevey attempted to get up but Gallows spun once more, this time catching our enemy horizontally across the chest. Twirling the scythe he brought it down upon the head of our enemy and grinned widely with maniac glee. Gallows tore the scythe from the creatures head and stepped back to the doorway where I stood ready. Mister Creevey laid motionless.
I glanced to my partner who was frowning once again. His pleasure for bringing harm to others, for murder and mayhem was back. Not quite back to his normal mindset but enough for now. I'm interested as to what changed it, I'm considering he finally read what has been posted since Mister Creevey revealed himself. The Shady Lady, your information was incredibly useful. To have Dia worrying over him I believe assisted, he dislikes it when his prey frets about him and not their own survival.
It was not that easy, however. Mister Creevey's body convulsed and the wounds pulled themselves together layer by layer. Inhumanly he arched upon the ground and twisted before waking up and hopping to his feet. That maddening grin was back, "Want to try again?"
I shoved past Gallows as Mister Creevey lunged, the creatures sharp hands sunk into my shoulder but the double barrel shotgun was digging into his torso with my finger on the trigger. Gallows reached over and pulled my arm and fired it for me, once more Mister Creevey was separated from us. He straightened and attacked once more with more force, Gallows used his scythe as a shield but the wood split in half as he was flung back inside. Mister Creevey kicked me into the door frame, I dodged his swipe and slammed screen door on his hand.
"I'm going to the shed." Gallows growled as he threw aside the useless half of the scythe and ran off. I reloaded and turned to the door only to find the creature gone.
Screaming arose upstairs followed by the same cackling the beast makes. I ran up the stairs and found it was coming from the barely intact third level. Josie ran above me and the creature followed after. I took aim as she passed over and fired when Mister Creevey came, his chest was hit and the hole the shot made swallowed up his leg. He pushed on the floor to pull himself loose but I fired again which made another hole directly next to the creature, he fell to the second floor before me. I cracked the butt of the shotgun against its skull, the force would have snapped a humans neck but the odd angle its head was twisted at meant nothing, there was no crack of the neck.
I ran in Josie's direction and came to the large hole in the floor. She was looking down it uneasily trying to find another way across. I told the girl to jump, she hesitated but did so and I caught her before tossing her across the hole that was on the second floor as well. I jumped in pursuit whilst Mister Creevey chased.
There was a small object that flew up and landed on the opposite side of the hole, it rolled and stopped the creature in its place. Looking curious at it until it slowed in its rotations.
"Grenade!" Wood and plaster from the walls blew apart in all directions. Gallows hysterical laughter echoing from below as he waved the scythe around the new hole in the building. "Give me a lift, girlie!"
I hurried over and grabbed the neck of the scythe, successfully pulling him up as well. Sweat beaded down the side of his face, the black face paint smudged even more so from sweat. He had his torn jacket through his belt and a new one wrapped around his waist. Gallows has a thing for prancing around the property shirtless.
He grinned and walked past me to Josie cowering against the wall with the gun aimed poorly at him. Gallows leaned over the gun and flicked her double pierced eyebrow once, "Ya know, I'd love to rip out every piercing ya got but we've got something more important to do. So you're gonna be a good girl and stop aiming that gun at me. You're gonna use that fun thing on Mister Creevey over there and we're gonna kill our common problem. Maybe if you do a good job in helping I'll let ya walk away from this all so you won't have to spend eternity with your parents in hell. Capiche?"
Josie's face contorted from fear to anger at the drop of her parents. She slapped Gallows across the face with enough force to knock him into the opposite wall. He looked grimly at her but the girl had spunk. She closed the proximity between them and held the gun to the side of his head while leaning down, looking him straight in the eyes. I pressed the barrel of the shotgun to the base of her spine as a silent warning. She didn't bat a lash. "Don't talk about what you don't know. It could get you killed." She said to him and pulled away from us both.
Gallows grinned once more and glanced my way from the corners of his eyes before back at Josie. Looking past me to the smoke filled hallway we could vaguely see Mister Creevey sprouting a new arm and speaking unnaturally.
We went to the skinny staircase on the other side of the house that led into a closet on the first level. Gallows broke it open followed by a window in the kitchen, we climbed out and ran to the large tree where decayed bodies hung from. Josie cringed and mentioned Gallows being fucked up, he hummed to her response whilst spinning the new farming scythe.
"We're going." Gallows announced as he reached into a hole in the tree and pulled out a small cooler.
"Where?" Josie questioned, he cocked his head at her. "You're not leaving me here, dick." His eyebrows raised as he looked at me, a surprised smile quirking up his lips.
I grabbed both of them and teleported, we ended up at the border of the city. Gallows was displeased and questioned why we only got this far, I attempted again but it only yielded the same results.
"Why can't we leave?" Josie asked frantically, she ran forward and disappeared from our sight. Gallows looked alarmed before following in suit as did I, we appeared on the opposite side of the city. "I don't get it, I don't understand. Haven't you guys left the city before?"
"Yeah we went to Belgium only."
I glanced over what was the border of the city, "Only because Ferus took us out of the city. I did not do the transporting." Gallows was scowling by the time I finished that.
"What are we going to do?" Josie panicked with the gun, Gallows snatched it out of her hands and threw her a glare.
"We can use the tunnels under the city."
Josie shook her head frantically. "Those are just rumors. Nothing is beneath the sewers."
Gallows pulled her forward by the collar of her shirt and sneered, "Well we don't got much of a choice now do we, girlie?" He let her go with a small push and headed towards the nearest alley. We weaved through a couple blocks until we found a manhole and popped the lid.
We continued down at every stairwell we found, going deeper beneath the city until the sewers were no longer there. Only abandoned tunnels. We walked a great deal of time, Josie fumbled her carton of cigarettes and hastily whispered about poor timing to try quitting. Gallows made a new song down there, singing about how she's killing herself slowly when he could be. Their banter made the situation less tense for them.
Gallows flung the flashlight across the tunnel and found a few skeletons laid out as if they were crawling. Josie was at my side, we were alert at that point. I returned the gun Gallows took from the girl as we furthered. Coming to another stairwell that descended only we found that the rest of the tunnel was broken apart, caved in on the other side with a large gaping hole. He shined the light on Josie's face and grinned widely, she backed up into me and I nudged her forward.
We were going down.
When we hit the bottom we came to more ruins, old structures broken down. Josie was surprised to see the city she's grown within was built on top of another, when we found more skeletons we came to realize Mister Creevey was right. Our city was also built on the corpses of others. What this means we are not sure.
The cavern was large, filled with buildings in ruins, most of them broken or shattered completely. It was bigger than the city on the surface, we guessed this stretched to the outskirts. From where our home was and perhaps even past that. We continued traveling until we found another tunnel and furthered our pursuit to leave the city.
It was within that tunnel Gallows began to falter. The scythe began dragging across the ground before falling all together, the cooler came next. Josie picked both up as I swung the gun over my shoulder and supported Gallows. His knees went weak before he backpedaled from the direction we were heading in, screaming about how he can't leave. He wasn't allowed to, on the verge of begging through his demands.
I took the risk that this was trigger effect to keep him within city walls. Despite his clawing and fighting I dragged him further down the tunnel. He was screaming and cradling his head by the time we saw the door at the end of the tunnel. His entire body was writhing within my hold.
Josie tried singing some Soft Kitty song to Gallows and he screamed further at her, "What the hell is that shit? What's wrong with you?"
"They sing it to Sheldon and he's crazy. I thought it would help and"
"Just open the fucking door." I yelled over the both of them, she flailed as she ran to the door yelling she was sorry. Josie blew off the locks with the gun and began trying to pry open the metal door.
He was clawing at his head screaming about a sound he was hearing that we could not. "Stop it stop it stop it! Make it stop! Take me back, get me out of here.!" Gallows continued screaming, Josie was struggling to get the door open still as I was fast approaching. "No no no! Not through there, don't take me out of here!"
"Open the door!" I shouted. Josie had a foot up next to the door as she was trying to pull it open.
"It's stuck!"
I threw Gallows off me and next to Josie on the other side of the door, pulling the shotgun off my shoulder I took aim. She was smart enough to move as I shot the top hinge of the door, reloaded, and shot the lower hinge. The metal door creaked with no support and fell forward.
Gallows was writhing on the ground, arms enclosed around his head as he shook. "Kill me, fucking kill me. Don't take me through there. Don't do it!" I began pulling him up and he fought me fully once more. "Kill me! KILL ME!"
His eyes were glazed over, he wasn't in control of himself anymore. I had been right, something was triggering this and I already had a guess what it was. The exact thing that kept him here to begin with. The Master that abandoned him long ago for whatever reason.
I managed to get him up again, Josie juggled the cooler and scythe while shining a flashlight through the dust filled tunnel on the other side. She went first and I followed with Gallows, the moment we passed through the door he went still and silent. It only lasted a short moment before he began to seizure. I put him down and we assisted him through it, he ended up unconscious and I carried him until we reached the end of the tunnel and found a stairwell. We waited there for him to awaken, he did so hours later.
Gallows was back to how he was before we reached that point in the tunnel. Only a vague recollection of what happened. We gathered our things and ascended level after level until we came to a manhole once more. Opening it I looked out and all that could be seen was sand. A desert. It's impossible, we were nowhere near a desert. Our city was within the country, surrounded by vast fields of green.
We walked for a day and a half before we found a road. It took the rest of the day until we found a small town. We rented a motel room and Josie grabbed a map off the counter, on top of more cigarettes. Once settled she laid it out and began mapping out where we came from. Gallows fiddled with my injured shoulder, halfway done with it when Josie called us over.
"Guys, according to the map..." She hesitated.
"What?" Gallows snapped, I heard his stomach growl and sighed.
Josie began shaking, her breathing becoming labored. Gallows narrowed his eyes as he pulled away from me and I followed to look at the map. "We don't even exist."
Gallows scoffed and pulled away, "That's stupid. The guy checked us in. Gave us a key and everything."
"Our city doesn't exist. It's not on the map." Josie sat down on the bed next to the map. "I don't get it. What does this mean?"
We left it at that and slept through the night barely. Our current predicament is an odd one. We will be changing locations shortly but Gallows and Josie both agreed that an update was necessary. We are unsure if Mister Creevey can leave the city or any of the population, we can't conduct any research without returning either since our city isn't on any maps. We have some thinking to do.
Till next time.
~Graves
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Aftermath
Hello, this is Graves. Gallows cannot come to the computer as of now.
Do you remember when we mentioned how he has not experienced fear? It was true until then. From a child he has been molded to be what he is now, apathetic to such little things. Yet those little things are the ones most potent to crippling man. You never understand something until you experience it. He's been murdering and inspiring the very thing he has never been able to feel, until now. Years of torment caught up within a single moment, realization of what his hand has brought to many.
This is not regret, it is beyond him to regret. This is acknowledgement to the other side of things.
Josie kindly claimed Gallows fled, wise of her but not true. As his gravedigger and his bodyguard I was forced to drag him from the scene. There was nothing he could do, chained down within such a state of fear it was like he was a useless child.
I took him out of the heart of the city, we spent a few hours fleeing and hiding until Mister Creevey was finally lost. Within an abandoned store Gallows sat within a corner and I stood on guard.
We know of Gallows to be a cheery man, enthusiastic and bloodthirsty. Few have seen his intellect behind the joyous exterior. Now it is in the open without anything to hide behind. He has grown darker after coming face to face with fear itself.
I attempted to approach him while we were within the abandoned store. He sat on an old rusty chair and was still wearing the bloody attire. His skeletal upper body torn for the most part, the mask revealed from below his nose to the base of his collar. There was not a part of him that wasn't without a hole. I wished to cease the bleeding for it could be seen quite easily. He sprang from the chair when I halted in front of it and pinned me to the wall, his hands found my throat with ease. He came close to breaking this body, had it not been my job to protect him and had he not been within danger I would have allowed it.
That was not the situation. He was within danger still and I could not die while that was in place. So I broke myself free which in turn dislocated his shoulder, it was fixed briefly after that.
He spoke to me and I did as I always did, the only thing I could do. I listened.
Later assisting him in walking I took us to the only home we've come to know, took him to the basement and began work on his wounds. We'd replace his attire later, he remained in boxers while I stitched and cleansed each cut. I removed the black face paint from around his eyes after taking off what was left of his mask. Held his head over a bucket and I cleaned the blood and sweat out of his hair.
Gallows pulled me to my knees when I had finished, he tossed off my headgear and removed the stitches from my lips. He inquired about Mister Creevey mentioning he hid evidence from my past. I told him what had happened, the beginnings of how I came to be as I am now. How the stalking began before the car collision that ended my family and left me with nothing. Mister Creevey has hidden evidence from what Slender Man has done to us and made us do to others. That is no different from my case.
He's left my mouth without stitches since then, by my guess to question further later. His mood has been grim and serious, I have not heard a laugh of joy only that of spite which fits him little.
Mister Creevey showed himself at the edge of the property the other day, he's been wandering around the edges of it. This land he claims to be different, special, the land the city and its outskirts are built on. How he is not able to come onto this property is beyond me. I believe he's figuring out a way to change that, the way he's been examining it and testing the invisible line that keeps him out. For now Gallows is safe but for how long I cannot say, we remain here until he finds a way through. If he does.
What is it the rest of you claim to have? Gut instincts? They tell me he will succeed.
Forever vigilant I shall be until this threat is eliminated. I will continue to post but it may end abruptly, Gallows can only survive so long on what he has harvested last. I dare say he may look to me when all that runs out. Only time will decide who will live and who will die, survival is just another fairy tale determined to end badly.
Until next time, hopefully Gallows will return to posting by then.
~Graves
Do you remember when we mentioned how he has not experienced fear? It was true until then. From a child he has been molded to be what he is now, apathetic to such little things. Yet those little things are the ones most potent to crippling man. You never understand something until you experience it. He's been murdering and inspiring the very thing he has never been able to feel, until now. Years of torment caught up within a single moment, realization of what his hand has brought to many.
This is not regret, it is beyond him to regret. This is acknowledgement to the other side of things.
Josie kindly claimed Gallows fled, wise of her but not true. As his gravedigger and his bodyguard I was forced to drag him from the scene. There was nothing he could do, chained down within such a state of fear it was like he was a useless child.
I took him out of the heart of the city, we spent a few hours fleeing and hiding until Mister Creevey was finally lost. Within an abandoned store Gallows sat within a corner and I stood on guard.
We know of Gallows to be a cheery man, enthusiastic and bloodthirsty. Few have seen his intellect behind the joyous exterior. Now it is in the open without anything to hide behind. He has grown darker after coming face to face with fear itself.
I attempted to approach him while we were within the abandoned store. He sat on an old rusty chair and was still wearing the bloody attire. His skeletal upper body torn for the most part, the mask revealed from below his nose to the base of his collar. There was not a part of him that wasn't without a hole. I wished to cease the bleeding for it could be seen quite easily. He sprang from the chair when I halted in front of it and pinned me to the wall, his hands found my throat with ease. He came close to breaking this body, had it not been my job to protect him and had he not been within danger I would have allowed it.
That was not the situation. He was within danger still and I could not die while that was in place. So I broke myself free which in turn dislocated his shoulder, it was fixed briefly after that.
He spoke to me and I did as I always did, the only thing I could do. I listened.
Later assisting him in walking I took us to the only home we've come to know, took him to the basement and began work on his wounds. We'd replace his attire later, he remained in boxers while I stitched and cleansed each cut. I removed the black face paint from around his eyes after taking off what was left of his mask. Held his head over a bucket and I cleaned the blood and sweat out of his hair.
Gallows pulled me to my knees when I had finished, he tossed off my headgear and removed the stitches from my lips. He inquired about Mister Creevey mentioning he hid evidence from my past. I told him what had happened, the beginnings of how I came to be as I am now. How the stalking began before the car collision that ended my family and left me with nothing. Mister Creevey has hidden evidence from what Slender Man has done to us and made us do to others. That is no different from my case.
He's left my mouth without stitches since then, by my guess to question further later. His mood has been grim and serious, I have not heard a laugh of joy only that of spite which fits him little.
Mister Creevey showed himself at the edge of the property the other day, he's been wandering around the edges of it. This land he claims to be different, special, the land the city and its outskirts are built on. How he is not able to come onto this property is beyond me. I believe he's figuring out a way to change that, the way he's been examining it and testing the invisible line that keeps him out. For now Gallows is safe but for how long I cannot say, we remain here until he finds a way through. If he does.
What is it the rest of you claim to have? Gut instincts? They tell me he will succeed.
Forever vigilant I shall be until this threat is eliminated. I will continue to post but it may end abruptly, Gallows can only survive so long on what he has harvested last. I dare say he may look to me when all that runs out. Only time will decide who will live and who will die, survival is just another fairy tale determined to end badly.
Until next time, hopefully Gallows will return to posting by then.
~Graves
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Path made of blood
Put more cops out on the street? Just more for me to kill. ;)
That's what we've been doing, ya see. Stationed right here at a nice cozy house. Guess where we are heading? YUP!! Straight to the heart of the city, sunny side baby.
Josie we're coming for ya, girlie.
Got a nice present from the last copper I killed. You'll figure out what it is sooner or later, Agent. Eheheh!!
We're gonna have some real fun. Ya can find us, just follow the nice blood trail we left for ya. Maybe meet us up at the end of the line!
Gonna take her into protective custody, Agent? DO IT DO IT DO IT!
Like that's gonna stop me, boyo. I'll encourage ya even, give me a challenge!! ;)
~Gallows
That's what we've been doing, ya see. Stationed right here at a nice cozy house. Guess where we are heading? YUP!! Straight to the heart of the city, sunny side baby.
Josie we're coming for ya, girlie.
Got a nice present from the last copper I killed. You'll figure out what it is sooner or later, Agent. Eheheh!!
We're gonna have some real fun. Ya can find us, just follow the nice blood trail we left for ya. Maybe meet us up at the end of the line!
Gonna take her into protective custody, Agent? DO IT DO IT DO IT!
Like that's gonna stop me, boyo. I'll encourage ya even, give me a challenge!! ;)
~Gallows
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Home
The object Ferus was looking for was retrieved. Briefly after obtaining it we were separated, it teleported him away from us. Gallows and I were left alone, we spent a short while murdering before I transported us back home. We decided against the plane after Executor got into contact with us, after he had contacted Ferus.
The Agent has been busy securing the streets while we have been away. Gallows is aware the Agent is reading our posts now, it's official with these measures that were taken. We will be tending to the trash soon.
We have been notified as well there is a user by the name of Withering Carnation that resides within this city. The girl, Josie Crumin, has been in contact with the Agent. What this means for her is that she is a target. Her importance to us depends on her importance to the Agent.
Your move, Agent.
~Graves
The Agent has been busy securing the streets while we have been away. Gallows is aware the Agent is reading our posts now, it's official with these measures that were taken. We will be tending to the trash soon.
We have been notified as well there is a user by the name of Withering Carnation that resides within this city. The girl, Josie Crumin, has been in contact with the Agent. What this means for her is that she is a target. Her importance to us depends on her importance to the Agent.
Your move, Agent.
~Graves
Sunday, October 9, 2011
On the move!
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
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
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.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
SO MUCH FUN
WE ARE HAVING SO MUCH FUN! We played "Hide the body parts from Graves" and scattered em EVERYWHERE! EHEHEHEH!!! She went on a scavenger hunt to find em all.
We hid up on a level above her and dropped a body in front of her through a hole. SHE JUMPED and then threw the body over her shoulder and left. BOO!!
It's so much fun. I really wish she got angry. :(
DID YOU READ ABOUT OUR FUN YET?
It was the best of times. Saintie sums it up nicely so I won't go over the little things. ;)
We've been experimenting lots. I showed Saintie how to organize a persons insides and pick apart their body for use. Graves has been cleaning up after us, it's hysterical. I wanna put her in a maid dress watch, eheheh!! Gotta calm myself. She'll be getting dolled up real soon, heh!
Saintie and I are gonna to keep experimenting. I think I gotta let him go soon. FEW DAYS. WEEK. TWO? Wanna keep him some days. He don't scream or reel like em other proxy boyos when I pull a knife and get all playful. I like Saintie which is why I gotta let him go. I kill what I like. Graves is alive because she's more of a tool than a person. :)
Saintie, I don't want you to go. Let's play as along as we can! I think we should see how the human body can stretch. Then we can see how many cuts it takes till a person dies from pain and not blood loss. OH OH OH!! We should mummify someone! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT! I tried once. I got too hungry to finish, eheheh!!!
~Gallows
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Graves present.
I've come to the conclusion Gallows is using Saint as a distraction from the issues at hand with the Agent. It has come to my attention that he's been sending me out to check in on updates in the area, yet he does not act. While Gallows is putting my body to work I find it less troublesome with him in a good mood.
Saint is pleasant when not influenced by Gallows. Hiding body parts was not something my time should be spent with. They had me put together the body before I buried it.
I recognize Gallows' itch. There is a reason we are secluded to this property and that city only a few miles away. Unlike others with specified targets or groups Gallows kills everyone, anyone. You are all prey to him, how long it takes for him to hunt you or kill you makes all the difference. Saint has done well. It has been years since Gallows allowed someone to live this long.
I need to tend to cleaning. Gallows has fallen asleep finally, he hangs himself oddly over the couch and is dangling half off it with his legs over the back. Gallows does not handle alcohol well, never built up much of a tolerance. There isn't any point in adjusting him, this is a normal sleeping position even when sober.
Enjoy your lives, farewell.
~Graves
We hid up on a level above her and dropped a body in front of her through a hole. SHE JUMPED and then threw the body over her shoulder and left. BOO!!
It's so much fun. I really wish she got angry. :(
DID YOU READ ABOUT OUR FUN YET?
It was the best of times. Saintie sums it up nicely so I won't go over the little things. ;)
We've been experimenting lots. I showed Saintie how to organize a persons insides and pick apart their body for use. Graves has been cleaning up after us, it's hysterical. I wanna put her in a maid dress watch, eheheh!! Gotta calm myself. She'll be getting dolled up real soon, heh!
Saintie and I are gonna to keep experimenting. I think I gotta let him go soon. FEW DAYS. WEEK. TWO? Wanna keep him some days. He don't scream or reel like em other proxy boyos when I pull a knife and get all playful. I like Saintie which is why I gotta let him go. I kill what I like. Graves is alive because she's more of a tool than a person. :)
Saintie, I don't want you to go. Let's play as along as we can! I think we should see how the human body can stretch. Then we can see how many cuts it takes till a person dies from pain and not blood loss. OH OH OH!! We should mummify someone! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT! I tried once. I got too hungry to finish, eheheh!!!
~Gallows
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Graves present.
I've come to the conclusion Gallows is using Saint as a distraction from the issues at hand with the Agent. It has come to my attention that he's been sending me out to check in on updates in the area, yet he does not act. While Gallows is putting my body to work I find it less troublesome with him in a good mood.
Saint is pleasant when not influenced by Gallows. Hiding body parts was not something my time should be spent with. They had me put together the body before I buried it.
I recognize Gallows' itch. There is a reason we are secluded to this property and that city only a few miles away. Unlike others with specified targets or groups Gallows kills everyone, anyone. You are all prey to him, how long it takes for him to hunt you or kill you makes all the difference. Saint has done well. It has been years since Gallows allowed someone to live this long.
I need to tend to cleaning. Gallows has fallen asleep finally, he hangs himself oddly over the couch and is dangling half off it with his legs over the back. Gallows does not handle alcohol well, never built up much of a tolerance. There isn't any point in adjusting him, this is a normal sleeping position even when sober.
Enjoy your lives, farewell.
~Graves
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Arrival
We have been busy since the arrival of Saint. Gallows has taken it upon himself to hover over our guest. Upon arrival he carried this air of authority, we saw through it all too easily. Gallows applauded his ways of mimicking others, sat him down in the living room to muse over his demeanor. They talked and all the while the host of the eve tested Saint, even resorted to idly prodding him with a fireplace porker.
They went with the killing contest, whether it was actually one or not I am unaware of. It seemed to fit a spree more than an actual contest itself. I transported them into the desired area and left. They came home on their own time with a stolen vehicle and a body count higher than expected.
I threw the shovel at Gallows when they returned, he cackled madly about how I should start digging. I began so and only recently have taken a break. He hovers now with Saint as I write this, no doubt planning to rant his own two cents.
I cannot imagine Saint truly enjoying his stay here. Our place of residence is not exactly suitable for guests, let alone ourselves. A home that is decaying like the bodies upon the property, filthy for the most part and a mess all together. His room isn't much different, forced to use a lantern. The bed has become stale in its comfort. Blood stains, dirt, various filth covers the house. The vines have taken to crawling inside the house in some spots, not that we care. The place could come down upon us all and it would mean nothing.
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HO HO HO~
Gotta interrupt this here post. Tell ya how excited I am. BOY OH BOY! Saintie is a riot. We played through the streets until the coppers finally found us.
EHEHEH!!!
IT WAS A GLORIOUS EVENING.
Saintie me boy your icy eyes with red smeared around em fits well.
We made him dance real good, was all stiff at first but he loosened up real good, YUP. Stole a truck and began tossing in bodies then made an escape. GOOD TIMES!!
Took him back and we played with the bodies along with various sharp objects. GREAT TIMES!!
Maybe we'll get live prey to bring home and play with? ;)
They went with the killing contest, whether it was actually one or not I am unaware of. It seemed to fit a spree more than an actual contest itself. I transported them into the desired area and left. They came home on their own time with a stolen vehicle and a body count higher than expected.
I threw the shovel at Gallows when they returned, he cackled madly about how I should start digging. I began so and only recently have taken a break. He hovers now with Saint as I write this, no doubt planning to rant his own two cents.
I cannot imagine Saint truly enjoying his stay here. Our place of residence is not exactly suitable for guests, let alone ourselves. A home that is decaying like the bodies upon the property, filthy for the most part and a mess all together. His room isn't much different, forced to use a lantern. The bed has become stale in its comfort. Blood stains, dirt, various filth covers the house. The vines have taken to crawling inside the house in some spots, not that we care. The place could come down upon us all and it would mean nothing.
///
HO HO HO~
Gotta interrupt this here post. Tell ya how excited I am. BOY OH BOY! Saintie is a riot. We played through the streets until the coppers finally found us.
EHEHEH!!!
IT WAS A GLORIOUS EVENING.
Saintie me boy your icy eyes with red smeared around em fits well.
We made him dance real good, was all stiff at first but he loosened up real good, YUP. Stole a truck and began tossing in bodies then made an escape. GOOD TIMES!!
Took him back and we played with the bodies along with various sharp objects. GREAT TIMES!!
Maybe we'll get live prey to bring home and play with? ;)
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