Saturday, November 27, 2010


Sometimes, I get lonely, knowing my family is looking for me while I'm driving off in a van that I stole. It's also funny about the ridiculous amounts of agents I have to run over before I can get to Calgary.

Let's see.....27 and counting.

No sightings of him yet. Just how I like it. I see plenty of wheat fields and trees, but not....well, him.

I feel better already. Well, I'll post later on this stolen iPad.-Liam

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Cures, Strangers, and Stages

Ah, christ.

I'm taking a detour at a gas station near the south. Some stranger said I could borrow his laptop, which I'm typing on in a On the Run.

I've stocked up on more food. Some sandwiches, a couple bottles of Coke, and a couple snacks. Johnny's been getting worse, and is muttering something about "getting to the stage". I have no idea what he's talking about, but I'm assuming it's about a show or something.

I'm using the temporary cure Greenlight's been recommending. I chipped off 3 pieces of marble tiling from a nearby house, took some water, green food coloring, a couple plastic glasses, and some table salt.

I don't think I'll have enough time to use it though.

This may be the things you'll here from me in the next few days. See you guys.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

On The Road to Nowhere

Johnny has been feverish lately, and I'm thinking he's becoming Hallowed. If anything, I should try to save him before it's too late. And by that, I mean killing him.

What should I do....
I'm in my Uncle's house, typing this out as Agents are out looking for us.

Oh god, they're here. Time to dive out the window.


Friday, November 19, 2010


Supplied with the No More Heroes Soundtrack and Cage the Elephant on my Mp3, a backpack full of donuts, energy drinks, and my weapons of choice. (Crowbar, hedge clipper, substance jar and a fire extinguisher), I've left my home with a friend of mine, his name is Johnny. We're staying at my Grandma's, and we're planning to head towards Calgary, where my aunt is. Several agents have been following us now. All I can say is that we're fucked over unless we get to Calgary in less then a couple days.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Status Report.

Things are looking up.

It's been weaker than before.

I can only assume it's a) waiting until my defenses are low to give it's most powerful strike. B) It's going to use it's full arsenal at the final confrontation.

If it's either a, or b, well, who cares. I'm going to die against this crazy thing so let it be.

And of course, he's staring at me through my window.

I'm going to go listen to my MP3, loaded with Cage the Elephant.



Saturday, November 13, 2010


Well isn't he pleased as punch.

The Canadian It has been more active. And my parents have been taking hours of my money to replace the windows he broke.

From what I've learned from my parents, my grandparents on my Irish father's side told him tales of the Fear Lámh , who was the original Irish /Construct/ who followed Irish settlers to Canada. Prime aspects of the lore is that he hunted whoever he pleased, and did away with them. 

Other than that, nothing is really vital. I have gotten some substance, which I jarred for later confrontations. I'm thinking of using a set of hedge clippers, dipped in the stuff, to fight him.

And now he's looking at me through my fence.

I'll give some more info tonight or tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


Well isn't he riled up?

Oh, and if you get the refrence in the title, you get a virtual cookie.

He's been flailing his arms like whips at my house, trying to break in. I have been hitting him with my baseball bat, and the best part is? He can throw me through the window, back to my bedroom.

I'm guessing that my neutrality towards him is the result of his aggression.

And now I'm sure that he's looking at me through my basement's window. Good god, will he ever go after anyone else?

Probably not.
I'll see you later.

Thursday, November 4, 2010



He broke my window.
He broke it.

He broke it in half.

Insane bastard.

This has gone way too far.

If he wants war, I'll give him a war.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Christ in a hand grenade. Why doesn't he fuck around with other runners.

Robert thinks the American /Construct/ is bad? Wait until he meets the hatted fucker.

He goes around in them trees. Wearing some black top hat and trench coat,  staring at me with dead eyes at night. If I've learned anything, it's to remain inside unless necessary. i.e. To get food.

I'm going to give you all full update tonight.