Monday, January 24, 2011

I'm not dead yet, you proxy scum.

Shit...Johnny's been killed by Him. I should retell the events in his honor.

My hotel was burned down. I and Johnny ran across the roads, trying to search for my aunt's. But of course, some proxies grabbed us. I was completley stripped of my weapons, tied up and gagged. I was in a small playground in a stage like area. We were surrounded by Proxies and It stepped towards me. He grinned with his smug non existent face, mocking me and then began to kneel down, sending what seemed like an endless wave of black arms, human arms, from his back. He grabbed the ropes and untied them. My bag was only a few inches away. I ran for it and broke the hedge clippers into two daggers, coating them in a thick layer of substance. I charged at him and jumped on him, stabbing into his chest with intense force. A piercing siren like sound invaded my ears, whispers lost in it. Things like "FOOLISH" "PAIN WILL RETURN". Instead of attacking me, It grabbed Johnny with it's other arms, and ripped his appendages off. In layman's terms, he tore Johnny's goddamn arms and legs off, and jammed them into his back, covering them in darkness. Johnny was bleeding intensely, I knew I had to run. Save myself. So I ran away, my bag slung over my shoulders as I ran, crowbar in hand while I heard a hissing from behind me. I turned around. Fire. Fire was circling me. I saw It in the distance. It waved. All of it's arms. I leaped over the flames and charged head first into a convenience store, my shoes slowly burning off. The shopkeeper decided to call the cops and I ran again. The fire was gone. I looked back at the park, smoke surrounding it.  Then I realized I left my stolen iPad with Johnny, who typed the post before this one. He must've got it when we were tied up.

And now we go back to a big question. Where are you?

At my aunt's house. Luckily I found it after Johnny's death.

I told her what happened and all. So she's keeping me here until she can find time to take me home.

I hope I see you all later. Liam out.


  1. thehurtthehurtthehurt

    I'm so sorry.

  2. @Hime: Of course. Thus why I burn. I understand your cryptic messages. I burn because of my losses and my failure to help Johnny.

  3. (Perhaps) there are no answers. everything is connected.

  4. He. . .tore off. . .that fucking- I can't even find a word to describe It right now.

  5. @Yggdrasil He takes people's arms and turns them into his tentacles. It's demented.

  6. I thought that's what happened. Fucking ASSbitchjfacecuntlickerhole of an eldritch abomination.

  7. Now that I've calmed down, I hope you administer the justice Johnny deserves.

  8. @Yggdrasil Of course. Here's a clue for you proxies.

    I have a car battery.
    And a handsaw.

    The rest you'll have to find out on the day I reach the US.