Saturday, March 26, 2011

I realized it.

I'm not a fucking obstacle in It's plan. I'm just a dumbass who decided to fight.

I'll die one day, and it'll be sure soon.

So, hey, for all you beyond the Borderline, keep It, The Slender man, whatever you want to call it, out of your head and home. Goodnight. -Liam.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

A poem deticated to Clyde.

The Hellbeast, weary of travel, was captured as fast as the eye could see,

Bound by no chains or shackles, but he could not go free,

The One in Solitude laughed and sang, as a sick joy ran through his mind,

He tortured the Hellbeast, with childish delight, the dog's body left behind.

The Shattered , Rotten and Core bound One, came to slay the killer,

As he screamed, through the land, his scream was quite the chiller.

Let us put down our weapons and kneel on knee, look towards the sky,

"To the great Hellbeast, with all good wishes, we all wish you goodbye."


Something I thought about after hearing the new of Clyde's death. I'm literally trying to prevent myself from bawling in sadness. Rest in peace, Clyde. -Liam.
Clyde's dead. And I want to meet Al(x)ne. Mostly so I can cave his skull in with Johnny. Heading to meet Pete. See you later. -Liam.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Making some Molotov cocktails for tonight. Gonna spray down any proxies nearby The Ruins. Wish me luck. -Liam.

Friday, March 11, 2011

This is a good week..

 Johnny and I've got back together, we've talked a lot about nerdy properties, and we killed proxies.

Clyde's summoned me, so I'm heading for the The Ruins. Shit's going to be fun. I'll see you all later.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Finally....I'm free from his custody. I gave him a cure sample, gonna bring him to my hotel room. Hope you kids have yourself a nice time. - Liam.

Friday, March 4, 2011

secret unkept

you all found out. it's johnathan. i liked the name pete, and the idea of being a butcher among the slaughter. but you just had to ruin my fun.

in other new, cynthia came today to say hi to liam. she gave him a nice hug. he's shivering now. he's scared. if you want to hear him squeal, go ahead:


i hope that bit helped you understand that he's so happy without you all.

signed, johnny.


i have liam now. he's screaming a lot. he swears a lot too. he's a baaaaaaaaaad boy.

the Master doesn't want him harmed. he recognizes me. his same old friend under a new name.

you haven't heard anything yet, runners. nothing.

signed, butcher pete

Thursday, March 3, 2011


chop chop chop

i stand from the midst of the fields, chopping at the flesh of the lambs

they are fresh. soft. tender.

remember, downsman? the fire? it was so beautiful. it would've warmed you. just like the heart of the Master. but you rejected him. a wrong move.

i see you as i type. you are walking towards me. you yell a lot.

sweet dreams, downsman.

the master waits.