Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Past Months

I've been thinking about just trying to find some saferoom, some isolated place to escape from this fucking thing. I envy the fucking rich boys and gals who fucking brag about their yachts and shit. Reminds me of when I was back in high school and shit, walking by the crowds of girls, gossiping about music artists and shit, and the cocky ass kids, too. It was simpler. Much simpler than having a fucking eldritch abomination staring you the fuck down each night. I'm thinking about finding everyone, trying to form together a small bundle of people, Runners, Fighters, shit like that, and run together, be happy that we actually have family other than some creepy, faceless fucking uncle.

This is Liam, signing out. -Liam


  1. If you need a partner, I'm in. I'm tired of dashing from place to place myself, so you're lucky you at least have someone else to talk to. I'm Katt by the way, as you can see. Nice to meet you, Liam.

    Guess for now I'll just wish you good luck. Maybe someday we'll all be able to find a safe home of our own. It's fighters like us that might be able to make that change, huh?


  2. Sure, where are you? Me and Johnny would be okay with sharing a place with you.

  3. I'm in several places at once. Boston is...quite far from where I am, as of now, but what the hell? Give me an email, and I'll see what I can do then.