Estren was out for quite a while. He literally just woke up an hour ago shouting "NIGHTLANDERS!!!" at the top of his lungs. So yeah, it looks like it was the Nightlanders who attacked us. I don't know why though. I've been keeping an eye on that tournament, and it seems like Damien and the Pied Piper of whatever-it-was are both being assigned to kill me. They haven't found me yet, but I am definitely worried. Also, I saw Dan's latest video, and I'm am frankly quite pissed. Myrir's been stationed somewhere else, so I can't yell at her about her associates kidnapping people right now, but next time I see her, I'll get it all off my chest. Also, I found her blog (which is now technically O'Zalia's blog), which can be read here; http://butterflyproxy.blogspot.com/
Also, I'm going to meet Daniel in LA. I'm pretty sure the person who left him the picture of my ancestral mother was the Scion I met up in Canada, and I'd like to have a word with him. Estren had a chat with HELLFIRE after reading what's left of that diary, and apparently they're going up to Iceland gonna be looking for Silvermist while they're up there. That leaves me with Beta. Can't believe I have to work with this guy again. Whatever.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Blackout
Woke up this morning, hanging by my ankles from a park swing set, with Myrir prodding my second mouth with a stick.
"He's still alive!" she called to two other people standing a little while away. Took me a second to recognize them, but I realized they were Martyr Beta and Estren's friend, Amy.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You never came back to the base after you stormed out, so Estren went looking for you," Amy explained. "He didn't come back either, so we started looking too. Found you strung up like this."
"What are they doing here?" I asked.
"Master reassigned me to assist you," Myrir said. "I guess taking care of this Silvermist thing takes priority over finding O'Zalia."
"First of all, I never said I'd help with this Silvermist thing," I said. "And what's that about O'Zalia?"
"He's on the run," Myrir said. "He's no longer one of us."
"Well, it's about time one of you proxies had the sense to leave his employ," I said. "And what about Beta?"
"The Alpha assigned me to do whatever it takes to stop Silvermist," he said. "Even if it means teaming up with you."
"Where's Estren?" I asked.
"Over there," Myrir said.
He was lying unconscious in the bushes. I don't remember anything since my last post. Hopefully he'll be able to tell me when he wakes up. The problem is, I have no idea if he's still possessed by HELLFIRE, so I can't risk moving him right now, because that would involve having to touch him. I guess I'll just have to wait here until he comes to.
"He's still alive!" she called to two other people standing a little while away. Took me a second to recognize them, but I realized they were Martyr Beta and Estren's friend, Amy.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You never came back to the base after you stormed out, so Estren went looking for you," Amy explained. "He didn't come back either, so we started looking too. Found you strung up like this."
"What are they doing here?" I asked.
"Master reassigned me to assist you," Myrir said. "I guess taking care of this Silvermist thing takes priority over finding O'Zalia."
"First of all, I never said I'd help with this Silvermist thing," I said. "And what's that about O'Zalia?"
"He's on the run," Myrir said. "He's no longer one of us."
"Well, it's about time one of you proxies had the sense to leave his employ," I said. "And what about Beta?"
"The Alpha assigned me to do whatever it takes to stop Silvermist," he said. "Even if it means teaming up with you."
"Where's Estren?" I asked.
"Over there," Myrir said.
He was lying unconscious in the bushes. I don't remember anything since my last post. Hopefully he'll be able to tell me when he wakes up. The problem is, I have no idea if he's still possessed by HELLFIRE, so I can't risk moving him right now, because that would involve having to touch him. I guess I'll just have to wait here until he comes to.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Pawns In The Grand Game
After I left the hideout earlier I went for a walk to clear my head. Probably would have went fine if He didn't tag along. I saw Slender Man on every street corner, just watching me. I decided to use the God's Way. Wound up a few towns over in Riverside. He was still there. Used the God's Way again, went to Austin Texas. He continued to follow. Used the God's Way a few more times. Florida, Cuba, Egypt, He continued to tail me. I used it one more time, and found myself on the giant H in Hollywood, on top of the middle part of the H. I leaned against the side part to rest. I'm starting to get used to the God's Way, but I've never used it this many times in a row. I was in a lot of pain. I looked to the side to see that he was still watching, right next to me this time.
"Why are you just following me!?" I demanded.
You need to give up on your search for the light, he said.
"Why!?" I asked.
Even with your heart so full of darkness, you're still to soft, He replied. You'll never be a Fear unless you give up light and embrace darkness. It's the reason your ancestral mother died. She opened up to a human, and allowed light in. It made her weak and vulnerable, and the Game Master took advantage of it.
"That's her problem," I said. "I don't need darkness to be strong, and I don't need to become a Fear either!"
It was then that I noticed the chessboard between the two of us. It was set up in an odd manner. The whites were facing me, and the blacks were on his side.
Do you know how to win this game? He asked.
I examined the pieces carefully. There was a way to place his king into check mate using my knight, but there was a catch. I'd have to move his queen out of the way, and in order to do that I'd need to give up a nearby pawn.
You see how the Great Game is played, He said. You can't protect the humans, eccentric chess player. You have to give up your pawns to place the enemies in check.
"There has to be a way," I said, examining the board. But no matter what pieces or strategies I thought of, Slender Man had set up the board so that I couldn't win without sacrificing my pawns.
Think about what you will do from here, He said. You're only hope of defeat our enemies is to embrace darkness and use the humans like the pawns they are.
He vanished. I was pissed, so I ax kicked the board and broke it in have. I can't accept that he was right. There has to be a way I can turn the Grand Game around and help the humans win. There has to be.
"Why are you just following me!?" I demanded.
You need to give up on your search for the light, he said.
"Why!?" I asked.
Even with your heart so full of darkness, you're still to soft, He replied. You'll never be a Fear unless you give up light and embrace darkness. It's the reason your ancestral mother died. She opened up to a human, and allowed light in. It made her weak and vulnerable, and the Game Master took advantage of it.
"That's her problem," I said. "I don't need darkness to be strong, and I don't need to become a Fear either!"
It was then that I noticed the chessboard between the two of us. It was set up in an odd manner. The whites were facing me, and the blacks were on his side.
Do you know how to win this game? He asked.
I examined the pieces carefully. There was a way to place his king into check mate using my knight, but there was a catch. I'd have to move his queen out of the way, and in order to do that I'd need to give up a nearby pawn.
You see how the Great Game is played, He said. You can't protect the humans, eccentric chess player. You have to give up your pawns to place the enemies in check.
"There has to be a way," I said, examining the board. But no matter what pieces or strategies I thought of, Slender Man had set up the board so that I couldn't win without sacrificing my pawns.
Think about what you will do from here, He said. You're only hope of defeat our enemies is to embrace darkness and use the humans like the pawns they are.
He vanished. I was pissed, so I ax kicked the board and broke it in have. I can't accept that he was right. There has to be a way I can turn the Grand Game around and help the humans win. There has to be.
Friday, August 17, 2012
The Game Master's Strongest Emissary
I slept in today. I woke up to a familiar voice. Reika. She was telling me I needed to get up. It took me a little while to realize it, but when I did I drew the pistol from under my pillow and pointed it straight at her face.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I just want to talk," the Archangel said, smiling evilly.
"What about?" I asked.
"It's about your friend Damien," it said.
"The Biker isn't my friend," I replied.
"Whatever," the Archangel said. "He's learned what he really is."
"The hell are you talking about?" I asked.
"You mean you haven't figured it out?" it asked. "Think for a minute. Who could have given him his memories back? Who could give him the power to survive the immense amount of eldritch energy infused to his body? Who could give him that kind of strength? Who wishes you dead more than anything else?"
"Aside from the Fears, there's only one other person I can think of," I replied.
"Yes?" it said.
"The Game Master," I said.
"Yes!" it proclaimed. "Damien is his emissary! The Bloody Biker is, and always has been, the Game Master's secret weapon, the ultimate tool he's been meaning to use against you!"
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"You understand what the Game Master does with his emissaries, correct?" it asked. "He gives them power at a young age, and returns when they're older to recruit them. I thought I could do as the Convocation did with Andrew Miles and what the tall one did with Isaac O'Zalia. I thought I could make the Biker into my servant before the Game Master recruited him. But it didn't work out. He saw through my disguise. He betrayed me, and he was then taken away by the Game Master."
"So the two of them are working together now?" I asked.
"Yes," the Archangel replied. "And they both have one goal in mind; killing you."
"So I'm pretty much screwed, then?" I asked.
"Not quite," the Archangel said. "Follow me."
I followed it to the next room in my current hideout, and I was absolutely startled by what I saw.
The Slender Man, the Blind Man, HELLFIRE (now back in Estren's body where he belongs), Amy (Estren's new friend), and the Rake. Yes, the Rake was there.
"You see, all the beings before you are willing to assist you and help with the Game Master predicament," the Archangel said. "But we require your help with something as well. A being named Silvermist has escaped it's prison, and the Vision's power could prove useful to us."
"I'll think about it," I said, before leaving.
I need to fight the Game Master and Damien. That much is clear. But allying myself with the Fears? I don't know if I can do this.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I just want to talk," the Archangel said, smiling evilly.
"What about?" I asked.
"It's about your friend Damien," it said.
"The Biker isn't my friend," I replied.
"Whatever," the Archangel said. "He's learned what he really is."
"The hell are you talking about?" I asked.
"You mean you haven't figured it out?" it asked. "Think for a minute. Who could have given him his memories back? Who could give him the power to survive the immense amount of eldritch energy infused to his body? Who could give him that kind of strength? Who wishes you dead more than anything else?"
"Aside from the Fears, there's only one other person I can think of," I replied.
"Yes?" it said.
"The Game Master," I said.
"Yes!" it proclaimed. "Damien is his emissary! The Bloody Biker is, and always has been, the Game Master's secret weapon, the ultimate tool he's been meaning to use against you!"
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"You understand what the Game Master does with his emissaries, correct?" it asked. "He gives them power at a young age, and returns when they're older to recruit them. I thought I could do as the Convocation did with Andrew Miles and what the tall one did with Isaac O'Zalia. I thought I could make the Biker into my servant before the Game Master recruited him. But it didn't work out. He saw through my disguise. He betrayed me, and he was then taken away by the Game Master."
"So the two of them are working together now?" I asked.
"Yes," the Archangel replied. "And they both have one goal in mind; killing you."
"So I'm pretty much screwed, then?" I asked.
"Not quite," the Archangel said. "Follow me."
I followed it to the next room in my current hideout, and I was absolutely startled by what I saw.
The Slender Man, the Blind Man, HELLFIRE (now back in Estren's body where he belongs), Amy (Estren's new friend), and the Rake. Yes, the Rake was there.
"You see, all the beings before you are willing to assist you and help with the Game Master predicament," the Archangel said. "But we require your help with something as well. A being named Silvermist has escaped it's prison, and the Vision's power could prove useful to us."
"I'll think about it," I said, before leaving.
I need to fight the Game Master and Damien. That much is clear. But allying myself with the Fears? I don't know if I can do this.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Well, This Is Troubling
The Game Master seems to be holding a new tournament. Estren just informed me. I can't do much about it right now, though. I sort of have to deal with the whole "Daniel is currently being possessed by a really annoying piece of the Dying Man" thing. But I may be able to do something.
If you haven't been reading my blog, I should tell you that I was once a competitor in one of his tournaments. Granted, everything went to hell when I decided to wage all out war against him, but that's beside the point.
The point is that I know a thing a thing or two. If any of you competitors are reading this and have questions for me, please leave a comment and I'll see if there's any advice I can give.
Except for the Lilim with the Tumblr. I hate you, and your Mother, and I hope you die in this tournament.
That is all.
If you haven't been reading my blog, I should tell you that I was once a competitor in one of his tournaments. Granted, everything went to hell when I decided to wage all out war against him, but that's beside the point.
The point is that I know a thing a thing or two. If any of you competitors are reading this and have questions for me, please leave a comment and I'll see if there's any advice I can give.
Except for the Lilim with the Tumblr. I hate you, and your Mother, and I hope you die in this tournament.
That is all.
Been A While
Sorry I've gone so long with out posting, but I've been a bit busy resisting the darkness and trying to make sense of Daniel's confusing fucking destiny.
Well, a while ago, I help Daniel fight some thugs. I think they were Timberwolves. Can't remember exactly. Then I had a chat with HELLFIRE, and I forced my consciousness into Daniel's body in order to help him regain dominance. Apparently this means I can enter Daniel's subconscious at will now. I'm gonna try to avoid doing that.
Anyway, about his destiny. It has two endings. One path ends in victory over the Fears, and the other ends in sacrifice. And it's not a 50-50 thing. Both of them are destined to happen. And it's not gonna be "sacrifices himself to achieve victory", it's something else. I can figure it out.
I think I know who would understand, though. The Vision. I know she's sort of -you know- dead, but that hasn't stopped her from showing up before. Maybe I'll find her if I go back to the Streams Of Destiny.
Hold up, Estren and his new friend (that emissary from before, who he now owns apparently) just barged in, and he's stammering on so fast that I can't understand him. I'm gonna wrap this up and go slap him and tell him to calm down.
Well, a while ago, I help Daniel fight some thugs. I think they were Timberwolves. Can't remember exactly. Then I had a chat with HELLFIRE, and I forced my consciousness into Daniel's body in order to help him regain dominance. Apparently this means I can enter Daniel's subconscious at will now. I'm gonna try to avoid doing that.
Anyway, about his destiny. It has two endings. One path ends in victory over the Fears, and the other ends in sacrifice. And it's not a 50-50 thing. Both of them are destined to happen. And it's not gonna be "sacrifices himself to achieve victory", it's something else. I can figure it out.
I think I know who would understand, though. The Vision. I know she's sort of -you know- dead, but that hasn't stopped her from showing up before. Maybe I'll find her if I go back to the Streams Of Destiny.
Hold up, Estren and his new friend (that emissary from before, who he now owns apparently) just barged in, and he's stammering on so fast that I can't understand him. I'm gonna wrap this up and go slap him and tell him to calm down.
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