Thursday, November 7, 2013

MONTHS OF PLANNING DOWN THE DRAIN

FUCKING FUCK FOR FUCK'S SAKE FUCKING USELESS FUCKING OLD PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING SPENCER FITZGERALD STORYTELLER REDLIGHT FUCK ALEX FUCK ME BEING TOO DAMN FUCKING SLOW TO CATCH A FUCKER STANDING THE FUCK STILL RIGHT THERE IN GODDAMN FRONT OF ME MORE VULNERABLE THAN HE HAS EVER BEEN IN THE HISTORY OF THAT FUCKING TITLE'S CREATION

AND HE KNOWS NOW. HE WE FUCKING LOST OUR TRUMP CARD....

Hello you ignorant pieces of shit. GUESS WHAT. NIGHTSCREAM IS NOT ALIVE. NIGHTSCREAM HAS BEEN DEAD THIS ENTIRE TIME, AND THIS HAS ALL BEEN AN ELABORATE TRAP FOR REDLIGHT. The "Nightscream" running around is NOT SAM PRESCOTT, SAM FREEMAN, OR WHATEVER IT CALL ITSELF. This NEW NIGHTSCREAM is ALEX PRESCOTT, Sam's SPOUSE FRESH OUT OF THE GODDAMN ASYLUM. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

It was SO FUCKING SIMPLE. So Simple WE COULD NOT FUCK IT UP. TRICK that FUCKER SPENCER into thinking Sam was back. Mister SELF CONTROL ISSUES would then go on a homicidal rage trying to CORRECT this WALKING ERROR. We spent SO MUCH TIME trying to sell Alex as Sam. EVERY SINGLE POST WAS READ OVER and CHECKED BEFORE IT WAS POSTED, TO PREVENT THAT ASS CLOWN FROM FIGURING IT OUT. WE TOOK ALEX ON MISSIONS TO SHOW IT OFF TO TELLER-RED. IT WORKED. IT FUCKING WORKED. He came out to play, and when I had him RIGHT WHERE I WANTED HIM.

BOOM.

ONE OF HIS FRIGGEN MINIONS, THE GODDAMN WISEMAN, FUCKING SILAS MARSH, YOU OLD AS DIRT FOSSILIZED FUCK. WE WILL BURN YOUR GODDAMN HOUSE DOWN AROUND YOU AGAIN AND THIS TIME YOU WON'T FUCKING CRAWL OUT OF THE ASHES, SHOT REDLIGHT IN THE HEAD BEFORE I COULD POUNCE HIM.

AND HE SAW THE FACE UNDER NIGHTSCREAM'S HOOD. GAME OVER. PLAN FAILED. SHIT ASS FUCK HELL GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH.

I AM GOING TO EAT THAT OLD PIECE OF SHIT ALIVE

SAMAEL, I KNOW YOU FUCKING MIND WIPED ME THE OTHER DAY. DID YOU FUCKING DO ANYTHING IN HERE? DID I GET SLOWER OR SOMETHING? I WAS THREE FEET AWAY FROM THE GODLESS FUCKHEAD WHEN HIS BRAINS WERE BLOWN OUT.

I just went out to eat a goddamn kindergarten teacher and a few of her fucking ankle-biting brats. I am feeling MUCH better now. OK. I am OK. I am fine. We still have time. We have Dr. Marsh. They have nothing. They have like five people left. SOON TO BE FOUR. Oh God I still hear that ARROGANT, SELF-AGGRANDIZING, MOCKING TONE from beneath that AMBER EYED FREAK. God it pisses me off. He needs to DIE, NOW. I AM SICK OF THIS SHIT. I WANT TO BACK TO KILLING NORMAL, USELESS, PIECE OF SHIT PEOPLE. I want to TORTURE THEM like I did SANNA. I want to shatter their bones and rip into their FLESH like I did Annalee. This world is an all you can eat BUFFET for me, and I have to just sit here and stare at it all day as I try to hunt down a rogue SCIENCE EXPERIMENT FROM DAD. Where are all the would be heroes trying to STOP things like me? Huh? Why aren't you guys kicking down my door yet so I can TAKE SOME FRUSTRATION OUT. Cowardly useless bastards.

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  1. no no no no NO NO NO you do NOT fucking want to torture normal people oh god NO LEAVE ME ALONE OR I'LL SCREAM I'll rip your fucking FACE off

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  2. That explains a lot.

    Shame about the people involved, or that could've worked.

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  3. I'd feel sorry for you, but looking at your record...you had it coming you bastard. - Lt. Com. Cartwright.

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  4. Heroes? Seriously? Skywalker, I think your brain was retracted or something. Since when were there any heroes in this Game?

    Why do you hunt for him? Simple waste of time, I say go out and do whatever the fuck you want, you're not obliged to saving the world, or any of that shit, you're wasting your time, you can spend it doing something you truly enjoy and yet you waste it to "protect" this world, why? To terrorize it yourself? Why, you could be doing that right this instant, nobody asked you to stand up to Redlight.

    Such a colossal waste of time.

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    1. Idiot. You think I have ANY choice in this matter? HOW many times have they mind wiped me? Seriously. I don't know. YOU might have a better idea than me. The only reason I even maintain a personality right now is because I seem to amuse Dad. If I stray from the path chosen for me, more than just a little bit. Gone. I am GONE FOREVER.

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    2. I'd rather die doing something I truly enjoy, than live on doing something I don't care about. Even if it s for a couple of days, hours, minutes, seconds, I'd rather sacrifice my life for those couple of seconds of enjoyment, rather than spend a whole lifetime doing someones bidding.

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    3. HA. Die. Yeah. Good One. FORGETTING WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO HERE?

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    4. Morningstar. Why not try and reason with them? If you asked for some time off, you'd get it, I'm sure.

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    5. Not physical death dummy, mental. You know, when they wipe your personality and your just a brainless bunch of goo walking around? Yeah, that kind of DEATH.

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    6. Let him be a puppet I say. Much more fun when we know more than he does.

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    7. Pretty sure he knows anyway.

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    8. @Jack-Ass: Trust me. None of you know more than I do.

      @Silly Sanna: You haven't met dear old Dad. Do you know what he does for fun? Things I don't even wish on people. Sick, horrible things.

      @Kelly Dearest: HA. Once again, you fail to realize what they are capable of. They can erase me and simply put a new copy of me back. Nothing would change. Why the hell would I rebel for the sake of rebelling? When I can gain NOTHING from it. Hell. They might even get spiteful and UNDO anything I did.

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    9. Humour me, Star. What does he do for fun and why aren't you entitled to the same fun?

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    10. Who's been around around longer, Star? You or me?

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    11. Sanna, I am entitled to commit crimes against humanity. But what Daddy does is just WAY too much.

      Jack. That depends on YOU buddy. Not that you would remember, mind you.

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  5. He doesn't know how bad it is. He has an idea, but not the whole picture.

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    1. Jack, I really don't give a fuck. I want the outcome that will make him gone. You're not the one who pays for him simply existing anything.

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    2. I don't pay for his existence, I'll admit he's terrible. But so am I. And, he's fun to mess with from time to time. Besides, he and I have a little bit of history. Sadly, I'd kind of miss him if he was gone.

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  6. Hey, Superstar, you have everybody's favourite apocalypse-kickstarting murdertree juice, right? Do you actually know what the hell it's going to do if you inject it? That Sage guy said that the effects would surprise Redlight if he used them. You might want to test it out so you don't accidentally make some sort of Mega Bleeding!Redlight.

    Darren

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    1. ... And you are?

      Also Sagey is notoriously insane and delusional. Take anything he says with a bag of salt. And. Yes. I do know what the hell it's going to do if I inject it, because I saw what happened when someone was injected. Two Years ago.

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  7. I'm Darren. It's nice to meet you.

    And I'm familiar with what happened to Mr Patrick; I've read your post on his death. But what I'm talking about occurred later.

    http://recordsofanimpossibility.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/dear-redlight-open-letter.html

    Fifth paragraph down. I was just wondering if any tests had been done on the syringes had been conducted since then. Not that I'm asking you to give out any details, but it would just be nice to know that they won't blow up in your face. Or that they would blow up in Redlight's face if he managed to get ahold of them. Sage may or may not have been full of crap when he said it, but there have been eyewitness accounts that he and his friends have done things that should be impossible in a sensible world. Including yours.

    Darren

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    1. Oh. That. It is a classic technique we like to call "Talking out of one's ass." He had a tendency to do that.

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    2. Please stop encouraging the violent sociopath from experimenting with the fucking syringes.

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