Fuck all of this crap

Fracture, stop sending incompetent idiots. Or maybe don't, because if you sent someone competent, one of us might actually get hurt. Still, sending rapists after a woman is cold, even for you. Don't you like to pretend you're better than that or something?

For those of you who aren't fuckface, here's how it went down. We were just about to hit the border when a couple of cops showed up out of nowhere. We weren't sure if they were there for the stolen car, just pulling us over out of boredom, or if they'd been bought, but it didn't much matter. Cops are always fucking trouble. ALWAYS.

These ones were pretty fucked up. Pigs tend to be sexist, racist pricks, but the one in particular who came up to talk right when we pulled over was the fucking worst. Rambled on and on about how women can't drive, about how I shouldn't be driving because I was a menace to everything on the road, and how I should be back in the kitchen or getting fucked.

I'll admit, I lost it. I killed that fucker right then and there. Turns out, I had good reason. His partner zapped me while I was killing him, and next thing I knew I was waking up chained to the ceiling listening to the assholes debating on whether they were allowed to rape me before they sent me in to get their money. If I hadn't managed to get free... Well, there were three of them, and they decided that they'd probably still get their money if they had their fun first.

The idiots came in one at a time, the first one planning on having his way with me, the other two investigating the silence. Those three went down fast too. No way in hell would I ever allow a rapist shithead to live. They had another woman chained to a bed in the room next to mine. I freed her before I found Sloth, and then we got the fuck out.

You act so fucking high and mighty, and yet this is the kind of scum you're willing to give your money? Fuck you. We're still alive, and we're staying that way.

Fenrir

I had a dream about a wolf.

The wolf was a monster by its very nature but that was a fact it could not accept. So it sought out people it thought could help it understand itself so it could better itself and learn to repress urges the world at large would view as bad or monstrous.

What it found was pain and betrayal. The wolf was caged. Tortured. Experimented on in the mindless pursuit of causeless knowledge. Man is always so quick to try to know what they can't truly grasp.

Its debatable if what entered that building was a foul beast or simply a wolf, but what broke out was a monster. Angry. Hungry for vengeance. Desperate to see what it considered to be justice.

And the wolf found allies. First among the morally ambiguous, then amongst those others would consider good. But for all his efforts and all he did with all his power for what he had been taught was right, his involvement only seemed to make things worse and get his friends and loved ones killed.

In the wake of possibly losing the one person left that he held dear, the wolf gave into its darker nature and fed on those that posed as a threat to her safety.

But the damage was done... she would never be okay again... and she would never be unable to see the wolf as anything but a monster again.

But at that point he didn't care anymore. When he gave in and started to feed himself in all the horrific ways he had denied himself before, she stopped being a thing he loved and started being a trinket. A trophy of his victory, not too unlike the pile of bodies he now called his bed.

The world would forever curse him and call him a monster. But he would know better. He knew that he was one of their betters. That they were lowly little humans. Men. Mortals. All of them, just animals.

But he was God and this was his right, to be strong and tower above all before him and feed on whatever he liked.

Which was everything, but the poor girl at his side.

It was quite a nightmare.

I'm a fucking action hero

Since you're reading this, we're obviously both still alive, Fracture. You failed. Again. Fuck you.

For everyone who isn't fuck face, this is how it went down. After my last post, we got a threat from Fracture saying that we'd be dead before we hit the border. So he knew we'd gone down to Mexico, good for fucking him, right? I wasn't too worried, though I kept my guard up because doing otherwise would have just been stupid.

I have to admit, I was not expecting the attack to come at a random gas station in the middle of nowhere. But it did. A group of them came at us while we'd split up to refuel and get more food and shit. I killed the three after me without too much difficulty, then I had to go save Sloth's ass. Again. He's surprisingly high maintenance for someone who's managed to survive as long as he has.

We thought that was the end of it, but then we discovered that one of them had stolen our car. Which they immediately tried to use to run us down. Cowardly shitstain. We got the hell out of the way, and the guy drove off with our car and our supplies. I stole another car and we took off, aiming at that point to get away long enough to stitch up our wounds and shit. No such luck, our old car and a couple others came tearing after us.

I outran the other two cars, but our old car was hot on our tail, so I gave Sloth the driver's seat while still tearing down the highway, swapped over, and shot out a tire on our old car. It was at this point that I realized we needed to get our shit back if we could manage it, so Sloth did a very tidy turn around and got me close to the old car. This is where shit got really intense. I darted out of the car, across the highway to our old car, while the other two cars caught up and started shooting at me. I managed to not get shot while I crossed, then used the car door from the old car to protect myself while I pulled shit out of the car. The idiots from the other cars got out to try to shoot me, while I darted back across the highway to Sloth, and we sped off leaving the idiots in the dust.

We're gonna be juuust fine. I guess your people are as stupid as you are, fuckhead.

Gotcha, motherfucker!

So we win. Sloth and I did a good job of vanishing and apparently staying out of shit, right? I'm betting you still have no idea where we are. I mean, you've been distracted with 'more important' things and being a COMPLETE FUCKING MORON about them.

Newsflash, fuckhead. Neither he nor I are traitors to anyone but you. It's kind of fucking pathetic how convinced you are that everything you're doing is exactly what the skinny bastard wants. Your selfish, revenge fueled vendetta is what's getting your people killed. Not our betrayal. That's why the Masks took our side. God your fucktarded.

Your move, bitch

Fuck All of You

Now that I am safely holed up for the moment, I have the time to give the full story here. As you may have figured out by the last post longer than a couple lines, I've been in Black Lake, where Moth and Picasso have been staying. That was completely by accident. I had no intention to show up on Fracture's doorstep, nor did I want to-it was just another random town I stopped over in one night. But I discovered that staying in town had the fantastic side effect of making both Writer and the tall fuck leave me the hell alone, so I stuck around.

I wouldn't have if I'd realized what a magnet for trouble this place is. The lucky thing is that I never wore a mask and don't have any easily identifiable scars or tattoos that would identify me to the proxies crawling all over this damn town. The downside is that I've seen some crazy damn shit during my stay there, not least of which was my conversation with Picasso, surrounded by mouse traps.

Despite all of the fucking batshit nuts crap going on in that stupid fucking town, when I heard the sounds of fighting from the roof of the hotel Picasso and Moth were staying in, I decided it would be a good idea to check it out. I'm still not sure whether that was a stupid fucking idea or the best idea I've had in a while.

I found Fracture perched on a fucking statue like a lame supervillain commanding five hollows and Sloth to attack Picasso and Moth. I... honestly wasn't sure if I was going to interfere. I mean, I like Picasso and Moth, but it wasn't my fight, and to make things worse, Sloth was involved and I didn't want to have to fight him. I like the guy, he knows how to treat a person with respect.

Fracture made the choice for me, though, commanding several of the hollows to attack me and pulling out a gun. Three hollows were easy to handle, and it was even easier once I realized that Fracture was deliberately shooting high, so he wouldn't kill anything. Cowardly fucking bitch is happy to make other people kill for him but doesn't have the stomach to do it himself.

It seemed like shit was going well when I'd dealt with the three that came at me, but then shit changed. Moth ditched Sloth and the kid hollow who'd been fighting him and went to help Picasso, leaving Sloth and the kid (Whose name I later found out was Maggot) standing alone for a moment. Fracture took the opportunity to issue a new order-ordering Maggot to run Sloth through.

At this point the battle rage makes things a bit hazy, and it doesn't help that everything went so fucking fast. I went after the kid, trying my damndest to kill it, but it, along with Fracture, got away. Picasso's yelling revealed that the hollow they'd been fighting was Duckie after all, and he bashed Moth's face in under his mask, then ran Picasso through. I went to try to help Sloth, and he instead tried to tackle Duckie off the roof.

They both ended up on the fire escape instead, Fracture picked up Duckie, and I retrieved Sloth. We detoured to my motel room just long enough to check the damage and stitch him up, then got the hell out of town.

The two of us are hidden somewhere as safe as it is difficult to find, and with any luck Sloth should be good as new in a few weeks.

You lose, Fracture. Fuck your shit.

Fuck You

Fracture, you failed. I have Sloth and he's still alive. With my help, he'll stay that way. More later when we're in a safe location.

Not a Fucking Team Player

Somebody seems to have gotten the impression that I fucking like working in a team. Again. This masked fuckwit knocked on my door without saying a fucking word. I assumed he was another hollow and attacked appropriately-which is to say at about half strength to give the motherfucker a chance to talk if he could to prove he wasn't a hollow.

He didn't say a word but he did roll his eyes at being called a zombie, which was enough to tell me he's sentient. So I stepped back and asked what he wanted. In response, the motherfucker pulled out a pen and paper! Fucking weirdo.

'Someone' told him that I might be a good ally for his attempts to take out Fracture and some random proxy attached to him. I wasn't horribly impressed by the masked bastard but if he and his friend were crazy enough to want to take Fracture down I thought they might be willing to help me take down David Banks, so I agreed to meet 'Picasso', the masked asshole's friend.

It turns out she's fucking batshit nuts, so I said my farewells and went on my way. I wish them the best of luck but I don't like their odds-or my odds of survival if I tried to help them.

You can see their side of the story over here, apparently. And I have no interest in attacking those motherfuckers. They seemed nice enough, for nutjobs