Nice Try

Trying to shut down this blog? Nah buddy, ain't happening, you don't have the access to that sort of shit. I'd shut it down, but I have no other means of contact with you, I want you to see I'm coming, I want you to know that I'm approaching. I'm not even going to address your pathetic post, actually no, I will, that last bit where you threaten me back by saying that they are looking for me.

Good one, remember the claw marks in my room? The broken iron grating on the windows? The piles of dead TimberWolf bodies in that bar? You never stopped to think and connect the dots did you? That's your problem, you overlook a lot of things these days, what happened? Guilt eating you up? Too bad, it sure as hell ain't going to help you.

I don't care if you shift or share the blame, all I care about is tracking down every single fucker who is responsible for her death and that doesn't mean only you, it also means those boys who carried out the deed and then the big cheese himself.

Sadly for you, the body count begins with you, so you better prepare, cause I just made my move.

And I'll keep making those moves.

I'm Sorry

Malik, I know you're not going to accept this apology, God knows I don't deserve to be forgiven, but at least let me explain and understand from my perspective.

If I could, I would have prevented the moment when she was taken away from us, if I had that choice, I would have taken it. For fuck's sake, you guys felt like my family, a feeling I didn't have for a very long time.

I tried to prevent this from happening, but after your little Gramophone fiasco and after Alesa voiced her clear dislike and disgust for our organization. They wanted to remove her, in order for you to finally be convinced to work for them, it was their plans, their schemes and I had to make a choice. Either I sacrifice one friend for the life of the other, or they kill both of you.

So yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for constantly being caught up between those choices which are out of my control. I'm sorry for you having a stick up your ass on working for them. I'm sorry your actions made Alesana write that post which ultimately brought her demise.

I'm sorry to Alesana...

You know who I'm not sorry to? You, Malik. Who the fuck are you, to blame me for everything? You're just as much to blame for this as I am, since it was your loud mouth, your actions that brought this upon her, upon me!

Oh no, let's blame Claude, like we always do, right? I thought that this moment would at least make you grow up a little, but no, I was wrong, you still have that childish mentality, you still think that you are always correct, you still think that you are the voice of the voiceless?

You know what, fuck you! You threaten me? Well, right back at you buddy.

I hope you know that they are hunting you down and once they do, I doubt they will settle for only the skin this time.

Have a fun life.

A Facade

You told me to meet you at her grave, to have a meaningful conversation, so I did.

You started telling me how I should drop it, how it is pointless to pursue revenge, how it will eat me up from the inside. I think I would have listened, I mean it makes sense, I can't kill all of them, I might as well end myself, or carry on, one of those. All of this would have made sense, all your words would make sense.....One problem.

It's kind of ridiculous to make sense of a lie, especially when it's coming from a person who is staring me dead in the eyes and is telling me this bullshit, not once flinching.

There, in the rain, I asked you, I made you swear on our friendship to tell me that you had nothing to do with it. You looked me dead in the eyes, knowing that I knew the truth you said "No".

See, that night, when she was killed, it wasn't the timberwolves that visited her, the people that visited her were the same people who beat the living shit out of me, that's right, the higher up's boys. They just walked up to her while she was on the couch, watching TV, they put the pillow over her head and released one bullet, after that they casually walked out, not before leaving the Timberwolf symbol on the wall.

But how were they able to sneak up on her you ask? I mean, breaking the door should have made some noise, right? Not when someone willingly opens it for them. That night, you weren't on a mission, you were inside the house, with her and you opened the door for them.

It was supposed to be a simple clean up mission, right? And it would have been, if only you wouldn't have forgot about the cameras installed inside all of the Proxy houses, right? But maybe you did think of that, I mean, the footage goes directly "Upstairs" so nobody can really see it, right? Well, what if I told you, that somebody, a long time ago, intercepted the frequency of the file send and had them accessed on his own laptop?

Don't look at me, Alesana was the one to do it, but on my request.

I saw you Claude, I saw you willingly opening the door for them and while you didn't carry out the deed, you were part of it, you could have saved her, but you didn't and then you proceeded to lie right into my face. You swore on our friendship and you lied, there is no friendship, not anymore.

In fact, once you read this, I'll be gone. Sleep with one eye open, cause now, I'm going to be coming after you.

You piece of shit.

Proper Funeral and Farewell

Today we finally gave her a proper funeral.

It was a quiet funeral, not many people, only a few.

I'm not going to explain on what happened with the bar, or whatever, it's none of anybody's business. Even if I wanted to explain, I'm not quite sure I would be able to, some memories are just too blurry to make out.

Claude had to go into a meeting, so I had to travel home alone, which I'm perfectly fine with, don't have to listen to him being all worried and concerned.

I think I'm going to finish with this blogging business, Alesa was the only one who was forcing me to write here, with her gone, I don't really see any purpose to continue, I don't know about Claude, but for me this is a farewell.

To nobody who cared.

Found Him

So, we've been silent for a long time.

Was busy tracking down Malik.

I don't know what happened, but when we found him, he was sitting in the pool of blood and pile of Timberwolf bodies. I don't want to talk badly about Malik or anything, but he hardly possess the ability to stand his ground against about 30 grown guys with weapons, he should have been dead.

But no, we bust into the bar and find him sitting there, naked, covered in blood, staring off into nothingness, pile of bodies surrounding him. All of the bodies have claw marks, bite marks, some limbs were torn off, it was just a mess.

We got him out of there, I called up our local "Cleaner" who was going to clean up the mess.

He hasn't said a word ever since, I've been keeping a constant eye on him ever since I brought him back to our home.

I have no idea what to do now and I have no idea what the hell happened.

What the fuck!?

Malik's room door has been ripped off it's hinges, there's claw marks all over his room and the steel window grading I installed, so that Malik wouldn't runaway and do something rash, have been bent and broken off.

His room is a total mess and I have no idea where he is. To anyone who might see him, get in contact with me, immediately.

You Need to Calm Down

Malik, listen, I know this is probably the worst time to tell you this, but you need to calm down.

Charging in blindly is not smart, it's stupid and it will end up getting you killed, we don't know who exactly took her away from us and charging at the whole pack of TimberWolves is pointless, you're only one person, they are a group.

I know you want revenge, God knows so do I, she didn't deserve it, but you have to slow down and think. Not stay locked away in your room and keep posting blind threats and nonsense.

You need to get out, you need to eat, you need to take a shower for fucks sake.

They will pay, all of them, these fuckers, they will burn, I will make the suffer, all of them, all of them, all of them...

They brought it on themselves, when Vesna Pride, they won't like it one bit, not one bit, not one bit, not one bit, not one bit........................

Got Him

We caught him.

Luckily, he didn't do anything horrible, only threatened people and steered up a fuss. Subdued him with chloroform, he is sleeping in his room now. I locked the room and nailed down the windows so he wouldn't be able to get out, he is too emotionally unstable to let him go anywhere.

I don't really owe anyone here an explanation, but seeing as Alesana became friends with some of you, I guess you would like to know.

Alesana is dead.

Me and Malik were on a mission at the time. When we came back, we found her dead body on the couch in the living room, pillow on her head, bullet...Well, you get the picture. The symbol that was written on the wall in her blood was "XX" which I think we all know what it means.

Malik broke down, stormed out of the house in a fit of rage, tried to stop him, but he threatened me with his sword. Knowing Malik, he is very unstable when really pissed off, the fact that he could kill anyone wasn't a stretch, hence the message, I had to bring him back, before he could do anything stupid.

So now you know...

This... Fuck this.

Message

A message to all proxies in our region!

I already phoned everybody I could but just in case.

MALIK IS OUT THERE, HE IS QUITE UNSTABLE AND HE MIGHT ATTACK YOU OUT OF BLIND RAGE. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT KILL HIM, TRY AND SUBDUE HIM, IF YOU SPOT HIM REPORT IT TO ME!

Farewell Franky

Franky was transfered today.

We were notified of his transfer 3 days before. The news didn't seem to hit Claude, or Malik too hard, but I felt really sad, realizing that Franky isn't going to be around here anymore. He might have been silent all the time, however, me and him got along really well. I'm not sure how to explain this, but he always showed interest to everything around him, when Malik was drumming, he was sitting at the door, listening. When I was cooking, he was observing very carefully, of course I invited him to help me and managed to teach him how to cook. He also helped me out with my various photo shoots, mostly he would scout out interesting locations.

We threw him a little farewell party, surprisingly Malik did attend it. What was more surprising is that him and Claude didn't even argue, not once. I guess Franky did grow on all of us, I'm really happy to see that both Malik and Claude are able to put aside their differences, in order to give a warm farewell to our friend.

If you're reading this Franky, I hope you don't die and I hope that we get to see you again soon.

Good luck.

Angry Atmosphere

Hey guys, haven't been on here for a while.

So, I'm pretty sure you know what happened. Claude and Malik are constantly arguing now, not a day goes by without them yelling at each other, I'm getting worried.

Malik locked himself up in his room and refuses to leave it, occasionally getting out to go to the bathroom, or get some food. He stopped going on missions, I mean, I don't judge him for that, or anything, it's just that Claude keeps saying that if Malik doesn't do his part, the "Higher Ups" will come back for him and he just says that he doesn't care.

I don't know what happened to Malik, he never seemed to care about what he is told what to do and etc. That whole Megaphone Scene was so surprising to hear for me, it's just not like Malik to do a stunt like that. It sounded like he was trying to rally up a rebellion, or something. This is such a sudden change from him, I just don't understand.

And while I don't agree with everything he said, I do agree with one point. I don't understand people in this neighborhood. I mean, I know for a fact that a good majority of them are doing this, only so they can survive. What difference does it make if we serve or run? Sure we have the pleasure of having houses, showers, etc. But another group attack like the last one and those houses don't do anything for us.

To be honest, if it weren't for Malik's quick thinking and taking the lead, we wouldn't be able to organize ourselves for that attack, "The Higher Ups" weren't doing much to help us.

Here's the most disgusting part, we survive by killing people and I hate being a part of this organization, I would have no problem becoming a runner, but I don't want to leave my friends behind.

Didn't expect this to turn into a rant, oh well.

So, What Happened.

So, it's pretty much obvious at this point in time, that I was attacked by people sent from "The Higher Ups". I mean, it's obvious, I don't have any significant enemies, I may have pissed a lot of people off, but this wasn't a usual attack, this was a warning, this was to keep me on a leash. I mean, who else would know which Tattoo's to cut off from my arm that are very important to me? Question rises, why won't they just kill me? Because they need people like me, they need strategists, because they are sorely lacking in that regard all over the country. Now any smart person would just "get the message", they would stay quiet and do what they are told, right? Well, I guess I'm pretty stupid, because as I showed, I took my megaphone outside and started a scene.

The following statement, is exactly what I said out loud into my megaphone, to our entire neighborhood, in the middle of the night, on top of the roof of my house:

"I feel a lot better, in case any of you were wondering.

I was attacked by (-Name Redacted-)'s men, because of the thing's I've said. I didn't get in trouble, because I published a falsified post on my blog, which puts my loyalty into question. I didn't just get in trouble because I said that this organization is filled inside and outside with a parade of shameless ass kissers. I got in trouble basically because I have the balls to say things, that nobody else, in this organization has the balls to say.

It's funny to me how (Leaving their name out) can stay quiet after the death of their daughter because of a lousy infiltration plan. It's even more funnier to me that we are clearly being treated like garbage and all we do is just bend over and take it.

I can tell you now, I joined this organization, because I wanted to live longer and I can tell that the majority of you people are here because of the same reason. Yet, we're not getting that, what is supposed to be a precise organization is becoming a mess, people get disposed of left and right and WE let them do that. And they don't mind, because we are untouchable in regards to our numbers, no other organization can touch us, but that's the problem, isn't it? It's this illusion of invulnerability that makes them let their guard down and WE are the ones paying for that sense of invulnerability with our lives.

But why the fuck am I even trying, I know for a fact that everyone here is scared shitless of saying what is on their minds!"

I would have said more, but that's when Claude came back and forced me off of the roof.

What The Fuck is Your Malfunction!?

Since you don't want to open your fucking room and fucking talk, and your fucking phone is once again, fucking turned off, I'm forced to post this bullshit here, so you better fucking READ and THINK!

What you did tonight, with that little fucking megaphone, are you failing to understand that you're hurting only yourself?

If what you say is true, the fact that "The Higher Ups" have sent their men, to personally assault you, to send a message to you, etc.

Do you really think that it's smart to do what you did tonight? I doubt it's any problem for them to send their men a second time.

For once, for fucking once in your life, THINK before you DO!

You Want an Explanation?

You want to know what happened to me? Well let me tell you, using this:

Time to vent.

Found Him.

Alesana is taking care of him right now, so I'll be posting.

We found him in the forest, behind his favorite bar. He goes there when he is frustrated, usually spends two nights there, maybe less, then comes back and continues doing his work. Knowing that he usually spends his time there, we started looking there. Asked the bar man, the guards, some customers, they all claimed that they saw nothing. Me and Alesana split up, she went to look for him at the neighborhood, I went to look for him in the general area where the bar was. Didn't take me long to find him, he was in a ditch, covered up by bushes and shit.

Somebody jumped him. This wasn't the usual beating from your local bullies: knife wounds and cut off pieces of flesh? No, this isn't your usual bullying, this is something more serious.

So far he didn't say anything, he's being really silent about this whole incident. Occasionally, he spits out an insult here and there, but he's not telling us anything about the incident.

Contacted my "Higher Ups" explained the situation to them, they said that he can take a week off. That should be enough time to heal up for him.

This neighborhood is slowly going to hell.

Getting Worried

It's not unusual for Malik to just wander off, he usually goes out when hes frustrated, but he never was away for longer than two nights straight.

It's been four or five days now and he's not answering his phone, nobody from the neighborhood saw him, nothing.

I'm getting worried. Me and Claude are going to go out looking for him today, if we won't be able to find him, we will ask Franky for help, maybe one of his friends will help us find him.

I hope nothing bad happened to him.

Would it kill you to charge your fucking phone?

Malik, you dumb piece of shit.

First of; Charge your fucking phone.

Second; Inform me when you take a leave for 3 nights straight.

Third; Since your phone isn't charged, I have to put this up here in order for you to read it. Your last post didn't win you any favors with the "Higher Ups". They're pissed and they wanted to relocate your ass, I barely managed to convince them to let you stay with us. You better fucking appreciate it.

Fourth; Get your ass back here immediately, you have an assignment waiting for you.

Shit head.

Absence.

Just as we say that we didn't have any missions for a while, we instantly get a butt load of missions slammed onto our table.

Hence the absence, me and Claude were busy. Working. Doing what "They" tell us and I tell you, I'm getting tired of it.

I don't mind doing what others tell me for survival, I don't care about maintaining honor, or some other macho bullshit. I do however care, their stupid ass assignments, the kind of assignments that are poorly planned and get dozens of people killed in the process. But why should that matter to "Them"? They can replace those people with a snap of their fingers.

I know that it isn't smart to post something like this, doubting your "higher ups", especially after declining them on their offer for a promotion. Also, lets talk about that!

You see "those" people (Not naming any of them, for obvious reasons) are the kind of people who enjoy when their asses are being kissed. They surround themselves with stupid "Yes men" who will tell them everything they WANT to hear, not something they NEED to hear.

Hence, the URL. Serving for a corporation this stupid, is just for pukes and sadly, I am one of those pukes. The only reason we're in the lead of any other servant organization, is because we started early and were given the chance to build up on lands that were never taken. Now, if Timberwolves appeared first, they'd be at the top right now.

The sad fact in this entire situation, is that the majority of Proxies agree with these idiots at the top. Not because they REALLY agree with them, no, they AGREE with them, because they're either too stupid, or too scared. And that's why nothing changes around here, Proxies are still disposed of like nothing and then replaced.

This frustration is coming from a guy, who doesn't care about this organization. Oh wait, I do care, because I am one of those Proxies that might die of their stupid decisions!

Fuck this.

Explaining a few things.

A few posts ago, Malik and everyone else found out that I was actually in charge of an entire sector of proxies here in UK. It's not the highest "promotion", but it still makes you in charge of the majority of peoples lives and it basically means that you can never leave the place you are assigned to, only for short periods of time.

I didn't want to be promoted, but that was a choice I had to make and it wasn't a "Life or Death" kind of choice, it was more of a sacrifice. Me and my dear friend have been serving as Proxies for a good amount of time, we practically began at the same time. As time went on, our rank status grew, missions became harder, but one thing never changed, me and my friend were always working together.

Until one day. Me and my Friend were summoned by "The Higher Ups", they told us that one of us was about to be promoted, the reason why they called both of us, was because they themselves couldn't choose which of us they should promote, so they decided to let us choose. Getting promoted doesn't sound as good as you think it is, it basically means that you practically never have any time to catch up with your friends, no time for any personal life situations (Not even little ones, like calling your loved ones.) and it means that you will be practically imprisoned to the place you are assigned to, and the missions will keep getting harder and harder, etc...

Knowing my friend, she was full of life, she enjoyed meeting new people, enjoyed traveling, this promotion would be hell for her. So I volunteered, she volunteered as well for the same reason I did, but in the end, I was chosen. After I was promoted, my friend was sent off on a different mission, to a completely different country and we don't have any means to communicate, so I have no idea where she is, or if she's still alive for that matter.

I've been here for nine years now, only occasionally leaving this place, to visit some of my friends. The reason I kept my position a secret from everyone else, is because, all the previous people that lived with me here (until they got enough experience and got sent off to different countries), didn't talk to me like a person, they talked to me with 'respect' and shit, like I was some sort of tutor, or something. I don't like that, when I talk to people, I want for them to talk to me, without any fear, or strictness.

So yeah, the only reason I'm typing this here, is because Alesa forced me to, apparently,  I wasn't posting enough on this blog.

Quiet.

After the TimberWolf invasion, it got really quiet, we don't get a lot of assignments right now, Claude and Malik have been relaxing for two weeks now, that's a rare occasion. I guess everybody is busy with cleaning up the mess the TimberWolves had made. I really don't understand why all of a sudden the TimberWolves would betray and attack us? Well, I guess, too bad for them, don't think they're going to be getting any support from Proxies, from now on.

Went to a funeral today, a proxy family was killed due to the TimberWolf attack. To my knowledge, they weren't that active assignment wise, they were like me, stayed behind and mended the wounded. They were really friendly, they would ask me to babysit their daughter whenever they would leave the house. We would always play hide and seek, she was really good at hiding, I always had a hard time finding her. It's horrible to realize that a girl full of so much life, was stripped of it, in a second. I'll miss them.

But lets move away from that subject.

Using this opportunity, I decided to take Malik, Claude and Franky out for "a night on the town". It's been a while since we went outdoors, all together, purely to have fun. Asked Claude to get Malik, he of course, refused to go anywhere, but I managed to convince him and while at first he was all grumpy, he seemed to become more active once we started bowling.

Being with Franky in public is hard, we weren't allowed inside the building until he took off his mask, but Claude managed to get us through. Now, I never played bowling in my life, so I wasn't quite sure on how to do it, however, I didn't ask for help, since I wanted to learn on my own. Malik and Claude were being competitive as always and both of them bowled pretty well, surprisingly for me, Franky was really good at bowling.

Somehow Franky noticed that I was having trouble keeping up with the score, so he came over to me and taught me on how to bowl properly (Without saying a word, of course). After his lessons, I managed to catch up with the score. In the end, Claude won, with Malik coming in second, Franky coming in third and me coming in fourth. Of course, Malik started freaking out, just like he always does when he loses to Claude, which is quite funny and adorable. But as a result of that short tantrum, we got kicked out.

It was a time well spent, I hope we get to do more of that sort of stuff in the future, although, somehow, I doubt it.

Fuck dat.

Calling me in, in the middle of the day, telling me that they want me to be in charge of a small squad and shit. Told them where to stick it, get this, they threatened to kill me, funny bunch of guys. Told them they can kill me right there and then, they'd be doing me a favor, nope, didn't kill me.

So as you can tell, I refused the "promotion" I don't need it, nor do I want it. What I really want, is to be left alone, but that ain't happening any time soon.

I mean,what kind of idiot wants more work piled up on them? Definitely not me, I'd rather sit in my chair and play Claude's PS1 all day. However, I think it's time to fucking upgrade and get a PS3, or at least a 2, playing the same games over and over gets tiring.

So yeah, if you're looking for me, I'm in the living room.

Malik is being taken seriously for once.

Today, as Malik calls them, 'The Higher Ups" contacted me, because they wanted to talk to Malik in person. They were very pleased with his ability to keep a cool head in the middle of a shit storm, not to mention, coming up with a plan, which saved a big amount of lives. I guess they called him in, in order to discuss his "promotion".

Can't say I'm happy for him, since, this is the kind of work, where you don't want to be promoted, oh well.

The reason for our prolonged silence, is because we've all been busy mending the wounded.

Alesana asked me to update the blog, so yeah.

Wave 3: Too many bodies.

The "Higher Ups" are finally on the scene, but they are not here as back up, it's a bit too late for that, now they're here as clean up, they're cleaning up all the bodies in our neighborhood.

Alright, so the next wave of these assholes was not strategy, they just sent as many of Timbers into our neighborhood as they could, equipped with any weapon you can imagine, some even bare-handed. Bottom line, it was like a small army was advancing right onto us, we were outnumbered by a lot and even with snipers supporting us from a distance, there is no way they would be able to take down every single one of those fucks.

Good thing I had a plan for a situation if we would need reinforcements, this is where my card came out of my sleeve, that card was Franky. See, none of you know that Franky can access The Path, however, since it was blocked out from the inside, we had to bring The Path to us, how would we go about doing that? Well, by calling for help it's creatures, The Denizens. That's right, somehow Franky is buddy, buddy with them, seriously, these guys protect Franky like he is the fucking president or something. I don't know how he manages to control them, or whatever, but that wasn't important, what was important is that we asked him to call upon them, as he did, these creatures started crawling out from everywhere, the sewers, our roofs, our floor, the ground, everywhere you can think of.

Now it was fair, these creatures, with no hesitation, jumped in for an attack, some of them got blown out of the air, others made past the fire, seeing those things work, they immediately go for the throat with their sharp teeth, those things are fucking freaky looking, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want a pet like that.

Our Gunners were opening fire on Timbers and if they came anywhere close to the houses, the close combatants were there to chop their hands off. Not to mention,we got extra assistance from the snipers, as a result, we lost 16 people, but we were able to repel them, the entire neighborhood was filled with corpses.

Also, fun little note, the Denizens seem to be self cleaning, since their bodies disappear into thin air once they die.

After a few hours, "The Higher Ups" came down to our neighborhood and started cleaning shit up, they told us that we did a good job and that we don't have to worry anymore, apparently the wave of Timbers are suddenly going in a different direction, weather they are re-grouping, or if they are retreating is unknown to me. But quite frankly I don't care, all I needed to know is that they ain't coming over here anymore and if they do, we are prepared.

Wave #2 Unseen Enemies.

And I wondered why they took so fucking long to initiate their second attack.

Snipers, they were waiting for their best snipers to arrive on the scene. Killed five people, 2 gunners, 3 close combatants, killed a little girl, she wasn't officially a proxy, her family was, they just brought her with them so they could keep taking care of her. So much for the pure Timberwolf bullshit, actually, that's a fun topic, hey Rasmus (Stupid ass name, just as bad as the fucking band), you keep spewing crap that we proxies are the lowest scum in this world, that we have rapists in our ranks, that we sacrifice people and shit. You think you're any different? How about September 15th, 2012? You know, the slaughter at the orphanage, all children and nuns were brutally murdered, cause one runner was hiding amongst them, the runner managed to take one of the attackers out, guess what the attacker had on his clothing? "XX". Or how about more recent? June 5th, 2014: 5 bodies found in a ditch, 2 men, 3 women, all 3 women's clothes were ripped up and they had traces of semen found in their bodies, the men had a "XX" symbol carved into them. Not to mention, the DNA of semen was tracked back to some of your men, who's names are: Christian Harrison, Daniel Tyler, Jason Hoodwicks. But of course they never got into any trouble, since our friendly police covers everything up, you know, part of being in an alliance. And that's not even touching the tip of the iceberg, not to mention, to top all of that off, you guys are fucking hypocrites. You get pissy, that we get friendly with runners, yet, this Assmus guy is getting friendly with another runner at that very same time, and yet, there's nothing wrong with that? You smell that? Stinks of superiority complex and hypocrisy, nice.

But back on topic. There were 5 snipers, how do I know, I counted the muzzle flash's coming from different directions. They were stationed far away, while they were taking pot shots at us, their ground troops were advancing into the neighborhood, their strategy was that while our gunners had to shoot their ground troops, their snipers would take out our gunners, they managed to take out two of our gunners, without those gunners, three close combatants that were staying in that house, were killed by their ground troops. They probably would have killed more, if we weren't prepared for that shit. You think that while you were waiting for your snipers, we were sitting on our asses? Hell no, Claude contacted his friends, not proxies, proxies all over London are too busy fending off their areas, nah, he called his motorcycle club members that were in UK. These guys are no ordinary motorcycle gang, they are also gun smugglers, I told Claude where I saw The Muzzle Flash coming from, he contacted them and told them the locations, now all we had to do was wait for them to get on the scene of those snipers, so in order to distract those snipers long enough, we set up Projector Lights (You know, the ones they use in theaters as a spotlight source) had six of those, left over from when I used to be in a band, as your own independent band, you are responsible for setting up your own atmosphere at a gig, so me and my ex-band mates bought those Projector Lights, after we disbanded, I took the lights for myself. Those things were set up on our balconies, all we had to do, was aim them at the source of the muzzle flash, so we did, we didn't see the snipers, however, judging by their shitty ass shooting, it worked. Didn't take them long to figure out to take out the light source, but that's fine, we needed something to distract them long enough so the gunners would be able to take down their ground troops. Once all the lights were taken out, it got quiet, no more sniper shots and the ground troops were retreating once again, the bikers got to the location of the snipers, now we have our own snipers.

Come at me bro.

We Strike First, Eat It.

Never wait for someone to attack if they are expecting you to defend.

These idiots were marching through our cul-de-sac in a perfect line, idiots. What they didn't expect was us sitting in our houses, with our guns at the ready to shoot them from both directions. Some of these idiots started rushing towards those houses, but that's why people like me were ready inside the house, we were wielding close combat weaponry, like: Machetes, Axes, Swords, etc... So that if they do get close to the houses, we can easily chop their heads off.

We could also monitor them perfectly, since Alesa and a few other hackers tapped into our surveillance cameras, that the "higher ups" provided for us (I bet it was to keep an eye on us, I also bet that they will give us a shit storm once they found out that we hacked the cameras).

Once they noticed that they were losing crap load of men, I guess they decided to back off, I bet it ain't over yet though, nah, they'll come back, probably more organized, whatever, they can eat my ass.

So far my plan has worked, we have no causalities, well maybe Gabe got a bullet wound through his leg, but who really gives a shit about that prick, right?

Also, as a response to Sanna, what makes you think that I give a shit if he's your friend? If he happens to be among those fuckers, we will kill him, no questions asked. Those assholes think they're tough shit? Doesn't seem like it at all right now.

Timberpoops

Aight, so I'm pretty sure everyone is aware of a Timberwolf invasion that is going around London right now, right? They are targeting our people (Proxies), because apparently, some of us were getting really friendly with some runners and shit. The thing I most hate, is someone telling me how to act, how to talk, how to walk. I'll do whatever the fuck I want, what's the worst you can do? Torture me? I welcome it, I like pain. You gonna kill me? Please do, anything's better than living a life like this. But I'm monologuing...

Anyways, back on track, once Claude received a warning from higher ups that the Wolves were indeed invading our neighborhoods and shit, he proposed we gather all of the people in the neighborhood and take off, to which I immediately said is a stupid idea. We have crap load of weapons here, if we stay, we can use them and stand our ground, if we run, it's just a matter of time until they get their hands on our weapons and hunt us down.

Thinking about it, he agreed with me and said that all of the proxies in the region which he controlled, were to come down to our neighborhood, staying over at our houses, we set up the barricades around our houses, we weaponize (Not an actual word, but whatever) everyone: teens, women, kids, etc... And we stand our ground.

Besides, I have a card up my sleeve if we suddenly start losing.

This is why I was recruited, I'm a strategist, a good one at that and I know it.

Now we wait.

Got punched, boohoo.

Let me start off with the fact that it is absolutely hilarious that these guys just blindly fell for it.

The previous post, for those of you who are wondering was the result of my boredom, it was a lie, a joke, none of the shit that happened in it, was real, I spent about, probably 5 minutes to write up that post, why exactly a post with Sanna being involved? Well, I've been following other blogs for quite sometime and just wanted to see, if you really post something like this, do they really rush over to you to interrogate you, to me, the concept of following a lead, with no facts behind it is kind of stupid. I mean, if that's the case, than Lovett can publish a post like that and they will rush over to him immediately, what if two people at the same time published a post like that, bottom line, it's kind of stupid.

But onto the adventure, it's 1 AM, everyone's asleep except me and Claude, I was playing his playstation, trying to catch that little shit of a thief who steals dragon eggs. Assuming that it was the pizza guy, I barked at Claude to open the door.

"No, it's your favorite people!" The Rapist himself pranced inside the house, snatching Claude's beer and drinking it, accompanied by an act of littering, classy. "But thank you! I could really do with some pizza." Yeah sure, let me go ahead and put some cyanide pills in it.

Then another dude pointed a gun at Claude, yelling throughout the house:

"Everybody in the house, get to the fucking living room! Unless you want to spend the rest of tonight scraping Irishman off your carpets!"

I was already in the living room, so I didn't give a fuck, just kept trying to catch that fucking Egg Thief. Alesa and Franky joined us later on.

The dude with the gun barked at the other dude to go search our house, as if he was going to find anything. Claude looked at the guy with the gun and asked:
"So is there any reason as to why you're barging into our house, waving your gun around and most importantly, interrupting our work?"

After which the son of a bitch unplugged the fucking playstation, that fuck, I almost caught that fucking thief! 

"You seen a girl here - tall, skinny, brown hair, green eyes?"

I'm a patient gu- Nah, who am I kidding, I have no patience."You mother fuck! I finally caught that fucking thief and yo-"

But Claude interrupted me, by telling me to sit back down, which was mostly an indicator for me to shut up. After that, Claude continued to talk to the guy with the gun and by this point, since he was the one giving orders, I assume he was Vladik.
"You really think we wouldn't notice a girl running through our house?"

The Rapist interfered:"Ever heard of a girl called Sanna? Don't bullshit, or I'll do to you what I've always wanted to do to that titwank dragon egg thief."

"Yes we have, so what you're implying is that she was here, care to provide some proof?" By this point, Claude didn't know I made the post, all he knew about, was that Alesa proposed to help her.

I tried to sustain my laugh at this stupidity.

The Rapist noticed me and turned to me, to ask:"Your blog post? Care to explain that?"

"What, my post? That thing I spent about 3 minutes on? Dude, that was just a joke, wanted to see if you psychos were really as nutty as you are."

Come to think of it, I wish he would have tried, we never seen Franky without his mask before.

The Rapist looked at Franky and came up with this brilliant deduction! (Sarcasm)
"It's a just a random boy." No shit.

Then, I guess he tried to insult me or some shit? I think it went something among those lines.

"What's this shit about testing us? I don't know what's sadder - your betrayal of proxies, or your made-up shit about impressing a girl with your so-called drumming skills." Betrayal? I didn't betray anyone, if you want to say otherwise, provide some proof please. What's that? You have none? Well, I guess you're going to have to shove your accusations up your ass.

To which I replied, something like this:"Funny hearing that coming from a guy who spends the majority of his time chasing a little girl, who would instantly trust a post from a guy he never met only because it mentioned the before mentioned girl, whose only way of getting laid is by rape and who raped a little girl only because he was too afraid of a woman laughing at how little his junk in the trunk really is." Truly, I was the one who was pathetic in that group.

"I can get laid without coercion. But sometimes you get high and you're with friends and you're interrogating a man; shit happens that you can't control. And at least I actually get laid, rather than make shit up. Why the hell would you do that?"

Have you looked in a mirror recently? Who in their mother would like to go out with a freak of nature like you? Let alone, willingly get into the same bed. Did I write anywhere in that post that I got laid? Nope, if I gave a damn about shit like that, I'd be a completely different person, which, thank God, I'm not."If dashing here at the speed of light, just because some dude, made a post about a girl being here, even though you had no other basis on coming here, isn't enough to prove how pathetic you are, then I don't know what is." 

"We follow leads; your post was a lead. It's that simple. I see two possibilities - either she wasn't here and you really are that sad, or she was here and you're protecting her by lying. Hard to say which is more bizarre for you. Want to enlighten us on that?"

Look at this bitch, acting like he knows how I will act and shit "Which is more bizarre for you..." bullshit.

At this point I sat back down into my chair, I mean, I didn't have to argue with him any more, I already humiliated them enough. And apparently Claude was getting to the point where he was getting bored, cause after I sat down he got up and said that it's time for them to leave.

And then I got punched by Kyrylo, pretty hard, made me flip over the chair along with me, I will admit, the punch was hard, busted my lip, I guess it's true what they say: "If you have strength, you don't need a lot of mind."

Alesa ran over to me to help me up, Claude got into Vladik's face and dropped a bomb shell which none of us knew:"Alright, that's it, get your men and get out. This mission you're on, is not our priority, in fact, it's not even in the top list of the agencies priorities, this is your own personal agenda that you're in and some Proxies are helping you along for whatever reason. So get out, before I report you to the higher ups for screwing around with my people, for invading a sector of London that I'm in charge of and interrupting our work."

He was in charge of this entire sector, that means that a bunch of proxies that are located in this neighborhood and beyond, he is in charge.

The Rapist was abut to have a go at me again, didn't give a shit, let him. However, he was interrupted by his boss.
"When I catch you alone, I'm going to beat you into a limy smoothie. You'll regret the day you thought that girl was even possibly worth defending." Didn't defend anyone, she wasn't even here, once again, proof please.

Look at this bitch acting tough, if only you knew how many times I've been threatened before, oh if only I gave a damn about your threats.
"It's assholes like you that make me laugh the most, act as if you're tough shit, but can easily be outsmarted, if you think you're scaring me, guess again."

"I'm pretty sure you harbored a girl who has dangerous information. Information that threatens us proxies. Us. I can't prove it. But you keep up this path, you'll be in deep, deep shit. You want to waste you and your friends lives on a girl you don't even like, fine by me. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Oh, if only I gave at least the slightest damn about other proxies, nope, 0% fucks given, they can all go die for all I care.

And that was the pleasant visit we got, I will appreciate it if we never get another one of those, simply cause Kyrylo stinks like shit, take a shower dude.

We're helping Sanna, yup.

Since we are located in the same god damn city, our dear Alesana decided to show off the goodness of her heart, by letting Sanna crash at our place for the night. Me saying that it's a brain dead idea and asking for Claude to back me up on this, he said that he didn't mind. So they agreed to help her out and they started thinking on some ways of doing so without exposing ourselves as traitors. They suck at planning, this is the reason why I was assigned to this team, I' the fucking architect here, so I had to come up with a good plan, otherwise we'd be dead.

So, since Franky never takes off his mask, nor does he ever talk, I decided to dress Sanna up as Franky for the day. However, there was another problem, Sanna was being tracked, we had to somehow get her to our house without the trackers seeing it, no problem... What, thought I was gonna reveal how we pulled that off? Nope, we just did it, deal with it.

So she was now in our house, with her trackers having no idea where she was for now. When she came over, I still didn't like the idea, why are we risking our lives for hers? Cause Alesana is nice and Claude is too damn lazy to do anything about it.

"Welp, she's here." I said, seeing Sanna in our kitchen.

Claude was right behind me getting a drink "Welcome."

"Hiya... and thanks for putting your arses on the line..." (WHY!?)

And just at that moment Alesana fell down the stairs with a bag full of supplies, ready for Sanna. Claude, went to help her up, as he passes Sanna, he hands her a can of Sprite. After drinking the drink, Sanna walked over to Alesa:

"Hi there. You alright?"

She then looked over her shoulder to look at me, I was not dropping my sight from her, this is a god damn enemy, trained by a soldier and for some reason we were helping her!
Alesana got up, introduced herself to Sanna and anded her the bag, saying what it's for.

We had to get this plan over with fast, the trackers must have already decided to check out our place and yet they were standing there chatting and shit, great fucking idea!

"We're gonna need you to dress up in this." I threw her Franky's clothing.

"Then I'm gonna need you to stop staring at me like that when I do, unless you plan to throw money at me." And people wonder, why I hate socializing.

Great, I had to explain everything to her, I hate going over my plans a thousand times.

"Your 'fans' are probably on their way here, so we need you to change into Franky's clothing, so they don't know that you are here. You'll spend only a day with us, so you have only a day to sleep, drink, eat, fart, and so on. In the middle of the night, you will leave."

After that I went to the Living Room, Alesana was showing her where to change.

After she changed , she came down to the living room and placed her Colt and two combat knives on the table, along with a few pennies and a bag of toiletries, plus her laptop and an illustrated copy of the book Dracula, and an iPod, then her iPhone.

"That's all I got to show for it; I feel bad you're doing this for free, so take what you want."

Yeah, like we needed any of that crap, not to mention, it was rather stupid to place all of that stuff on the table, like Claude said:

"It'd be a good idea to put that stuff away, since your friend might be watching." 

She joined us, as me and Claude were playing Crash Team Racing on his playstation, if there's one thing Claude is good at, it's video games, that fucker know it too.

"I fucking hate the castle level..."

To which he laughed "If you know how to do the extra boosts, after you land, you can clear any level just easily!"

"So where are you all from? I'm from Cheshire." That was an "out of nowhere" question.

"Ireland, Bray."

"I'm from New York."

At this point I was getting rather annoyed, cause Claude just shoved my kart off the fucking map, oh and just in case, if it wasn't clear, I was born and raised in London.

"So if you went to a high school in England, you must be from like a posh family? I just went to secondary school. Crazy, wild and wonderful place."

I don't know if they were posh, just fucking control freaks.

"Hold R1 when you turn a corner, wait till the meter in the corner fills up, then press L1."

I know how to do the fucking move, I just didn't care.

Once Claude won the race, he got up, turned off the PS1 and went to his room saying that he had "Work" to do. At the same time Alesana went off cooking, so I was the only one left, which meant, I had to be the one to keep an eye on the girl, in other words, they fucking bailed on me.

"You were pretty content to watch me like a fuckin' hawk a few minutes ago."

Well excuse me of being against an idea, of bringing in an enemy.

"An idea that Alesana says you contributed to, mister."

And that's why you never trust Alesana, cause she can't keep her mouth shut. But, as I said, the only reason why I contributed, was because, if they were going to go along with this brain dead idea, might as well come up with a plan, that won't kill us.

"Sorry"

Sorry, doesn't fucking cut it. I was pretty annoyed at that point and the only way for me to calm down, is drumming, now I never drum in front of anyone, however, this was an exception, since I had to keep an eye on her, so I had to have her be in the same room. Told her to shut up and let me drum, she flipped me off, I flipped her off, she laughed for some reason, I was annoyed, whatever.

I decided to ask her, what her plan is, for when she leaves our place.

"To stay alive. Keep my friends alive. Find a way to make money. Learn to drive, maybe even have somewhere to live. Sort out everything that's wrong with my head. But from there, I don't really know."

I thought she didn't understand the question, so I elaborated.

"Murder Vladik. Murder Lyle. Beat Kyrylo until he's shitting teeth, find a way to kill him. Get a tattoo. Those things, in any order."

She wasn't kidding, that was her "plan", how the fuck did she manage to survive for so long? I will never know.

Then Alesa knocked on the door, saying that she was free now and could babysit Sanna, to which I replied, by sprinting out of the room.

I'm sure her and Alesana are having a boring, girly chat downstairs, right now.

What a Nice Team!

So here I am, following orders, creeping on some blondie, trying to scare the living hell out of her and all of a sudden, someone's hand covers my mouth, and someone's arms grab me by the shoulders and drag my ass into a nearby building.

At first I thought it was some sort of trap, but it was only my fellow Proxies, Gabe and White (Not their real names) they hated me, ever since I moved into the neighborhood, you see, I don't exactly "Respect" our Master, they say the only reason I work with them, is so that I can survive for a bit longer (Which is true). They don't like that kind of thing, so they knee me in the gut and start beating the ever lasting crap out of me.

Gladly, they didn't beat me up to the point where I lost consciousness, still, they gave me one heck of a beating. So yeah, this is the kind of shit I have to work with, they don't dare approach Claude, since he would probably knock both of them the fuck out, they can't approach Alesa, since she's mostly always inside the house, nor are they willing to approach Franky, the whole neighborhood is afraid of him anyway.

To be honest, I think they single me out, simply because I'm such an asshole, which kind of makes me smile. So I'm stuck inside the house for a while, grabbing a couple of Z's, while Claude is going to be taking over the duties for a while, since he missed a good bit of them and I had to cover for his ass.

Not the first time I got the shit kicked out of me, by fellow "co-workers", there was plenty of times before, but meh, never really gave it that much of a thought, I mean you always get bullied, some people hide, some people fight back, I just lay there, I dunno if I could beat Gabe and White if I tried, but at the end of the day, I just don't give much of a shit about it.

Sleepy time.