Sunday, 31 August 2014

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.

16 comments:

  1. The sky is fucking blue and the grass is fucking green. You know all that, we all know that. So why are you posting it? Are you considering going rogue, or what?

    Be my guest, if so. But if there's one thing considered more disposable than a proxy, it's a runner.

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    1. Oh, excuse me for wanting to vent on my fucking blog, I mean, what was I thinking?

      I'm not gonna go rogue, as much as there's such a big chance of me dying as a proxy, there's even more bigger chances of me dying as a runner, that shit's fucking obvious.

      Not that I'm afraid of death, but living is awesome too.

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    2. You can do all the venting you damn well please on your blog. But they're gonna see it, aren't they?

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    3. Cut the pseudo-philosophy, you tart. You only wanna know if he's going rogue or not cuz you want him to smash your back doors in. Slag.

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    4. I never hinted at anything of the sort. I think you are projecting your own fears.

      Also, "tart", that's a new one, and a fucking strange one. What do you think I am; a woman in Victorian London showing her ankles or some shit?

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    5. Tart. Slag. Bitch. Ho. There are a lot of words that convey the impression everyone gets from you. Those are just a select fuckin few. :) :) :) :) :)

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    6. I never lost any sleep over your opinion, Raz, and I'm not about to start.

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  2. ONE OF US
    ONE OF US
    ONE OF US

    No, I'm just kidding. Being a Timberwolf is the fuckin pits. They pretend to have a code of honour, a load of rules you have to go through and sign and take a blood oath and stuff. But I've never really seen them enforced unless it inconveniences the higher ups. Viva la fucking revolucion. Or not. I recommend not. Stay where you are and fuckng waste away.

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    1. Yeah, I don't make it my habit to take advice from a guy, who believes that the term "To Save Someone" is have them shot in the back three times.

      Also, I'm have a shit eating grin right now, wanna know why? Cause I was right. You were fucking jealous, this is fucking hilarious.

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    2. I'm not jealous. You's a sane man, you probably wore the school uniform, and no sane man touches a tart.

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    3. You did, so you're not smart.

      I mean, we established that a while ago, but it's nice to see you admitting your own stupidity.

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    4. It's nice that we both agree she is a slut.

      And no, I haven't fucked her. I'm a sane man. Sorry.

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    5. I'm sorry about what happened to Cyn and Liane. I'm sorry if you feel you don't have anywhere else to turn to.

      Actually, you know what? Fuck it. It's not like you ever cared about anyone else's suffering. You aren't a sane man. You're an angry, desperate piece of shit.

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    6. Fuck off bitch!!! At least my head isn't in buried in some fucking shit talking loudmouth emo pussy's lap. You know he doesn't give a shit, right? You know he just wants to get to me. Yet me, someone who rescued you, who once actually fuckin cared, and you won't give me the time of fuckin day. He and that Lovett are proxies, why you always sticking like a fucking magnet to people who don't care about you and never fucking will?

      You really think I'm in the mood for this bullshit? I'm not. That's a new fuckin low right there. I wish I hadn't saved you, should have just let you get torn apart by denizens. I hope Kyrylo finds you and destroys you in every bloody way possible.

      Because you are a bitch. Die. I don't give a fuck. I put my arse on the line for you, you repay me with insults and I'm so fucking done with it.

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    7. I have never overtly favoured Malik over you when you've been arguing.

      But I might start to, and I'll tell you why: one of you tried to fucking kill me and the other one tolerated my presence in his home.

      Being attacked and almost being murdered is very fresh in my mind and it's not fading anytime soon. You might have the privilege of deluding yourself it never happened. But I do not.

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