Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Moving

Welp, apparently, my dear ol' team of cowards have voted to move to a different base.

These idiots still think they will be able to get out of the country, their amazing plan is to keep moving non-stop and keep gathering any finances they can, to get all of us the fuck out of UK.

Never mind the fact that you are spending the funds you already have by moving non-stop, so you're basically entrapping yourself in a non-stop loop of endless fund gathering, but hey, this is a team, a club, leadership decisions are voted upon, not made by one person.

I of course can still let them know that it is a completely idiotic decision, but then again, it's a stupid decision to still believe that you will be able to flee the country with the amount of pressure that is currently falling on top of proxies.

Apparently, they got scared of the denizens, despite the fact that we had zero casualties during that shitty attempt of an attack. I told them not to be afraid of them, that they wouldn't attack us again, but they didn't want to take the risk, I was also called crazy for wanting to stay put.

Been a lot of that going around lately actually, people calling my insane or crazy, simply because I chose to move on from my past life and someone else didn't. Oh well, in that case, I guess I am insane, who would have figured.

Been a lot of going on not only on the blog websites, some team members have noticeably started to question my sanity as well after I stabbed that one guy's hand. Despite the fact that he could have startled the denizen's retreat and make them start attacking us in panic. I mean, sure, the reason I stabbed him is because I didn't want him to kill Malik, but I was also thinking of our own safety.

Oh, some of you also took note of the Azoth coat, yeah, all a result of that syringe I stabbed myself with on the behalf of the higher ups, they must have known that this would happen and as a result wanted me to work for them, by using this as my weapon. Too bad for them, I'm not working for them anymore, which is honestly their own fault.

Oh well.