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.