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.