tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3980238738022056472024-03-19T02:51:34.957-07:00The Path to RevelationpRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-18221444108196621702012-02-01T14:02:00.000-08:002012-02-01T13:28:20.219-08:00"Time is nothing to HIM"<div><span><div><a href="http://theslendergangsta.blogspot.com/2012/02/ive-been-too-long-im-glad-to-be-back.html">Blacklight is dead.</a> None of this was necessary after all. I do not see the point of it. I just... do not see it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why follow him here? Ridley and the others could have taken him, should have been able to take him. And yet...</div><div><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto"></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto"></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "></p><p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">The Players<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Dr. Balthasar von Abendroth<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Julia "Arpeggio" Anderson<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Marcus "Cadence" Anderson<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Glorianna "Glory" Chapman<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Ridley Chapman<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Alejandro "Iscariot" Coronado<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Benjamin Cross - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Ambrose Cutler<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">James "Legacy" Donwald - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Justin "Sullivan" Drake aka "Blacklight" - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Roosevelt "Othello" Gordon - unimportant to final affairs<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Roger Hazendorf<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Olivia "Scarlet" Masters - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Brianna Norwood - unimportant to final affairs<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Tyler Reese - unimportant to final affairs<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Mark "Zeon" Rider - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Justin Ross - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Madison Ross - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Giuliano Salieri - ________<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Jacob "Roulette" Smith - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Jonathon "Lucifer" Sprint - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Matthew Striker - unimportant to final affairs<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">James "Gatsby" Turner - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#1F1F1F">Osbourne "PRIEST" Wilson - deceased<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p></div><div><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Something is wrong.</span></span></div><div>I think it is Time. After so long, it is finally time.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>See you all next time.</div><div>~Regards</div></span></div>pRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-29098600701613791532012-01-27T14:29:00.000-08:002012-01-30T08:31:39.342-08:00Five O'ClockWe are in Ridley's town presently.<br /><br />The trail we were following went cold about two days back, but it matters not. We know this is where he has come. I shall pay a visit to my dear old friend soon. It really has been too long since we were in touch.<br /><br />~RegardspRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-28631066616248861852012-01-15T08:05:00.000-08:002012-01-30T08:29:08.578-08:00Time is nothing to himWe caught up with the traitor today. It was a small scuffle, nothing more, but in the end we did lose him again. Unfortunate, but I believe this may be the design of fate. I have been feeling that I should meet up again with Ridley soon, and from what I can tell it is in this direction which the traitor leads us.<br /><br />For whatever reason he seeks to find my comrade, perhaps it is best that we let him do so.<br /><br />~RegardspRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-57462564290224842742012-01-09T14:44:00.000-08:002012-01-30T08:25:33.972-08:00The Swing of the PendulumThe Master granted me my wish and healed me. I am yet in great pain, but it matters not. The Master's will is the only thing that matters.<div><br /></div><div>We are going after Blacklight. I think I have an idea as to his ultimate objective now. They will be safe though. They shall not fall to the hands of a foul traitor such as this.</div><div><br /></div><div>It occurs to me that I may have been neglecting this blog concerning he purpose for which it was made. There are many things which I have neglected to speak of here. I know the purpose of my awakening now. Though it may be better to leave that to others. They come fast upon solving the riddle behind everything, and it would not do for me to reveal things when they are so close to the truth.</div><div><br /></div><div>I never did get around to telling my story, did I?<br /><br />Now is as good a time as any, I suppose. I before told you all before that my memory of things is not exactly accurate and in many places, not there at all. I do, however, know that I first saw the Gentleman sometime in the 1930's. How or why I saw Him is knowledge that was lost to me many years ago. For a time, I ran. Just as many of you do now, I then believed Him to be a monster, and I was fearful for my life. The time soon came though, as it inevitably does, when I could run no longer. And so I stopped running and instead I waited. Waited for Him to come and end my existence. And so He did come. But it was not for my life as I had thought, no, He came offering salvation. I had been wrong about Him, for He was no monster, not a demon, but an angel, a servant of the Lord. He made me an offer, He wanted me to join Him and go with Him on His quest. I would aid Him in saving others, as He had saved me, and I would punish those who would not allow themselves to be saved.<br /><br />Obviously, I accepted.<br /><br />And so that is what I have done for many years. I have been, as you would call me, a proxy. I have brought many to the side of the Angel and I have punished many who would not repent. Simple work, the kind you have all seen and read of many times by now. I feel I need not go into much detail. I am fairly certain however, that I was <span style="font-style: italic; ">not</span> in Germany during World War II. At least not the first time. As time passed, I rose up the ranks, becoming one of the Angel's most elite. I was given a special assignment then, and special abilities with which to carry it out. The Master gave me a mastery over time itself. That was where my troubles began. At some point I was assigned to kill the man known as Dr. Abendroth. I was still young then, and not fully prepared for what I was to find when I met my target.<br /><br />The details of the incident are part of what was taken from me. But I can tell you that it did not go well. I do have vague flashes of remembrance from after the event itself. I was nearly dead.<br /><br />I was only really saved by being put into stasis. The Master took me to the other side, where I spent many years at a time being rejuvenated. I returned to this side every couple of years to continue doing His work, but whatever the Doctor had done to my body, it would always return and eventually it would cripple me again.<br /><br />During the last time period that I resumed operation, I came across a young man who had only recently stumbled across the Angel, and who seemed quite eager to join our side. So I was assigned to train him in our ways. He was an impulsive and not altogether sane young man, but his zeal for our cause was never lacking. I was quite proud with the way he turned out, and I have seen him continue to do quite well since I have been back.<br /><br />There is not enough Time that I should be able to tell of all the things I have done, even were I able to remember all of them. I apologize for the above being perhaps not the most full account of things that I could give, but I am a very old man after all, and anyone's memory might have failed them after as much as I have been through.<br /><br />Alas, all things must come to an end, and my Master has informed me that mine is nearing ever closer. For what end I have been allowed to remain in this world so long, I know not. Only that some great game has been played behind the scenes, and that in someway, my death shall allow the Master his victory. So long as it is at the appointed time. I go to it willingly, for there is no greater cause than to serve Him.<br /><br />Now, I fear I have rambled on for very long.<br /><br />~Regards<br /></div>pRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-15719707367232502102011-12-27T14:36:00.000-08:002012-01-21T14:43:32.735-08:00ChimesHe was not there.<div><br /></div><div>The traitor who calls himself Blacklight was not there when we attacked the 'knights'. Did not... become apparent, under the attack of the 'Oracle'. Nancy wanted revenge, wanted to kill him, should have been apparent he was not there. </div><div><br /></div><div>He is going to go after us now, I think. should be...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I shall entreat the Master have mercy on me and grant me a portion of His strength that I may continue to fight to the end. I have come this far, there are but a few more things that need attending...</div>pRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-67704094703834081052011-12-23T02:35:00.000-08:002012-01-21T14:36:12.311-08:00Not done yet, old man-BLpRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-38615573067414467592011-12-22T16:15:00.000-08:002012-01-21T14:33:59.933-08:00Tick TockNancy and I were able to enter the '<span >knight</span>''s hideout with minimal resistance. The organization was quite small from the beginning, never consisting of many more than about 50 people at one time, and having lost around 20 members in the Blackwelder incident, they were woefully understaffed. We sent a dozen to hell before they brought out the big guns. Scarlet was more than a little agitated at our appearing, and decided this would be a fine time to to test drive one of their abominations. <div><br /></div><div>The '<span >knights</span>' had been recently performing some unholy experiments with the Master's bl00d. Not bl00d, but there are no mortal terms with which to compare it. They injected it into four of their followers, creating a devilish looking creature. One of them chewed off half of my hand before I was able to decapitate it. So tired. Lost an eye to another and then stabbed my cane through its heart. Nancy fared slightly better, fought the other two off and only lost a finger.</div><div><br /></div><div>Getting too old for this. Only a little bit longer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Faced down Scarlet and her elite guard then. If we could have finished them off it would have been over then. Then again, I suppose it would not have mattered either way. The '<span >Guardians</span>' arrived then. Breakaway sect, or at least that is why the '<span >knights</span>' claim they hate them. In reality, the '<span >Guardians</span>' were around first; they infiltrated the '<span >knights</span>' to steal information, and may also have been responsible for misleading them to get them massacred against <span >Ridley</span>'s team. The '<span >Oracle</span>' was swift and deadly, beheading Scarlet before she even knew what had hit her. Cannot continue. The rest of the guard were down quickly enough, leaving only Nancy and myself standing.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I apologize, Iscariot. But I did have my eye on her first."</div><div><br /></div><div>I was only barely able to block his first attack, but I was less fortunate with his second. Broke my leg. Then they left. Don't know what the point of it was. Could hear police sirens outside. Nancy had to drag me onto the Path. Was not...</div><div><br /></div><div>It burned my lungs as I passed through it. Never before have I had that happen to me. I no longer feel within me the powers the I once possessed. I...</div><div><br /></div><div>The 'knights' are no more. There are just a few more tasks left for me to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nearly the end.</div>pRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-82421452729795314832011-12-15T11:49:00.000-08:002011-12-15T11:49:00.348-08:00RevolutionsI was following another one of those '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knights</span>' through the city earlier this week when I took notice that someone else in the crowd appeared to also be trying to keep up with my target. A young woman, about 20 I would guess. Light dark skin, black hair cut above the shoulders, brown eyes, scar down the right side of her face. She was small, no more than 5 feet; skinny, but slightly muscular. A handgun and hunting knife were concealed beneath her jacket. She was a decent enough stalker, though she never did seem to notice me during our nice little stroll. I dropped back, deciding I would allow her to continue tracking the primary target, while I cut him off at his destination. By this time, I have become quite familiar with the places my enemies' frequent in this city.<br /><br />By the time I arrived, it seemed they had started the party without me. They had not even bothered going all the way to their final destination, choosing instead to get things rolling in a nearby alley. I have not been as quick as I was, not since one of their people put a railroad spike through my leg. The '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knight</span>' was kneeling on the ground, his right hand grasping the girl's left, attempting to keep her hunting knife away from him. His left hand was beneath the heel of the girl's boot. His weapon, a sort of knife I am unfamiliar with, was lying a few yards off next to some garbage. The girl was indeed strong, but the '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knight</span>' was soon able to throw her off and make for his blade. I decided it was time I intervene. The city, being crowded as it was, did not lend itself well to use of firearms. To many people to hear. Thus I choose a different weapon for this occasion. The 'knight' grabbed his blade. My cane broke his hand.<br /><br />The '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knight</span>' screamed and swung at me, striking my bad leg. Pain shot through my body, but I did not allow my enemy a moment's respite, swinging my cane up and into his jaw. The girl there suddenly and jumped on the '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knight</span>', pushing her knife to his throat. She demanded he tell her the location of one called '<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Blacklight</span>'. How unoriginal. The '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knight</span>' would not speak. I bade the girl to let my try my hand at getting some information out of him. I pressed my fingers to the '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knight</span>''s temples and felt his memories flow into my mind, not too freely, but whatever mental shield he had was not keeping me out very well. I sifted through his mind and found the location of the boss, which I then disclosed to the girl.<br /><br />I stood, intending to be on my way then, having obtained what information I needed as well. Behind me, I heard the sound of the '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knight</span>''s throat being slit and soon felt the unmistakeable tingle that told me there was a loaded gun being pointed at the back of my skull. The girl was obviously not so worried about someone hearing. She demanded information. So we chatted a while. As it happens, she is also a servant of my Master. This 'Blacklight' person was a member of her team for some time before he betrayed them to the 'knights'. Intrigued, and eager to learn any helpful information about my foe, I inquired further and discovered the identity of her team.<br /><br />For those of you following Ridley, you will know her as the one he called Death's Head. She is actually a rather nice young lady, if a tad bit... jumpy. She had gotten separated from Legacy's squad while they were in that place, after Sullivan/Blacklight's initial attack threw everything into chaos. She managed to escape, coming out about 400 miles away and five or six days before Ridley and the others did. After learning of what had taken place, and finding that a good number of these '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">knights</span>' were still free, she went after them, hoping to kill Blacklight for having killed Legacy. And so that brings us to now. Almost.<br /><br />I have set this post to not go up until after we have made it into their hideout. My dear Scarlet, I do hope you will not mind us dropping in unannounced.<br /><br />~RegardspRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-29754129337589151052011-12-09T06:49:00.000-08:002011-12-09T07:12:18.409-08:00Yes, it still bleedsIt has not been too terribly long...<br /><br />Has it?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWwuJZW63kOE64HwaGjWvF-zK-9PXwaJKkAMm3ZbODR-CK_EXRoyRqwN0x1Y2LJJ2DrYilNAFOkDy2UabZgsBZwyRjCAZzVIQHKzxh6jEkztarne63XrQkVmm1nmeJL0bd36rVlKUO4E/s1600/SlenderClock.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWwuJZW63kOE64HwaGjWvF-zK-9PXwaJKkAMm3ZbODR-CK_EXRoyRqwN0x1Y2LJJ2DrYilNAFOkDy2UabZgsBZwyRjCAZzVIQHKzxh6jEkztarne63XrQkVmm1nmeJL0bd36rVlKUO4E/s320/SlenderClock.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684146550612080674" border="0" /></a>pRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-12377662091525996802011-12-08T11:10:00.000-08:002012-02-01T10:47:22.327-08:00Re: Knights<span style="font-size:130%;">Bleeding...</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">ssh<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>uld be deadyet<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />y<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>u <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">DAMN</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">r3dlight</span> wannabe. did y<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>u like that? i h<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>pe y<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>u did, i wr<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>te it myself, just especially f<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>r y<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">0</span>u<br /><br />It appears that Ridley has <span >o</span>beyed my instructions and sent the lady to train with Dr. Abendroth. Good. Everything needs to be kept quite shipshape and orderly; too many people going their own way and there would be too many variables in the equation. There are too many variables in the equation as it is, but not so many yet that we are unable to keep the situation under control. Everything is moving along smoothly. I would very much like to keep it that way.<br /><br />Ridley, you just keep doing what you are doing. 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Or was it madness that made me believe she ever existed in the first place? I freed myself from their manipulations, so then it must be my own mind that is working against me now. It was inevitable, I suppose. No mortal can long control such knowledge as I have come to possess and old age has not made it any easier. Perhaps I was even wrong about them, perhaps it was all in my head to begin with.<br /><br />No, that is not true.<br /><br />However, it is too late. These fools do not realize that what they worship is only a servant Itself, and not the Master. Not the true Master. They must be punished for their blasphemy.<br /><br />I killed seven of them the other day. And then I killed Dolly. That is to say, I killed the idea. Oh, they were right. I am quite mad. Praise be to the Lord and to his Dark Angel. Them I shall continue to serve until my last breath.<br /><br />The madness has begun, time runs short. <span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small; ">The END</span> is near, my children.pRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398023873802205647.post-62741000600531787622011-09-01T10:18:00.001-07:002012-01-18T16:36:51.727-08:00And I saw a new Heaven and a new EarthI have been gone for awhile, <a href="http://timebleedsarchangel.blogspot.com/">haven't I</a>? I do apologize, my children.<br /><br />However, in that time I have done some thinking. Pondering. It has been rather quiet here. I have had my duties, as always, but for the most part it has been rather quiet. As these things go, of course. My mind was tampered with. How much of what happened was indeed my own fault I cannot say. How much of what I said even actually happened, I cannot say. The runners were there, that much is certain, for the girl remains with Ridley. Dolly is still here with me, though it seems her memories were also tampered with. Lucifer has returned from the dead, it seems. Or was he even dead to begin with? Everything about the Princess remains true, you have Miss Fiona's own blog for proof of that.<br /><br />I am still here in Maine, though I have traveled some using the Path. I believe I had found something out. It was this 'PRIEST' fellow that has been... following Ridley lately. He or it gave me a clue when they left those last two posts over on the old blog. Some people had been stalking me. How amusing. So we decided to follow them back and learn what we could. My memory fails me here. I remember things from the last month and a half, such as the events described over on Miss Fiona's blog. However, much of the rest of the time I find unaccounted. Upon inquiry, others have commented on my whereabouts during these times, yet I do not recall such things.<br /><br />Some new power, I fear, has begun manipulating me. Or perhaps more likely, it is the same power which has been doing this from the start. Master has not been around, I must meet with Him as soon as possible.<br /><br />Until I return, my children.<br /><br />~RegardspRIESThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251171993461166310noreply@blogger.com0