It is nice to be in the company of tolerable people. For several months now, my only company was Haku-chan's pitiful Guard Dog, The Worms in the Ground, The Hallowed I woke up amongst... And Him. And the OTHER Him. Almost makes one forget that you were dead just two weeks earlier. Memory is a strange, strange thing. So easily manipulated and fooled. You know that thing the Police used to do where the lined suspects up against a wall? You want to know why it usually did not work? The idiot witnesses always assumed that the Criminal they witnessed must be amongst the crowd of look-a-likes. So they pick the one that looks most like their memory. And their memory suddenly gets "Clearer" once they pick. I do not think I have to tell you why. And so an innocent is accused. And maybe even pays the price for another person's sin. Life is unfair isn't it? All due to the power of memory and stupidity. Two things I have oodles of, bouncing around my head like so many soccer balls.
It is funny. I have been looking around at the new blogs. Ones I have never seen before. The new people with new stories and backstories. A few of my old "friends" remain. Good old Nick, Haku-chan, Konaa... I remember a time when there were all sorts of Goody Two-Shoes running around trying to stay alive. Most had to morally difficult situations, and most had to face the harsh realities of life. The sadist in my loves this stuff. The selfish sadist in me is sad. Do you know why?
I remember when Haku-chan tried to... Help me. I suppose I appreciated it internally. I was not allowed to show it though. Had to keep barking. WOOF. WOOF. WOOF. DEATH. DESTRUCTION. CARNAGE. DESPAIR. CHAOS. BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOODBLOODBLOODBLOOD... And so on. I would often leave little hints only I would get, and see if anyone else could understand them. They never did. I mean. I left one two paragraphs up. Soccer Ball. Why did I pick Soccer Ball? I had a reason. I may not talk like a pompous flowery git all of the time like some OTHERS, but I do occasionally indulge in symbolism. Symbolism that only I understand.
Oh but I know... I know... My adoring fans. I know what it is you are here for. The sick pleasure you gain from hearing about my fun. Don't deny it. You find it amusing. You laugh. You find me adorable in ways. My incompetence and inability to kill off the great HEROES like Sage and Elaine. You know I am not a threat to anyone that MATTERS, right? All those individuals I did manage to kill... They were just names weren't they? Not people. They didn't have any thoughts, any dreams, desires... They just existed for me to run over in a Killdozer or... Drop a safe on their heads. Right? They exist to be slaughtered for your entertainment, and you know I am all too happy to oblige. But OF COURSE, you need not worry about me killing your big HERO. Morningstar couldn't even kill off DANTE. Conveniently ignoring the times I massacred individuals who are every bit as competent and well trained as Lainey was. So how did Elaine and Nick and Valerie and Michelle escape AND defeat me? I do not know. Luck maybe?
What am I saying. Why am I asking it. Why am I talking like this. I do not know. Blogs are a release, right? You are supposed to post your feelings and thoughts here. And I am doing so.
So what do you want. Recent events? OK. How about this one. Redlight tried to Hallow Joseph. It took David, Nightscream and yours truly to talk him out of it. Given the power of our collective silver tongues, it should unnerve you a bit when I tell you we only BARELY convinced him not to do it. Let me reiterate. Redlight is Smarter than me, he is stronger than me, he can end my life at any time from anywhere, and he is FAR more unstable than me. If you think that sounds like a scary person to meet, imagine working for him. I have this new little Red Ruby Ring. Red Stone set in a black band adorned with images of what I THINK are leaves. I hate this goddamn thing but I can't get rid of it.
Probably going to deal with the recruitment crap later this week or early next. I am not looking forward to the next batch of people they send me. I feel so depressed. You would think I would be happier having come back to life, but no. I just can't shake the feeling of unease and unhappiness. Any advice would be welcome. I might even give you quick deaths if you give good advice. Haha. Ha.