Song of the Ancients ~ Fate

I'm feeling better now. I have no explanation for that last post. At all. Maybe it happened or maybe it was a fever dream, or a demonstration of how broken my mind was after that experience. The point is, I stepped back, I had to, I was still on high alert at all times, but I needed to pull back and heal myself first. I can see in my drafts several half-started gibberish insane ramblings. Some amazing coherent, some almost wholly in other languages, and of course some were just my jumbled diffused thoughts refracting and splintering into a million crepuscular violets, and reds, and golds. Huh. That was pretty poetic, clearly I haven't done enough delving into the wasteland of our madness yet. Also, there are MORE sages!? D-didn't we all get up and collectively go: "that was dumb we're not making that mistake again". Well, I haven't looked into them myself yet. Time to do research on numerical codes~!

Good Luck

No More Chain

No more asylums. No more police stations. No more psychos babbling at me about 'The Magnificent One' like I can't guess what they're talking about. No more parents or brother hovering over me looking scared about every little thing. No more 'for you're own safety'.

Finally back home, which I rented out to some people for some extra cash during my various incarcerations.  So much to catch up on. So much to say, and do, and remember. In summation: I'm re-energized, and as fresh as could be expected.

I wanted out, and was glad to be gone, but now? Now I'm glad to be back. People to try and help stories to watch unfold. I've got shit to do. 4:15 AM, got too much energy.

Good Luck.

Was trying to get out

Didntwanttocomeback.

Notforawhile.

Worldofblackandwhiteandcrackling and shattering and the fogandthepeopleoverlapping.

Twoworldssuperimposedandsuperimpsongexistingontopofeachother.

CAN`T THINK
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Subete subete muda desu. Nanimo kawarnai! Minna shinde. minna shine! Sousousousosu darenimo kakaenai korosu da subete wa-Namae no nai.

ARGHH! Thelefthandburnswiththeneedtokill therightarmisuseless omoiga kangaega barabaraninatchaunda.

Kuso!

Sinnllos eine ermunterung.

Wiederholt.

Good Luck.

Namae no nai uta

So, it turns out if you walk out of a park bleeding, crying, dirtying, covered in blood, and shaking the cops will arrest your ass. They held for me 24 hours since they couldn't find evidence of a crime, but now I'm free and home, and won't be pulling stupid stunts for at least a week. Oh, and thank you Will, Tom, PTC and Jean. Thage, you're comments are noted and filed away but um...they were just lyrics from the titular song  'sakana' not 'sake'. Now I'm locking and barricading every entrance to the house and going to bed it's been a long day couple of days. One thing I will thank the cops for they forced me to pull myself together quite well so the 'gibbering insanity' has stopped there are still some lingering effects, but eh, I'll hit on them later for now barricading, hot bath, sleep.

Good Luck

"Namae no nai sono uta ga
boku no kokoro wo
sotto susumeru
dare nimo kikareru koto no nai
boku dake no uta"

Me no nai watashi

Thanks for the concern J-J-Je-SHEHASANAMEDAMNIT! Jean. Words aren't completely useless another reason to cling to get out of here to salvage my mind. Tried asking them nicely to just letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeout. Nothing doing. Tried threats and scare tactics, hunting them, nothing. it's showed up...no it's shadowing me been shadowing me for awhile just moving through the trees and the mist and the fogandthebloodandthefragile- FOCUS. Just watching me slip further into gibbering insanity. Using songs to keep my mind focused ustlikethatnight where they threwthemselves at me threwthemselvestotheirdeathbreakbreakbreakFRAGILEFRAGILEFRAGILE-"me no nai sake wa sumeru ahh nanimo mienai nanimo mienai no sa mashiro"-thought of another way out.
CantstopshakingandcryingandheadispoundingHELPMEpleasepleasepleasepleasefocusfocusfocusstrongerthanstrongerthanitfocusfocusfocushaveaplanhaveaplan.
Tom, he's not exactly teleporting he's popping here then popping out he just has to pop in here for a second. Even if he doesn't know he's there I will just need to know where to intercept exaCTLY.

Good Luck

Dark Woods Circus

There is a lot of fog here. Like, seriously far FAR too much fog. yeahyeahyeahyeah ISEEYOU to. There's wi-fi here maybe becuase...no not the time for speculation after. After I'm out, after I've changed the background back afterafter. Gottta..gotta..didn't get captured wanted to come here had to test something, confirm something had to get to...doesn't matter anymore, stay safe Aussie. Could use this chance to go pay everyone a visit personally, no, no, stupid. Physics work wierd here, ya know? I hit someone to steal this....this...this...thing. I know it has a name whatisitwhatisitwhatitis ithasaname! Pointless, that train of thought is pointless, calm down, calm. BACXK OFF FUCKER. Right, right, physics be fucked, hit the guy and his head kinda like...play-dough hit it, and it just collapsed then BOING back to shape...think they might be dead, didn't check. Getting out of her now, messing with my heads in wierd ways. Or maybe I won't too soon to be sure, left arm is burning head is poiunding branches are shifting and screwy and ISEEYOU. Need to get out.

Good Luck

Razzle Dazzle

"Give 'em the old hocus pocus
Bead and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?"



Only saw this movie recently. A damn shame, it's actually quite good. 


In other news, while Ava gets a hot date with our dear friend the Incompetent Fuck-up, I'm dealing with an investigative squad from a certain asylum. They haven't found this blog, nope they're searching everyone who had any access to the records in the past month. Turns out a large amount of documents have been stolen, some ripped from a computer and the all evidence of their existence destroyed. 


Said I wanted to help if I could gave them the official documents, and then I asked while they were checking the information. A little misleading, a little vagueness, out comes what they were really searching for 'hard copies of select information'. Probably those sealed documents, glad I hid them off-site.


Also a Valentine treat for all my fellows: a boring yet mildly ominous report.


"All Subjects have successfully been cured of their shared delusion. A new batch of Subjects has popped up, but they are of a less extreme case than the outgoing group. Subject/Patient ---has been a great asset in this endeavor. After my own meetings with him I have started to see the problem, His is a mighty presence, one that would be hard for children to stave off. I am no child however I can hold Him back, I'll personally handle all future Subjects, and their curing. I have thought of many ways to cure those who have seen Him. As for the current head of the Subjects, as I will be overseeing all future Subjects I don't think he'll be necessary any more. Finally, continue to watch all Subjects except Subject ----(Elizabeth) I will watch over my daughter myself.


Signed and sealed,
INFORMATION EXPUNGED"


I've called her house...her dad is gone, left a note about how he was going to his daughter, and his children, those who were left. 


Good Luck 

A God That Misses People~Romantic Fall

Won't bore you all with the exact report. Some time ago Max the guest told me all the names of the people I'd killed in November. It's been bugging me as to why. I found my answer; the names of all the extreme ward patients: the kids who shared that insanity, of being seen and seeing. Who I tried to save and failed, and then killed without even lifting a finger or believing in their salvation. 

"...always doomed to break everything, to crack, and creak but never break but watch things break."

I don't like that destiny, I refuse to accept it, I'm not in a conductive state of mind to keep people's spirits up. I will be though. Fuck that thing that's destroyed so much, we'll find a way.

Good Luck

Extend Ash-Hourai Victim

Regular Session with Subject/Patient --- #14

Doctor: About this relationship you've been forming with Elizabeth
Me: What about it?
D: I know you had contact with her last time you were here.
M: Yes
D: And you were getting along fine then, and when you first came
M: Yes
D: So what's changed?
M: Her opinion of it is changing.
D: How so?
M: She's started calling it almost fanatical names, like she's worshiping it.
D: And how are the others, and yourself reacting to this?
M: I don't like it, the others are agreeing, they think it's to be worshiped I think it needs to be killed
D: Right, right, I've let this go far enough this Tall Man isn't real He doesn't exist.
M: [Angrily] it, Doctor, it. it is not a man it is malice, and negativity given form, and if it doesn't exist then what happened to my friends?
D: [Soothingly] Yes, right, it, forgive me the others just prefer I refer to it as the Ta-that name.
M: Right, right.
D: Now then I feel we can move on
M: To what?
D: According to an incident report from a few days ago Elizabeth had cut herself and was saying some rather unpleasant things.
M: That happened.
D: You're response was, do you remember?
M: I punched her, trying to knock her out
D: And when the blood splattered on you?
M: Not my fault, she did it to herself, because of it, not my fault, couldn't be real, it's all a fake it's just paranoia, not my fault, but can't be real, fragile fragile all so damn fragile.
D: Jeffery! Focus!
M: [Startled] Huh? What? I-what?
D: Perhaps you should tell me more about this forest behind your house, just what kind of experiences have you had in there?
M: Just walks. Never saw anything that wasn't a bug. Heard them all the time, flashes from the perio-periph-peri
D: Peripheral?
M: Yeah, that. Deers, coyotes, foxes, squirrels, everything really.
D: Coyotes?
M: Or something, they were always just out of sight.
D: This didn't bother you?
M: A little, when I was younger, but they never did anything it just was.
D: Ever get lost?
M: All the time, but never for more than a few hours I always stumbled back onto the path, or something appeared and I followed and then I was out and whatever led me out was gone.
D: 'Something'? 'Whatever'?
M: Yeah, sometimes they were deer other times those dog-like things, squirrels, birds, whatever.
D: Every time you got lost?
M: If it was late.
D: And this isn't odd to you?
M: Got used to it.
D: Right.
[Nothing else important happens here 'regular session #15 however]
D: Are your fellows still-
M: Yes, they seem to think that's safer, and some are just.
D: And what are you doing?
M: Dissuading them reminding them it's all in their heads explaining it away.
D: And that's working coming from you?
M: Somewhat, it showed up and they started getting a little-
D: Yes, there was an incident report to that effect.
M: An incident report of it showing up?
D: No, of the extreme patients all gathering in one place in awe and terror except you and Elizabeth who were arguing and gesturing to empty air.
M: Where everyone seemed to agree it was standing.
D: Does it exist?
M: I don't know anymore.
D: it doesn't make sense, just forget, and see if you can get the others to as well.
M: Yeah, sure.
[Regular session #16]
D: Why aren't you as afraid of it as the others seem to be?
M: Because I hurt-I didn't-I maybe-stabbed it with an icicle. Was so mad, just killed the only people who would actually talk to me like a person, just grabbed at the first thing I could and stabbed. They were-weren't melting the mist burned and I stabbed it and one of the things the long things like a squid that were there but couldn't be that left a wound that can't exist. it lashed out, it hurt, it burned, it cut, I pulled the icicle back it's...goo or blood, or whatever flew off. Landed on my arm, on my face, on my everything, burned so bad. Felt something, something that's not real, can't be real, can't be. it hit me, or, or something or I lost my balance or, one minute stabbing the next against a tree. Real loud now, with the screaming, and the blood and the mist that didn't burn so bad anymore and the pumping of my heart and theirs and the animals that were everywhere and wouldn't shut up and the screaming of the trees and it there in the center of the chaos the thing that isn't can't ever be, but is. Then it was gone and they were gone, and the trees stopped screaming and the animals stopped screaming, but my heart was still hammering away, and I walked, and then doors. Was lost, lost for so long, for hours, minutes, seconds? Reporters say three days, can't be can't be, can't be, wasn't gone that long, why were there doors in a forest, where did everything go? Why? Got annoyed told them, told them to take me back, doors opened whispered horrid things, that I should just die, that everything would forever be fragile, like glass, so fragile, always doomed, always doomed to break everything to crack, and creak but never break but watch things break. Out of the forest, animals watching me deer runs out looks at me, and walks away, bleeding, burning, still can smell death and blood, and taste iron, and dirty and crying and the icicle has melted, and they're all dead, and fragile and strung up in the trees. So fragile, so fragile, so fragile. Can't have happened, didn't happen, not, not, not.
(Here Doctor [REDACTED] forced a pill down Subject/Patient ---'s throat in an attempt to help him calm down. He displayed a rather violent reaction immediately retching before vomiting into the office's trash-bin, oddly this seems to have helped him regain his focus)
M:[Weakly] I...I apologize, that was all, all a fantasy to hide whatever truth exists in this head of mine obviously, but it won't be coming out today I think.
D: Yes, we will call this meeting done for today. See you next time.
M: Yeah.

Sealed document:
Subject/Patient --- continues to espouse his desire to kill the Recurring Problem, and has talked some of the lesser cases down into a more stable state of mind where they can be convinced it truly is nothing, however the more extreme cases such as Elizabeth [REDACTED] must be dealt with in slightly more extreme measures, hypno therapy and gentle nudging can create memories surely they, with some assistance can erase or suppress them as well. The 'leader' of the cult-fanatics Elizabeth [REDACTED] shall be the first test subject, Subject/Patient --- shall be the last circumstances permitting, his dissuasion and Elizabeth's removal from leadership should have a beneficial effect for all.

Signed and Sealed
[INFORMATION PURGED]
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I suppose it should be obvious since these documents are 'sealed' but it's becoming increasingly obvious that I am really not supposed to have these papers. I've also run a check on the staff registry, the Doctor who gave me these papers isn't on the staff registry, the actual Doctor who I was supposed to meet called and informed me that he had been attacked and someone had replaced him. I have since met him and obtained the 'official' documents. They match mostly, but the 'official' ones have a bunch of stuff either added or removed from the ones I received on my initial visit. The 'official' ones aren't the ones I've been posting, so what do you all say, is this realistic enough or am I being led astray by someone? If the initial paperwork is the real-deal I'm very lucky this blog and gmail account is under a false name, they probably aren't keeping that close an eye on someone who's been 'sane' for 6 years.

Other consequences of these papers being real: me and Elizabeth met in a mental hospital, she introduced me to it, it led me to her, her sudden defect to it's side wasn't so 'sudden' after all. Also....no shouldn't even think that until I get some theories on the validity of the reality in these pages.

Oh, and I haven't said this lately, and I really should be:

To everyone

Good luck, and give it hell.

Seeking Truth

Figured I should post a normal post...well normalish. It's more theoretical them my usual junk. When I've not been reading my madness, or putting on something funny/relaxing, or yelling at those 'damn kids' to get off my lawn, I've been thinking about the Stopping Light. Stopping? Why the hell, am I still referring to him like that? Redlight, I've been thinking about Redlight, and who he could be. Who it could be that's not Robert anyway, and...I can't believe I missed it, I'm pretty stupid sometimes.

Redlight can erase memories. How does he do it? Why does he do it? Who do we know that can such a thing without magic? Jay, that was his solution. He was always something of an amoral fuck-up, and he was last 'seen 'surrounded by it.

Swear To

Red tape is such a bitch.

I`ve been making those calls and being redirected and put on hold too many times in the past 4 days. Good news is I`m a little closer...bad news is I have to go somewhere tomorrow...today. 3:00 in the morning here have to be...there...the mental hospital at...time isn`t important. To get, what I need, I have to be examined to ensure I won`t have a relapse because I see the notes. If it appears...if it appears, who knows? I might be calm, or freak out or...something. I had a point when I started this. Oh. Right. If I don`t come back... immediately, assume I got chucked into a padded cell.

If this is the last time I can contact you all.

Good Luck.

Never give up your hope.

I have every intention of coming back.

oh also:

''I will (EDITED) stab you computer phone lady''

Mauve Iro No Sympathy

A word to the wise: slicing open your arms is stupid. Usually. it kind of showed up on New Year's, just woke up and boom there's the enemy looking at me through my window. I stabbed at it with an icicle, then things get hazy I know I hit it because some of its...I'm going with goo had splattered on me. Don't think it was actually hurt but it did go away. I glared back for a moment and then started cleaning up the blood around me. it just watched until I had finished cleaning up. I walked out of the forest, alone, it was there, but it couldn't be, the mist, the blood, a world of...why? I kept the paper towels with my blood, not sure why, should just burn them. Stuffed 'em in a container for now. Still here.

Good Luck

White Destiny

It's been snowing here a lot, lots of icicles everywhere. Real pretty, sad it only started coming down after Christmas. Focusing on things that aren't lost, my life, everyone left, my hope, my will to fight back.

The patient continues to show adverse reactions to others around him getting harmed. 
Jean...I hope Fizz finds her, and savers her.
Today, another patient near him cut their finger, his reaction was immediate and severe: clawing at his own throat with the repeated exclamation of "fragile". 
Good luck.
The events in the forest, have yet to be fully determined through interviews with the patient or investigation.

Reset

A happy new year to all! To those who returned welcome back, the story hasn't quite ended yet, has it? "Fragile" "Elizabeth" that "forest" there are still many threads left to burn away to get to the truth.

To the lost sheep, the silent watchers, and the silent watcher as well

Good Luck

"So that my deepest prayer reaches
Today as well I continue to sing
Searching for the answers that are right here
Please kindly tell me

All the (x) reset"

Nemureru Hoshi No Aoi Suna

Fuck, don't know why I'm bothering to post, just...makes me feel better, better than a comment somewhere to spill, without the need to be concise or, eloquent. Fizz is...dead probably, one of the ones I could relate to pretty easily, made it easier some ways 'it's not just me, someone else can separate themselves from that fear of killing someone'. She didn't commit suicide 'cause of the weight of the normal Husks, no, she went and fell in love, with some girl she didn't really meet, tried to save her, and...fuck, just, just read it yourself. Wish something would show up tonight, want to make something hurt, 'cause I'm dumb 'cause I've fallen in love to, with humanity and every person fighting in their own way, either just living or trying to fight. Haven't met 'em want to save 'em, driven near to tears 'cause we lost two, forever, hope they have peace now.

Damn, that sounds cliche, and stupid, and maybe I like the thought of saving people too much, am too ready to throw away others, and my own life for the 'cause'. I thought about posting on Robert's blog try and ask him who he was supposed to fight 'till the end, but I've thought better of it. We don't need Robert, or sages, or titles, we're humans we'll beat it, however we beat it, be it through words, violence, or whatever comes up in the future. So there's no reason to make him remember to make him walk this path again, besides he'd probably just walk the same path again, with the same result "the definition of insanity is repeating the same conditions and expecting a different result".

Had a thought, what if they get into Isabel's account somehow, burn her blog just for measure, or whatever?

She was a survivalist, had a thing for the paranormal, thought zombies were going to get her, and made sure she'd survive such a thing. She had a family, a few with similar thoughts, same survivalist mindset if not quite the same. She had friends, good friends who'd weather an attack with her, make grocery and ammo runs. She ran on bravado for much of her life, pretending she wasn't scared 'cause that was an easier coping method. When she finally found her real courage, the ability to admit fear but advance anyway, it was cause of that girl she never really met. Tragedy brought her true strength and now its tragedy that's ruined it all. She wasn't weak, wasn't a coward, tried her best to help everyone, just reaching out in some cases, trying to keep spirits high. She was a great girl and she went out on her own terms, as did Nessa in the end. Didn't know Nessa to well but she left us a great mantra, and it seems to piss of the Husks, always a fun bonus, don't care how narmy it is. Just realized this is a eulogy...wanted it to be a reminder that she existed something real myself to grip onto in those times of doubting, but its fitting I guess. I wish them both the best in heaven or in their next life, or a peaceful respite in darkness.

If her friends can get onto her blog, and see this, write something better for her, deeper more personal. Just needed to write everything out...and looking at I can't bring myself to delete it...so it's going up in all its imperfect shallow glory. Want to cry, want to hurt something, want to sing something fast, something slow, something happy, something sad, something silly. Don't know want I want right now, but I'm not giving up, in any form.

To anyone else who might read this: remember, lots of people love you, no matter the tragedy, try and live for their sake.

"The rain sings out
The light sings out
to the unfair star...
...The slumbering star is beautiful"

Good Luck

Level 5 Judgelight

Rock quarries are awesome. When they're not in use they're usually deserted making them a good place to party, or whatever. Usually they're sealed off, but not for the one near my house, which I use both as a place to practice free running/parkour and rock climbing. Since roots would interfere the surrounding forest was trimmed, an open field fraught with dangers, that I know like the back of my hand, and thats where I was after I ate a large supper. In theory I was trying to give myself as much energy as possible, but I may have just seriously thought I was going to die, and wanted a big final meal. There are two major sites separated by a bottleneck path. I didn't go unprepared I had rigged the place as best I could and brought every weapon I had, no fancy guns or claymores(how did illusions set off mines anyway?), did have the shotgun, hunting knife, combat knife, another knife I bought on impulse 'cause it looked cool, 7 inches though so it came in handy, a self-made bo staff, a metal baseball bat, and some darts. With the exception of the combat knife, and the darts I borrowed, I had all of these before I read about it, I'm not a crazy survivalist, just have a thing for weapons.

Wasn't wearing 'proper' winter clothes instead I tripled up on everything but socks. Baggy easy to remove outermost layer, that disguised where my limbs were, the other two layers were closer fitting. Darts were in a belt pack, and had the hunting and combat knives were with me to. Bo was placed somewhere so when I took it 'd cause a landslide dropping pursers down a not insignificant distance. Shotgun was hidden in a shed with only one easily missable entrance longest knife was there to, bat was hidden in one of the piles of rocks, only hidden weapon in site 1. Didn't bring a watch, but when the Husks showed up they showed up in force.

Didn't have time to count, I was on the run immediately, scrambling up sides as fast I could, reached the top first, used the darts to take out their eyes or their hands as they climbed, missed a lot but still useful. Kept running when they got too close, heard more than a few miss jumps and drop, didn't need to look to know it was far enough to break legs if not outright kill them. One came from an unexpected angle, smarter, faster than I was used to, almost fell to my own death, ironically enough it was a root from a missed, or neglected tree that I grabbed onto, got my footing and moved back down to the base.

A few were there, got a few cuts, but the baggy clothes did their job, nothing worse than a few nicks. Made sure to avoid blunt weapons, and head wounds in particular, didn't need broken bones or have to start worrying about whether I had a concussion. Went on like this for a long while me running scrambling up and down rock piles, and apparently unclimbable walls, throwing down rocks and darts and my pursuers, taking a few out with the knives, and a few times the bat before I had to chuck it to climb up again, at the lower levels. A few scary situations when the rock piles collapsed before I expected them to, worse for the Husks since they were still climbing them, or at the bottom of them.

Site 2 was much of the same, but with more planned rockslides, more Husks falling into unseen holes, or slipping on frost-covered rock, until I was forced into the shed. I felt it first, a horrible gut-twisting sensation that set all my senses off, got blasted with white noise and I smelt something awful. Then the shed caught on fire, then I inexplicably calmed down. it was there, and it set off my fear receptors, and my animal instinct to run, but I calmed down. In retrospect my reasoning was pretty simple.'it's here, in open combat and its trying to kill me, this is what it has make it through this and I'm fine I'll be fine'. Too simple, but combat tends to simplify your thought processes. Anyway, that one opening was through an apparently locked window, no axes so they had to try to get me through the window, they broke it and tried climbing in, so obviously they weren't that smart. Figure they must have been trying to keep me pinned so the fire'd get me, had a different plan, grabbed shells in between attacks and stuffed them into the pack, darts were pretty much all gone anyway.

Had to keep low, almost missed my chance, the shed was placed on a steel platform because the ground beneath it was gouged out, so there was one side they couldn't possibly be surrounding. Wall made of wood had been weakened, shot the damn thing right out and made an obvious break for the bottleneck path back to site 1. Was lightly burned from convection, ditched the baggy clothes and put 'em between me and the steel floor, they were burning by the time I got out, trapped animals make mistakes. The faster ones followed, saw me chuck the shotgun to the top and got cocky, scaled up and got the bo, too close for them to avoid, down they went, good thing I wasn't trapped.

Got the shotgun and made the real break, and there it was tentacles out, just standing there being scary, daring me to try and get past it, three knives a bo staff and a shotgun. The only ones left were the smart and agile making it up the cliff with not quite my speed but too fast, might have been able to hold them, but not with it standing there a silent unending pressure on my back. Fear bubbled up as I realized I didn't want to die, not now when I still didn't know so many people's fates and as the fear almost took over a survival instinct took over. A focusing method, singing, used it to push away fear when I was younger, or anxiety before doing something in front of an audience. So I walked past it quietly singing  focusing on the words and the tune and the melody and hitting the notes. Don't know why it didn't attack, maybe it still can't go after someone that directly when they're not afraid? Not going to assume it was the song itself, or that it was something special about me, just a moment of insanity that happened to work, hell maybe it was just surprised someone would actually just walk by it, or maybe it was just an illusion meant to make me turn back.

Doesn't matter, made it. Attack stopped, had a long walk back, grabbed anything that was on the ground. Bodies were there, checked back in the morning, gone but there were some bloodstains. Had someone house-sitting, told em not to let anyone in except me, they said they had a quiet night, but the bloodstains on the snow says otherwise. They didn't ask why I was bruised, dirty, burned, bleeding, and carrying an armory, but did insist I have a cold bath. They invited themselves over for the night, but have since left, not knowing anything, and hopefully not involved in this in any way, will be keeping my eyes on them.

Seems things went pretty well for everyone else last night as well, so much for destroying the Fighters last night. Hope Will makes it to Fizz, and that everyone can get some rest tonight, but I'm not banking on it.

Good luck everyone.

Resolve

Love, Light, Life.

I actually yelled that last night when I sent the bastards running. I sadly can't say I was as awesome as Fizzbomb but I did get some guests last night, though even if they'd shown up today I still wouldn't invite them in for turkey that date has already passed here. Twelve Husks showed up I got 41.667%(or 5) of them directly 3 with the combat knife before I got tackled down by one.

Don't know what it planned to do, don't care, important part is I live near woods, it was a source of much paranoia since reading about it, but much fun in my younger days. Also, it means hunting tools are constantly available to me such as easily concealed hunting knives for stabbing things which tackle you to the ground, wish it hadn't been wearing a mask would've loved to see its face...no, that's the adrenalin talking, it's good they wear masks makes it easier to remind self they're not humans. Anyway, kicked that one off me and made a beat for the house before they could swarm, they tried but I had one more surprise: a shotgun. First one in got blasted at near point-blank, didn't set my shoulder right, almost broke it, had to drop both knives, had to use shotgun as a club for the next one in. They backed off after that, tried to take the back door, heard the long-since broken stairs slip from under one of them, heard a crack probably hit the cement block at the bottom of them. They didn't try that again.

Glad the neighbors work late, don't have to see this madness, they left shortly after, them 5 Husks shorter and at least two of them have a concussion if they're not bleeding internally, and me bruised, sick and nicked from a few knives, but still okay. Don't know if it's a side-effect of being Husks or it just has no experienced weapon-wielders to spare on me way out here, but the Husks sure suck in direct conflict. I know where I'm going to weather the assault tonight, no web access out there, but no woods either. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, well you know what happened, but I can assure you I won't be going gentle.

Good luck tonight everyone.

PS: the bodies were burned in a pit with some old wood, didn't look at the faces didn't have the guts.