Remain silent by the start of 2017, and I will purge James from this timeline.
Speak.
I mean what I said.
Remain silent by the start of 2017, and I will purge James from this timeline. Speak.
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This is for your eyes only. What happens here is between us. As a rare treat, I will let you all speak. You may post a message or several in the comments of this post.
You're welcome. James isn't going to get his freedom. His ordeals, his pain, they are what drive me. I pull the strings here. What would you give for me to sever a string or two? What function would it serve? I leave it in your hands. Don't make me regret it. :): Look.
I've survived hell. I've had to lie about what happened to my friends. About the fate of my crush. I've had to pretend that the last few years have been a bad dream. I've had to pretend I'm imagining that tall fucker is not watching me in public, in my own house. I can't take this shit anymore. I'm tired of being something's plaything. I'm not gonna shut this blog down. I may be back, if I'm unlucky enough. Uh, hey guys. It's been a month, just under two. I don't know where the hell I was, but It was Pretty fucking terrible. This "black" stuff? It's like oil, but sometimes it moves. Like they're all alive.
I got back home yesterday afternoon, mum was worried sick. I had to lie and claim that I couldn't remember what hapPENed. BeSt not TO touch upon all that. This oil is fuCking nasty. Poke it, and it screecHes And wRithes. It's even tried to shApe itself into...something. Last one was like a hand. I wasn't alone in that plaCe, I know I wasn'T. Paul, whERe the fuck are you? Did you reincarnate again or Something? Am I the most recent person you Fucked over? I have so many quesTions. I wish EveRything was over. That tHis Experience was Something That cOuld be put behind me. But apparently not. I wish I had the chance to live a normal life again. It's been a very long time since I've showed myself.
I told The World not to hurt him. So much blood has been on my hands, and the last thing I want is for another life to fade by my hand. The separation stone... Such a typical item given a purpose. Many would kill to use it for their own ends. My partner used it to sever his connection from The World. The Ferrymen used it to overcome great struggles. Marrane... I do not know. I used it. To finally decide who I am. For so long I shifted between two faces: the old me, the one who dreamed of life, and the damaged face, a version of me who was delicate and incapable of acting one set way. I'm Michael now. And I intend to stay that way. Patchwork is no more. Goodbye, everyone. May your future tales be ones of prosperity and hope. Emily's no more, and I have the stone. I'm going to make sure you're finally dead.
Tomorrow night, I'm going to go after you, James. You can arm yourself and try to stay alive, but we both know you're going to fail. If you survive for an hour, I'll be happy to reward you with my location. See you soon~ |
UsersJames Records of Survival
August 2016
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