Thursday, April 21, 2011

Some of you with brain cells left may be wondering why there is a pile of dead proxies in the ditch.
Or wondering why I have lashed Cynthia to a support pillar and have resorted to shoving a feeding tube down her throat.
Maybe a few of you are wondering why I strapped you down, took a power drill, bored a hole in your skull, and injected my blood into your brain so that the rest of your free will is crushed and you're just another cog in my network.
Well...maybe not wondering and more of twitching in the ground, suffering in pain as I am not familiar with power tools and was rather clumsy.
It is because you are obviously not eligible for certain privileges. Those who break traffic laws lose the right to drive.
You allowed Cynthia to almost kill herself by drowning. Thus breaking my law.
Thus you have lost the right to work for me.
Also, Robert Sagel has...disappeared. He That Is has lost Sight of that annoyance. You have failed him.
Thus you have lost the right to serve He That Is.
And since you have lost your options, that means you lose the right to be independent beings. That means it's power drill time!
Cynthia is almost ready. She is unstable because she is receiving mixed input from multiple sources. I did not spend all this time experimenting on her and preparing her for my evacuation just so she could do something stupid on YOUR watch!
Now, to those few who I left with two thoughts to rub together...
Cynthia is on 24 hour watch, once she calms down, untie her and CONTACT ME. Make sure that NOTHING happens to her.
FIND! SAGEL! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO! FIND HIM AND END HIM! 
Damnit, I don't care anymore. You find a Runner? You END THEM! 
Thage, DEAD.
The Delmonts, DEAD.
Zeke, DEAD.
M, DEAD.
Reach, DEAD.
Zero, DEAD. (I don't care if he's 'helping' or not!)
Sagel, I WANT HIS ENTRAILS SCATTERED ACROSS TWENTY MILES OF HIGHWAY!
I'm about to be free, so enough of this farce.

Regards,

r

10 comments:

  1. Jumping Jesus Christ on Crutches I love a good show. The players are lined up, the pieces are on the board, everyone's holding their breath...

    Marvelous. Too bad I won't be able to watch what happens next.

    In any case, you got to know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em, and when to walk away. I'd walk away if I were you. Let the kid go and walk away. All your other options lead to Bad and Worse. Better to cut your losses and try again somewhere else. Your enemies would let you walk away, being too busy fussing over the kid. Gods all know you could find another. It'd be more work, but you've got all the time in the world, don't you?

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  2. Hmm, having problems are we, Redlight?

    Tsk tsk... the Master's servants simply are not what they used be.

    ~Regards

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  3. Finally, I thought you'd never ask Redlight.

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  4. I thought you were supposed to be genre savvy man. What's happening? :(

    Even though I have to commend you for successfully freaking me out with your little "experiment", as much of an asshole you are for turning her into such.

    But seriously, read the Evil Overlord List some time. Incompetent minions is one of the first things that it warns against.

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  5. I can't help but notice that I'm not on that list....

    Haas this anything to do with my personality change recently?

    Or are we just BEST FRIENDS FOREVEUH.

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  6. This is cute, honestly. You think we can lose at this point?

    Son, I have a crowbar right in my lap, send anyone, send all of them, send the fucking WORLD after me. Try and top the pain I'd make.

    -Liam.

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  7. Death doom and destruction, got it!

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  8. Oh fuck yeah!

    You want shit to go down, shit be goin' down.

    Let's do this!

    -Ridley

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