For... Reasons. Megan and Dr. Malice will not be accompanying us anymore... Instead they are going to stay with Unikeia and try to convince her to give Portnoy back to us.
So instead now it's me... Muffin, The Liar, Faceless and Harold.
Next on the list... That jackass Hiiln. I have a score to settle with him and a lot of frustration to take out.
Unfortunately this one we had no idea where it would be. So we went to the servants who would be best able to guide us now that the Camper and The Archive pretty much no longer exist. We went to the Thoughtborn.
Well technically it was a group of Towerborns each group led by a Thoughtborn but The Towerborns are essentially mindless shells and The Thoughtborns are the ones really in charge.
So we went to a local group. The thoughtborn/Towerborns weren't really a threat they kept to themselves so we hadn't planned to hunt them originally. Interestingly they were staying in the old Netwerks warehouse. My painting was still there at the entrance when we went in. The Towerborns went about their work without noticing us. We weren't really a threat. We couldn't hurt The Thoughtborn and The Towerborns would be hard to destroy and wouldn't care anyways. In the main chamber where Megan had once been held was a console. There was The Thoughtborn. Well sort of. The Thoughtborn itself was in the internet but here was where it communicated.
I went to the keyboard and typed in: "Hello Thoughtborn. We require assistance."
The response was. "Who the fuck are you?"
Me: Um... My name is The Muffin Man...
Thoughtborn: That's an idiotic name.
Me: Oh yeah? Well what's your name then jerk?!
Thoughtborn: The name's Genome.
I paused.
Me: Genome? I know you!
Genome: You do? I don't know anyone named The Muffin Man.
Me: It's Turncoat.
Genome: OH! So that plan worked out well huh?
Me: Was that sarcasm?
Genome: Of course it was.
Me: Hey how was I supposed to know this was going to happen.
Genome: You know I had plans of my own. I was going to become human again.
Me: Didn't work out huh?
Genome: Nope cause SOMEONE destroyed the god damn world.
Me: Ok... I get it I fucked up. Anyways I need some help.
Genome: With what?
Me: I need to find Hiiln.
Genome: Who?
Me: The internet must have something on him... Guy paves a path of Extreme nihilism everywhere he goes.
Genome: So everyone he comes in contact with becomes nihilistic and yet you expect one of these people to talk about him online?
Me: ... Point taken. Well anything on people becoming randomly nihilistic?
Genome: Hmm well a few things. There was a sudden outbreak of nihilism among a group of timberwolves and proxies a short while back they were slaughtered by some puppets.
Me: Yeah no I already know about that one.
Genome: Well most recently an entire city in Michigan decided to just lay down and starve to death.
Me: That sounds like a good lead.
Genome: Yep. Course info isn't free.
Me: What do you want?
Genome: Well I want to be human... I've been reading about you and it seems you had a thoughtborn with you who had found a way to map himself to a human body.
Me: Um... Yes...
Genome: I want to do that. Have him come here and teach me how it's done.
Me: Um I guess we could do that.
Genome: Yeah you'll do that. Otherwise you'll be ripped limb from limb by a bunch of mindless cyborgs. Understood?
Me: Understood.
Genome: You may be tough but they're tougher remember that.
Me: Got it...
Genome: Now go away.
So that was useful. Genome is just as big an ass as I remember... Course back then I only had to converse with him once and tell him what to do. I can't imagine having to converse with him for extended periods of time.
Wednesday 5 December 2012
Sunday 2 December 2012
Harold's friend and tricking a god.
So yeah seems Harold is back and he brought his friend The Faceless Bastard. Yeah... The dead guy. Apparently they were the people I'd heard about targeting servants. So what the hell happened?
This apparently. I'll give you a few seconds to read that.
Oh who am I kidding none of you read that. So I'll sum it up. Apparently after Harold abandoned us he went and made a deal with Jack to bring Faceless back to life so they could have a final battle. According to the blog the fight ended with Harold winning and killing Faceless again.
However Harold reveals that's not actually what happened. Harold did pull the trigger but he was out of ammo. Faceless recovered and the fight continued. They fought for a while Faceless quickly gaining the upper hand as Harold's supply of bullets dwindled. As Harold wasted his last bullet Faceless stopped. According to Harold with all of his bullets gone he didn't stand much chance of winning anymore but, because of the fact Harold had technically won earlier and Faceless was only still alive due to Harold running out of bullets, they called it a draw. The two began talking about what had been happening. Faceless managed to convince Harold that they should help stop the servants and so they began hunting down servants and they happened to arrive at the church in time to save us. As for why he posted that fake out. Well he was talking to Jack and learned something interesting. Apparently Jack doesn't know everything that happens. He keeps tabs of people but he can't watch everyone so while Jack was focused on our dealings he posted that so that Jack would think everything had gone according to plan.
A big question comes up... Why didn't Jack's plan go as planned. If Jack makes a deal he knows what's going to happen. So why didn't it? Faceless gave an answer to this one. He said maybe The God figure did it. Jack said that whoever serves as the god figure in this triumvirate was an inefficient failure. What if he or she or it isn't. What if it's just very subtle. Jack said Portnoy's powers were also from God. Sure they mostly worked against him but his powers indirectly lead to Faceless defeating Harold and many other interconnected events that eventually lead to the defeat of the Amalgam.
So we got Harold back and another heavy hitter on our team. We also learned something important.
It's possible Jack can be tricked.
This apparently. I'll give you a few seconds to read that.
Oh who am I kidding none of you read that. So I'll sum it up. Apparently after Harold abandoned us he went and made a deal with Jack to bring Faceless back to life so they could have a final battle. According to the blog the fight ended with Harold winning and killing Faceless again.
However Harold reveals that's not actually what happened. Harold did pull the trigger but he was out of ammo. Faceless recovered and the fight continued. They fought for a while Faceless quickly gaining the upper hand as Harold's supply of bullets dwindled. As Harold wasted his last bullet Faceless stopped. According to Harold with all of his bullets gone he didn't stand much chance of winning anymore but, because of the fact Harold had technically won earlier and Faceless was only still alive due to Harold running out of bullets, they called it a draw. The two began talking about what had been happening. Faceless managed to convince Harold that they should help stop the servants and so they began hunting down servants and they happened to arrive at the church in time to save us. As for why he posted that fake out. Well he was talking to Jack and learned something interesting. Apparently Jack doesn't know everything that happens. He keeps tabs of people but he can't watch everyone so while Jack was focused on our dealings he posted that so that Jack would think everything had gone according to plan.
A big question comes up... Why didn't Jack's plan go as planned. If Jack makes a deal he knows what's going to happen. So why didn't it? Faceless gave an answer to this one. He said maybe The God figure did it. Jack said that whoever serves as the god figure in this triumvirate was an inefficient failure. What if he or she or it isn't. What if it's just very subtle. Jack said Portnoy's powers were also from God. Sure they mostly worked against him but his powers indirectly lead to Faceless defeating Harold and many other interconnected events that eventually lead to the defeat of the Amalgam.
So we got Harold back and another heavy hitter on our team. We also learned something important.
It's possible Jack can be tricked.
Friday 12 October 2012
Love hurts.
On the road again... Or more accurately traveling again. Going to kill our first Ne Timu target.
Their name is Lequiss and they are The Ne Timu of love. Love... I bet they're going to be very sweet and affectionate...
Strangely enough Ms. Love is in a cemetary... Huh... Why'd I say Ms... It's entirely possible this thing will be male... Well I'll find out soon enough.
So we arrived at the cemetary... Oh and btw in case anyone was confused by the change from present to past tense in most of my posts it's cause I start the post before going and then schedule it to post on it's own before going. After I get back I finish the post with what happened and post the full thing. This is to make sure that if for some reason I die or can't finish the post people will know where I was going. So yeah if you see a post come up that is just saying what I'm about to go and do... Chances are I'm dead.
Now then onwards.
We arrived at the cemetary. It was by a church. There was a guy here. He was digging up a grave. We watched him for a bit. He finished without once acknowledging our presence and then opened up the coffin and took out a rotted mostly skeletal body. At which point he then began making out with it. We all watched in horrified disgust until he started taking off his clothes. We decided to go inside the church because none of us wanted to stay and watch this guy get it on with a corpse. Inside we found Lequiss. Lequiss was neither male nor female. Instead it was a nude humanoid being who's body was separated into a grid pattern. Each section of the grid changed to a different person. As a result. Any second the creature was male, female, black, white, asian, arabic, fat, skinny, tattooed, pierced, neither... All of those things at once. It was also standing on a giant floating tongue. It was looking out a side window watching the pervert in the graveyard and realization hit. "What did you do to him?"
Lequiss turned to us and raised an eyebrow which brought the eyebrow through two cross sections causing it to be both brown and black as well as bushy and thin at once. "Who? The man outside?" It asked in a voice that sounded like a really buzzy computer synthesizer.
I nodded.
Lequiss: Nothing much. I merely released his inhibitions. The fact he apparently had been restraining a taste for the dead is not my business.
Dr. Malice: That's what you do? You release people's inhibitions. Make it so they can't stop themselves from doing things they want to do? That... Well I can see the problem but without inhibitions you're really just letting them carry out their wildest fantasies without worry about the means of society. He's not really suffering. He'd be having the time of his life.
Lequiss: True let me rephrase. I forced him to act on his desires despite his inhibitions.
Dr. Malice: Ahh well that's different.
Lequiss: Yes my apologies. I misspoke.
Me: Ok that's done can we kill it now?
Lequiss: Kill it? You're going to kill him just for having sex with a body?
Me: I meant you!
Lequiss: Oh... No you won't be doing that.
Me: I'm pretty sure I will. I know how to kill you and the rest.
Lequiss: Really? Let me guess. That traitorous bitch Unikeia is making a powerplay?
Dr. Malice: Yeah pretty much.
Lequiss: Well then I'll have to kill all of you and then we'll figure out what to do with her. Such a shame I hate killing people. It's so much more fun watching them squirm under the pressures of society as I force them to carry out their most depraved fantasies. Speaking of fantasies... Let's find out what depraved thoughts you're hiding.
I'm not going to detail what happened next because... Well you can probably guess. Suffice to say we were losing. Unlike with Hiiln Dr. Malice was not apparently immune to this ones powers. I think The Liar was but she was distracted. Same with Megan... Still not going into detail. Anyways though as Lequiss is laughing at us and we're struggling to resist a bullet suddenly passes through the stain glass window followed by a swarm of birds. The birds attacked Lequiss who seemed surprised.
We were released and we charged at Lequiss. It was too busy warding off the birds to stop us. We grabbed it's arms and slammed it against the wall. I think Jack really likes videogames. He used a videogame based metaphor earlier and Unikeia revealed that The Ne Timu all have a weak point somewhere on their bodies. Unikeia said Lequiss' weak point was it's tongue... I had assumed she had meant the tongue in it's mouth but the moment we saw it it was pretty obvious she meant the tongue it was standing on. While me and Malice held Lequiss, Megan grabbed the tongue. Lequiss screamed in rage and pain as Megan froze the tongue. Lequiss started to feel colder as well. The tongue eventually shriveled up and Megan crumpled it into dust. The same thing happened to Lequiss. We turned to leave and there were our rescuers standing in the doorway. Harold and a man with a mask.
Their name is Lequiss and they are The Ne Timu of love. Love... I bet they're going to be very sweet and affectionate...
Strangely enough Ms. Love is in a cemetary... Huh... Why'd I say Ms... It's entirely possible this thing will be male... Well I'll find out soon enough.
So we arrived at the cemetary... Oh and btw in case anyone was confused by the change from present to past tense in most of my posts it's cause I start the post before going and then schedule it to post on it's own before going. After I get back I finish the post with what happened and post the full thing. This is to make sure that if for some reason I die or can't finish the post people will know where I was going. So yeah if you see a post come up that is just saying what I'm about to go and do... Chances are I'm dead.
Now then onwards.
We arrived at the cemetary. It was by a church. There was a guy here. He was digging up a grave. We watched him for a bit. He finished without once acknowledging our presence and then opened up the coffin and took out a rotted mostly skeletal body. At which point he then began making out with it. We all watched in horrified disgust until he started taking off his clothes. We decided to go inside the church because none of us wanted to stay and watch this guy get it on with a corpse. Inside we found Lequiss. Lequiss was neither male nor female. Instead it was a nude humanoid being who's body was separated into a grid pattern. Each section of the grid changed to a different person. As a result. Any second the creature was male, female, black, white, asian, arabic, fat, skinny, tattooed, pierced, neither... All of those things at once. It was also standing on a giant floating tongue. It was looking out a side window watching the pervert in the graveyard and realization hit. "What did you do to him?"
Lequiss turned to us and raised an eyebrow which brought the eyebrow through two cross sections causing it to be both brown and black as well as bushy and thin at once. "Who? The man outside?" It asked in a voice that sounded like a really buzzy computer synthesizer.
I nodded.
Lequiss: Nothing much. I merely released his inhibitions. The fact he apparently had been restraining a taste for the dead is not my business.
Dr. Malice: That's what you do? You release people's inhibitions. Make it so they can't stop themselves from doing things they want to do? That... Well I can see the problem but without inhibitions you're really just letting them carry out their wildest fantasies without worry about the means of society. He's not really suffering. He'd be having the time of his life.
Lequiss: True let me rephrase. I forced him to act on his desires despite his inhibitions.
Dr. Malice: Ahh well that's different.
Lequiss: Yes my apologies. I misspoke.
Me: Ok that's done can we kill it now?
Lequiss: Kill it? You're going to kill him just for having sex with a body?
Me: I meant you!
Lequiss: Oh... No you won't be doing that.
Me: I'm pretty sure I will. I know how to kill you and the rest.
Lequiss: Really? Let me guess. That traitorous bitch Unikeia is making a powerplay?
Dr. Malice: Yeah pretty much.
Lequiss: Well then I'll have to kill all of you and then we'll figure out what to do with her. Such a shame I hate killing people. It's so much more fun watching them squirm under the pressures of society as I force them to carry out their most depraved fantasies. Speaking of fantasies... Let's find out what depraved thoughts you're hiding.
I'm not going to detail what happened next because... Well you can probably guess. Suffice to say we were losing. Unlike with Hiiln Dr. Malice was not apparently immune to this ones powers. I think The Liar was but she was distracted. Same with Megan... Still not going into detail. Anyways though as Lequiss is laughing at us and we're struggling to resist a bullet suddenly passes through the stain glass window followed by a swarm of birds. The birds attacked Lequiss who seemed surprised.
We were released and we charged at Lequiss. It was too busy warding off the birds to stop us. We grabbed it's arms and slammed it against the wall. I think Jack really likes videogames. He used a videogame based metaphor earlier and Unikeia revealed that The Ne Timu all have a weak point somewhere on their bodies. Unikeia said Lequiss' weak point was it's tongue... I had assumed she had meant the tongue in it's mouth but the moment we saw it it was pretty obvious she meant the tongue it was standing on. While me and Malice held Lequiss, Megan grabbed the tongue. Lequiss screamed in rage and pain as Megan froze the tongue. Lequiss started to feel colder as well. The tongue eventually shriveled up and Megan crumpled it into dust. The same thing happened to Lequiss. We turned to leave and there were our rescuers standing in the doorway. Harold and a man with a mask.
Thursday 11 October 2012
and Utopias
Follow The Nameless Ones to find The Child.
We arrived at an airport...
Yeah apparently she's hanging out in an airport for some reason...
More of the Nameless met us at the front and ushered us in. They didn't bother checking us for weapons or taking the ones we very obviously had with us.
We were brought to gate 1.
A teenaged girl sat on a throne made out of discarded luggage.
This... Was not what I had been expecting.
Me: Er I was expecting The Unnamed Child...
Woman: I am she.
Dr. Malice: Um but she's supposed to be a creepy little girl not a...
The Unnamed Child?: That form was merely a disguise. My effect on the fears was limited it would not have lasted if I kept the form they recognized.
Dr. Malice: Wait... You're not a Fear?
The Unnamed Child: Depends what you mean by Fear. If you mean Jack's first batch then no. However they accepted me into their collective... Unwillingly but regardless so if you define Fears as the group of monsters that tormented the universe then I am a fear.
The Liar made a sound like a gasp.
The Liar: I remember what you are now!
The Unnamed Teen: Oh really? Who are you exactly?
The Liar: I was The Dying Man.
The Unnamed Teen: Oh... Some of you survived. Won't last much longer.
Me: Excuse me can we please get an explanation here?
The Liar: She's a Ne Timu.
The Unnamed Teen: The leader of The Ne Timu thank you...
Me: What? No wait hold up that's not possible! The Unnamed Child was a fear for years and The Ne timu didn't even exist before...
I trailed off.
Me: But they did... They've always existed ever since they were created recently just like the fears.
Me: God damn it that's confusing.
Unnamed Teen: The Ne Timu and Fears have both existed since the dawn of time retroactively. Early on they fought and The Fears won. The Ne Timu went into hiding waiting till they could rise again. All except one. Unikeia The Ne Timu of Loyalty and their leader. Me. I can make anyone utterly loyal to me so I did. I made The Fears Loyal to me. They weren't easy to affect I couldn't make them serve and until I disguised myself they resisted my attempts to make them accept me. Finally though by creating the appearance and persona of The Unnamed Child I managed to merge with them and avoid exile.
Me: ... The Blind Man remembered. He mentioned you.
Unikeia: Yes his memory is great and he could still remember who I was. He couldn't shake my power but he could feel that I didn't belong. He'll be dead soon though.
Unikeia: All my enemies are dead or will be soon thanks to you.
She smiled at me.
Dr. Malice: Wait there's still something wrong here... What about universes where The Ne Timu don't exist? How do you exist there?
Unikeia: The Ne Timu exist in potentia in all Universes so I exist as well retroactively from the point in that universes future where The Ne Timu do exist.
Dr. Malice: What about universes that end before The Ne Timu are created?
Unikeia: I'd still exist in potentia but would just never be realized as my true role.
Dr. Malice: But...
Unikeia: Reality is illogical. If you keep trying to make sense of the absurd you're going to find yourself going mad.
Me: Ok whatever I don't care what you are. Where's Portnoy?
Unikeia smiled and then gestured to one of the servants standing by the throne. I was shocked to realize it was Portnoy.
Unikeia: Not very observant are you?
Me: ... You turned him into a Nameless?
Unikeia: Did I?
She leaned down from her throne to him.
Unikeia: What's your name?
Portnoy: What do you want it to be Mistress?
Unikeia: Whatever it was before you met me.
Portnoy: My name is Portnoy.
Unikeia sat back in her throne.
Unikeia: The whole nameless thing was The Unnamed Child's style. I don't have to do that anymore. I used my power to command them to forget their names I don't have to do that anymore. They're just my loyal slaves.
Me: So what are we going to need to do to get him back?
Unikeia: Straight to the point huh? It's simple. Kill my siblings.
Me: Kill the new gods? Oh yes very simple.
Unikeia: You killed the old ones...
Me: That was different. There was a failsafe and I had knowledge.
Unikeia: You think there isn't one for us? As for knowledge what makes you think I won't tell you what you need to know?
Me: You mean aside from the fact that you'd be telling us how to kill you?
Unikeia: Well obviously I'd keep that bit of knowledge to myself... As for the others though I can tell you their weaknesses.
The Liar: Why?
Unikeia: Because without the fears The Ne Timu rule. Without The Fears and The Ne Timu I rule alone. As well good news for you. If you kill all of them but leave me alive Jack won't go on to create the next generation of monsters and you'll only have to put up with me.
Me: Win win huh?
Unikeia: Best you're gonna get.
So now we're being used as Assassin's for The Monster formerly known as The Unnamed Child.
In a way it's exactly what I wanted... The fears will be back... Or at least the thing that pretended to be a fear...
This is the best option...
This is the best of all possible worlds...
Sorry couldn't resist.
We arrived at an airport...
Yeah apparently she's hanging out in an airport for some reason...
More of the Nameless met us at the front and ushered us in. They didn't bother checking us for weapons or taking the ones we very obviously had with us.
We were brought to gate 1.
A teenaged girl sat on a throne made out of discarded luggage.
This... Was not what I had been expecting.
Me: Er I was expecting The Unnamed Child...
Woman: I am she.
Dr. Malice: Um but she's supposed to be a creepy little girl not a...
The Unnamed Child?: That form was merely a disguise. My effect on the fears was limited it would not have lasted if I kept the form they recognized.
Dr. Malice: Wait... You're not a Fear?
The Unnamed Child: Depends what you mean by Fear. If you mean Jack's first batch then no. However they accepted me into their collective... Unwillingly but regardless so if you define Fears as the group of monsters that tormented the universe then I am a fear.
The Liar made a sound like a gasp.
The Liar: I remember what you are now!
The Unnamed Teen: Oh really? Who are you exactly?
The Liar: I was The Dying Man.
The Unnamed Teen: Oh... Some of you survived. Won't last much longer.
Me: Excuse me can we please get an explanation here?
The Liar: She's a Ne Timu.
The Unnamed Teen: The leader of The Ne Timu thank you...
Me: What? No wait hold up that's not possible! The Unnamed Child was a fear for years and The Ne timu didn't even exist before...
I trailed off.
Me: But they did... They've always existed ever since they were created recently just like the fears.
Me: God damn it that's confusing.
Unnamed Teen: The Ne Timu and Fears have both existed since the dawn of time retroactively. Early on they fought and The Fears won. The Ne Timu went into hiding waiting till they could rise again. All except one. Unikeia The Ne Timu of Loyalty and their leader. Me. I can make anyone utterly loyal to me so I did. I made The Fears Loyal to me. They weren't easy to affect I couldn't make them serve and until I disguised myself they resisted my attempts to make them accept me. Finally though by creating the appearance and persona of The Unnamed Child I managed to merge with them and avoid exile.
Me: ... The Blind Man remembered. He mentioned you.
Unikeia: Yes his memory is great and he could still remember who I was. He couldn't shake my power but he could feel that I didn't belong. He'll be dead soon though.
Unikeia: All my enemies are dead or will be soon thanks to you.
She smiled at me.
Dr. Malice: Wait there's still something wrong here... What about universes where The Ne Timu don't exist? How do you exist there?
Unikeia: The Ne Timu exist in potentia in all Universes so I exist as well retroactively from the point in that universes future where The Ne Timu do exist.
Dr. Malice: What about universes that end before The Ne Timu are created?
Unikeia: I'd still exist in potentia but would just never be realized as my true role.
Dr. Malice: But...
Unikeia: Reality is illogical. If you keep trying to make sense of the absurd you're going to find yourself going mad.
Me: Ok whatever I don't care what you are. Where's Portnoy?
Unikeia smiled and then gestured to one of the servants standing by the throne. I was shocked to realize it was Portnoy.
Unikeia: Not very observant are you?
Me: ... You turned him into a Nameless?
Unikeia: Did I?
She leaned down from her throne to him.
Unikeia: What's your name?
Portnoy: What do you want it to be Mistress?
Unikeia: Whatever it was before you met me.
Portnoy: My name is Portnoy.
Unikeia sat back in her throne.
Unikeia: The whole nameless thing was The Unnamed Child's style. I don't have to do that anymore. I used my power to command them to forget their names I don't have to do that anymore. They're just my loyal slaves.
Me: So what are we going to need to do to get him back?
Unikeia: Straight to the point huh? It's simple. Kill my siblings.
Me: Kill the new gods? Oh yes very simple.
Unikeia: You killed the old ones...
Me: That was different. There was a failsafe and I had knowledge.
Unikeia: You think there isn't one for us? As for knowledge what makes you think I won't tell you what you need to know?
Me: You mean aside from the fact that you'd be telling us how to kill you?
Unikeia: Well obviously I'd keep that bit of knowledge to myself... As for the others though I can tell you their weaknesses.
The Liar: Why?
Unikeia: Because without the fears The Ne Timu rule. Without The Fears and The Ne Timu I rule alone. As well good news for you. If you kill all of them but leave me alive Jack won't go on to create the next generation of monsters and you'll only have to put up with me.
Me: Win win huh?
Unikeia: Best you're gonna get.
So now we're being used as Assassin's for The Monster formerly known as The Unnamed Child.
In a way it's exactly what I wanted... The fears will be back... Or at least the thing that pretended to be a fear...
This is the best option...
This is the best of all possible worlds...
Sorry couldn't resist.
Wednesday 10 October 2012
In the search of fools.
Goal one find Portnoy. First part of this plan...
Let's go fuck up some proxies.
The Liar is actually coming with us for once.
How nice of her to grace us with her presence.
Everyone but me gets guns.
Dr. Malice have some pistols. You're main weapon is body swapping anyways.
Liar have a sniper rifle. You're gonna be our support since usually Portnoy is support but he's not here. Megan... You won't need it but you can have a pistol too. Ok fine I'll take a damn gun but I won't use it.
So we went to the proxy headquarters.
No plans... Winging it works better.
Screw it we're just going to do it this way from now on. Walk in kill everything simple and easy.
And this time if one of those god damn Ne Timu show up we're not just taking it.
These things aren't the fears they're a bunch of worthless backups.
If I had tried to punch Slendy in the face like I did that Dreslith thing I'd be dead by now.
So we headed up to the proxy location. The Liar did a far better job than I had expected her too...
I mean she was The Dying Man so I guess you know she was sort of a bad ass monster but really it's hard to remember that fact now...
Anyways point is she sniped three guys who tried to stop us as we approached and we made it to the front door.
Btw I know subtetly is the best idea usually but there is nothing more satisfying to me than walking right in through the front door.
In actual fact most of the time people are so used to subtle enemies that the front door is the least expected.
So anyways I proceeded to punch open the door which had the fortunate side effect of taking out someone who had been standing directly behind said door.
Marched in and waited. As expected guns and attention were turned to me.
I spoke in a conversational tone. "Hello I'm the one who murdered The Dove and his group. My name is The Muffin Man. You may have heard of me. A little while back some of my friends attacked you. Afterwards one of them went missing. Do any of you know where he went or what happened to him? I would point out I am at current asking nicely."
There was no response. Someone tried to shoot me but that's what the sniper is for.
"Is there someone in charge of this group?"
A tallish strong looking man with short brown hair and a goatee wearing a black trenchcoat and a rather peeved expression raised his hand which was currently holding a really heavy looking pistol. I don't know much about guns but I can guess that this was a weapon with quite a large amount of power.
"I'm Nathan Umbra. I'm currently in charge here. As for the person you're looking for I don't know anything about him but if something happened then it serves him right for trying to attack us." The man said.
Me: Nathan Umbra? Huh we share a name... Regardless... You really don't know what happened to him? That's a shame...
I turned to go and the world erupted into action. Guns went off from both sides and someone moved behind me. I turned knocking Nathan's gun aside as it fired. I allowed myself a moment of gloating. I must admit to being sort of an elitist when it comes to weapons. I assume that those who use them do so to make up for an inability to fight properly especially when it comes to guns. Kudos to Nathan for proving me wrong. I tried to punch him in the chest with my other hand but his own other hand caught mine. The others were all firing on each other but me and Nathan just stood locked for a few moments. We broke apart finally and he put his gun away. I foolishly assumed I could use that moment as a distraction. Bastard fended me off with one hand than gut punched me with the other as he finished. I stumbled back and recovered just in time to dodge a hook to the face. The shooting around us had mostly stopped by now but whether it was because everyone was dead or because they were all watching us I didn't know. I began pummeling him but he parried my attacks with ease and countered a few quite successfully. I have never been in a fistfight against someone who could actually beat me before. Nathan Umbra was soundly kicking my ass.
I couldn't win... Not by fighting hand to hand anyways... As a punch connected with my gut brought me to my knees a thought flashed through my mind. He punched towards me I grabbed his hand dived to the side and flung him through the broken doorway. Instantly The Liar put a bullet through his skull.
What did you think I was going to use that gun Megan made me take? Screw that.
I stood up and now surveyed the scene. Most of the proxies were dead. The few who were left didn't seem willing to fight anymore. I asked if any of them perhaps knew something about Portnoy but they said no and so we left.
Upon reaching home however someone met us.
He said he knew where Portnoy was.
He said his daughter had him.
On a hunch I asked his name.
As expected he looked confused for a second than merely left.
So... I think I know who the "she" The Blind Man mentioned is...
Now the question is how and why?
Oh another fun fact. There is another group or individual killing servants in the area. It appears to be another nest given that all the attacks involved birds. It would appear someone didn't get the message we sent via Dove but so far these ones seem to only be targeting servants so we can ignore them for now. Portnoy is the priority at the moment.
Well Portnoy and the Ne Timu
Let's go fuck up some proxies.
The Liar is actually coming with us for once.
How nice of her to grace us with her presence.
Everyone but me gets guns.
Dr. Malice have some pistols. You're main weapon is body swapping anyways.
Liar have a sniper rifle. You're gonna be our support since usually Portnoy is support but he's not here. Megan... You won't need it but you can have a pistol too. Ok fine I'll take a damn gun but I won't use it.
So we went to the proxy headquarters.
No plans... Winging it works better.
Screw it we're just going to do it this way from now on. Walk in kill everything simple and easy.
And this time if one of those god damn Ne Timu show up we're not just taking it.
These things aren't the fears they're a bunch of worthless backups.
If I had tried to punch Slendy in the face like I did that Dreslith thing I'd be dead by now.
So we headed up to the proxy location. The Liar did a far better job than I had expected her too...
I mean she was The Dying Man so I guess you know she was sort of a bad ass monster but really it's hard to remember that fact now...
Anyways point is she sniped three guys who tried to stop us as we approached and we made it to the front door.
Btw I know subtetly is the best idea usually but there is nothing more satisfying to me than walking right in through the front door.
In actual fact most of the time people are so used to subtle enemies that the front door is the least expected.
So anyways I proceeded to punch open the door which had the fortunate side effect of taking out someone who had been standing directly behind said door.
Marched in and waited. As expected guns and attention were turned to me.
I spoke in a conversational tone. "Hello I'm the one who murdered The Dove and his group. My name is The Muffin Man. You may have heard of me. A little while back some of my friends attacked you. Afterwards one of them went missing. Do any of you know where he went or what happened to him? I would point out I am at current asking nicely."
There was no response. Someone tried to shoot me but that's what the sniper is for.
"Is there someone in charge of this group?"
A tallish strong looking man with short brown hair and a goatee wearing a black trenchcoat and a rather peeved expression raised his hand which was currently holding a really heavy looking pistol. I don't know much about guns but I can guess that this was a weapon with quite a large amount of power.
"I'm Nathan Umbra. I'm currently in charge here. As for the person you're looking for I don't know anything about him but if something happened then it serves him right for trying to attack us." The man said.
Me: Nathan Umbra? Huh we share a name... Regardless... You really don't know what happened to him? That's a shame...
I turned to go and the world erupted into action. Guns went off from both sides and someone moved behind me. I turned knocking Nathan's gun aside as it fired. I allowed myself a moment of gloating. I must admit to being sort of an elitist when it comes to weapons. I assume that those who use them do so to make up for an inability to fight properly especially when it comes to guns. Kudos to Nathan for proving me wrong. I tried to punch him in the chest with my other hand but his own other hand caught mine. The others were all firing on each other but me and Nathan just stood locked for a few moments. We broke apart finally and he put his gun away. I foolishly assumed I could use that moment as a distraction. Bastard fended me off with one hand than gut punched me with the other as he finished. I stumbled back and recovered just in time to dodge a hook to the face. The shooting around us had mostly stopped by now but whether it was because everyone was dead or because they were all watching us I didn't know. I began pummeling him but he parried my attacks with ease and countered a few quite successfully. I have never been in a fistfight against someone who could actually beat me before. Nathan Umbra was soundly kicking my ass.
I couldn't win... Not by fighting hand to hand anyways... As a punch connected with my gut brought me to my knees a thought flashed through my mind. He punched towards me I grabbed his hand dived to the side and flung him through the broken doorway. Instantly The Liar put a bullet through his skull.
What did you think I was going to use that gun Megan made me take? Screw that.
I stood up and now surveyed the scene. Most of the proxies were dead. The few who were left didn't seem willing to fight anymore. I asked if any of them perhaps knew something about Portnoy but they said no and so we left.
Upon reaching home however someone met us.
He said he knew where Portnoy was.
He said his daughter had him.
On a hunch I asked his name.
As expected he looked confused for a second than merely left.
So... I think I know who the "she" The Blind Man mentioned is...
Now the question is how and why?
Oh another fun fact. There is another group or individual killing servants in the area. It appears to be another nest given that all the attacks involved birds. It would appear someone didn't get the message we sent via Dove but so far these ones seem to only be targeting servants so we can ignore them for now. Portnoy is the priority at the moment.
Well Portnoy and the Ne Timu
Monday 8 October 2012
Gods be damned!
Alternatively I punched a godlike being in the face today.
So yeah it seems like every elaborate plan... At least those more elaborate than go in and kill things (A la The Dove) gets bungled by forces outside my control.
So the plan was simple-y the most genius plan ever! Yeah... Yeah definitely...
Anyways...So the plan was to attack a number of places at once owned by different factions while pretending to be a different faction.
Ie attack The Slenderproxies while wrapped in strings.
Attack the Dolls/Puppets while... I don't know yelling slenderproxy stuff...
I don't really know...
The plan was really just a pretense to kill a lot of people and get away with it.
and it started off so well...
Me and Megan went together to attack the dolls while Dr. Malice and Portnoy attacked The Proxies.
We went in and almost immediately got attacked. Some loony comes running at us screaming about Grapefruits and waving a chainsaw. I dodged the wildly swinging but most importantly not turned on blade and took the guy down by his throat smashing his head into the ground hard enough to leave a crater.
Anyways this of course confused us but we had no idea what we were walking into...
Inside we came upon a scene from... Well I'd say kindergarten if kindergarteners had real weapons. The place was strewn with makeshift forts and the occasional gunshot as one fort attacked another.
I don't know why they were attacking each other. Suddenly Megan grabs me and begins forcibly marching me towards one of the forts. I could see strings embedded in her flesh. The gunshots ceased as I was escorted into the cramped little fort. There were two dolls standing at the "Gate" and one in the middle. The one in the middle was wearing a red dress with a black spiderweb design on it and wielding a staff. The staff was a red rod with a spool at the top and from the spool came a large number of strings. The strings going to the people around her except me. She was a controller. She smiled at me.
"Welcome to the war friend. I am Ariadne. We lost a squad earlier to those proxies so it's a good thing you arrived... I can't seem to get my strings in you so I assume you're a doll? That's good we need some elite troops." She said with a completely sincere smile. I watched her dumbstruck. She obviously believed everything she was saying. She honestly thought she was fighting a war against slenderproxies while she was instead sitting in a makeshift fort with two other guys shooting at another group of puppets... Who probably believed the exact same things she did... It occurred to me that these forts were not likely to actually be resistant to bullets but didn't seem to be riddled with bullet holes. I grabbed a gun from one of the puppets and examined it. It was empty. A thought occurred. I could hear gunshots. The guns were empty not blanks. Completely empty they shouldn't have been making a sound at all. The world started to fade out and I found myself looking out a window at a massed army of proxies outside on the streets. Bullets ricocheted off the wall by my head and I ducked inside. I pushed the puppet out of the way aimed out the window and fired. A proxy went down but there were so many of them. I kept firing. A bullet hit me in the shoulder and I stumbled back from the window. I heard Ariadne gasp. The pain was unbearable... But it wasn't real was it... It was just two damn box forts and a bunch of empty guns... So why did it hurt so badly... Why did I feel myself bleeding out... Why did Megan look so panicked as she knelt beside me with Ariadne. The scene flickered again and I was back in the box fort my shoulder fine all pain gone. I noticed Ariadne had pulled out a knife. She was going to try and remove the non existent bullet!
I pushed her away and got up shaking my arm to show that I was fine. She looked relieved. This was crazy. The scene started to shift again but I tried to resist. It seemed to work though I could still hear the bullets and the cries of non existent people dying. I saw the other puppet at the window fall back clutching his chest. I could see a bullet wound in his chest but at the same time I could see it wasn't really there. Despite this he was groaning and clutching at the wound and after a few seconds he fell silent. I checked him he was dead.
There was something seriously wrong going on here. I decided to try and end this before our imaginations killed us. I may have chosen the wrong way to do this. I stood up and kicked the fort down. The scene shifted again and I saw myself setting off a device which blew open the wall. Ariadne cried out in panic then turned on me. "Traitor you've killed us all!" She lunged at me and I tried to block but as her staff hit my hand the threads opened and spiders launched out onto my arm. I staggered back shaking my arm and she hit me in the chest with the staff. The proxies began swarming into the hole and Ariadne turned and began attacking non existent enemies. I got to my feet and grabbed her arms trying to restrain her. This also turned out to be a mistake. I watched one of the nonexistent proxies step forward and jab a blade through her chest and mine. We fell. The pain came again and I saw her thrashing in my vision than go still. I couldn't see Megan and the pain was getting worse. I told myself it wasn't real. I screamed it till blood started to pool in the back of my throat. A figure began to congeal from out of the air. I had seen him before... He was the guy... Er thing... It was the thing that had appeared to me in a dream during the whole Amalgam thing... "You're doing this..." I choked out through the blood and pain. He merely watched me but I knew I was right. "I won't let you..." The pain started to subside and then it was gone and I was back in the real world except he was still there. I got up and lunged for him. Ok so I guess given that his face is a mouth with eyes for teeth saying I punched him in the face isn't quite accurate but yeah I punched him right in the eye teeth! He shattered like glass and then we were all back. I saw the surviving puppet and Megan blink in surprise. I kncoked out the puppet and then headed to the other fort. One of them tried to shoot me but realized his gun wasn't loaded. There was as expected another controller in the other fort. A guy in a red robe with black star patterns. His strings didn't work on me and there were only 4 in the other fort beside him so this turned out pretty easy. The other 3 forts were wiser but still pretty confused. I didn't kill anyone though... It felt wrong to kill them after that. I fled with Megan once they were all down and we went to wait for The Dr. and Portnoy.
They didn't come back... Not for a long time. Eventually Dr. Malice came back alone. He told me what happened... He and Portnoy attacked. It was a small attack. They merely shot into the building a few times. Threw in a firebomb and then were supposed to flee. Unfortunately something went wrong. Dr. Malice fled as planned but he realized he had no clue where Portnoy was. The Proxies were searching the area but Dr. Malice tried to go back anyways. He killed a few died a few times but couldn't find Portnoy.
So I failed... The plan in general failed and we lost Portnoy...
Great...
I remembered the guys name though... Jack had referred to him... He's A Ne Timu... Dreslith was what Jack called him... I'm pretty sure...
So we're gonna have to go look for Portnoy and I think we've put off dealing with The Ne Timu for too long.
So yeah it seems like every elaborate plan... At least those more elaborate than go in and kill things (A la The Dove) gets bungled by forces outside my control.
So the plan was simple-y the most genius plan ever! Yeah... Yeah definitely...
Anyways...So the plan was to attack a number of places at once owned by different factions while pretending to be a different faction.
Ie attack The Slenderproxies while wrapped in strings.
Attack the Dolls/Puppets while... I don't know yelling slenderproxy stuff...
I don't really know...
The plan was really just a pretense to kill a lot of people and get away with it.
and it started off so well...
Me and Megan went together to attack the dolls while Dr. Malice and Portnoy attacked The Proxies.
We went in and almost immediately got attacked. Some loony comes running at us screaming about Grapefruits and waving a chainsaw. I dodged the wildly swinging but most importantly not turned on blade and took the guy down by his throat smashing his head into the ground hard enough to leave a crater.
Anyways this of course confused us but we had no idea what we were walking into...
Inside we came upon a scene from... Well I'd say kindergarten if kindergarteners had real weapons. The place was strewn with makeshift forts and the occasional gunshot as one fort attacked another.
I don't know why they were attacking each other. Suddenly Megan grabs me and begins forcibly marching me towards one of the forts. I could see strings embedded in her flesh. The gunshots ceased as I was escorted into the cramped little fort. There were two dolls standing at the "Gate" and one in the middle. The one in the middle was wearing a red dress with a black spiderweb design on it and wielding a staff. The staff was a red rod with a spool at the top and from the spool came a large number of strings. The strings going to the people around her except me. She was a controller. She smiled at me.
"Welcome to the war friend. I am Ariadne. We lost a squad earlier to those proxies so it's a good thing you arrived... I can't seem to get my strings in you so I assume you're a doll? That's good we need some elite troops." She said with a completely sincere smile. I watched her dumbstruck. She obviously believed everything she was saying. She honestly thought she was fighting a war against slenderproxies while she was instead sitting in a makeshift fort with two other guys shooting at another group of puppets... Who probably believed the exact same things she did... It occurred to me that these forts were not likely to actually be resistant to bullets but didn't seem to be riddled with bullet holes. I grabbed a gun from one of the puppets and examined it. It was empty. A thought occurred. I could hear gunshots. The guns were empty not blanks. Completely empty they shouldn't have been making a sound at all. The world started to fade out and I found myself looking out a window at a massed army of proxies outside on the streets. Bullets ricocheted off the wall by my head and I ducked inside. I pushed the puppet out of the way aimed out the window and fired. A proxy went down but there were so many of them. I kept firing. A bullet hit me in the shoulder and I stumbled back from the window. I heard Ariadne gasp. The pain was unbearable... But it wasn't real was it... It was just two damn box forts and a bunch of empty guns... So why did it hurt so badly... Why did I feel myself bleeding out... Why did Megan look so panicked as she knelt beside me with Ariadne. The scene flickered again and I was back in the box fort my shoulder fine all pain gone. I noticed Ariadne had pulled out a knife. She was going to try and remove the non existent bullet!
I pushed her away and got up shaking my arm to show that I was fine. She looked relieved. This was crazy. The scene started to shift again but I tried to resist. It seemed to work though I could still hear the bullets and the cries of non existent people dying. I saw the other puppet at the window fall back clutching his chest. I could see a bullet wound in his chest but at the same time I could see it wasn't really there. Despite this he was groaning and clutching at the wound and after a few seconds he fell silent. I checked him he was dead.
There was something seriously wrong going on here. I decided to try and end this before our imaginations killed us. I may have chosen the wrong way to do this. I stood up and kicked the fort down. The scene shifted again and I saw myself setting off a device which blew open the wall. Ariadne cried out in panic then turned on me. "Traitor you've killed us all!" She lunged at me and I tried to block but as her staff hit my hand the threads opened and spiders launched out onto my arm. I staggered back shaking my arm and she hit me in the chest with the staff. The proxies began swarming into the hole and Ariadne turned and began attacking non existent enemies. I got to my feet and grabbed her arms trying to restrain her. This also turned out to be a mistake. I watched one of the nonexistent proxies step forward and jab a blade through her chest and mine. We fell. The pain came again and I saw her thrashing in my vision than go still. I couldn't see Megan and the pain was getting worse. I told myself it wasn't real. I screamed it till blood started to pool in the back of my throat. A figure began to congeal from out of the air. I had seen him before... He was the guy... Er thing... It was the thing that had appeared to me in a dream during the whole Amalgam thing... "You're doing this..." I choked out through the blood and pain. He merely watched me but I knew I was right. "I won't let you..." The pain started to subside and then it was gone and I was back in the real world except he was still there. I got up and lunged for him. Ok so I guess given that his face is a mouth with eyes for teeth saying I punched him in the face isn't quite accurate but yeah I punched him right in the eye teeth! He shattered like glass and then we were all back. I saw the surviving puppet and Megan blink in surprise. I kncoked out the puppet and then headed to the other fort. One of them tried to shoot me but realized his gun wasn't loaded. There was as expected another controller in the other fort. A guy in a red robe with black star patterns. His strings didn't work on me and there were only 4 in the other fort beside him so this turned out pretty easy. The other 3 forts were wiser but still pretty confused. I didn't kill anyone though... It felt wrong to kill them after that. I fled with Megan once they were all down and we went to wait for The Dr. and Portnoy.
They didn't come back... Not for a long time. Eventually Dr. Malice came back alone. He told me what happened... He and Portnoy attacked. It was a small attack. They merely shot into the building a few times. Threw in a firebomb and then were supposed to flee. Unfortunately something went wrong. Dr. Malice fled as planned but he realized he had no clue where Portnoy was. The Proxies were searching the area but Dr. Malice tried to go back anyways. He killed a few died a few times but couldn't find Portnoy.
So I failed... The plan in general failed and we lost Portnoy...
Great...
I remembered the guys name though... Jack had referred to him... He's A Ne Timu... Dreslith was what Jack called him... I'm pretty sure...
So we're gonna have to go look for Portnoy and I think we've put off dealing with The Ne Timu for too long.
Thursday 4 October 2012
Reputation
What we did to The Dove and his group is starting to get around. Somewhat unfortunately but mostly fortunately no one seems to know it was us. My contact in the proxies didn't know it was us and laughed when I told her. I don't think she believed me. It seems most of them assume one of the other factions did it and they're all becoming afraid.
A bunch of scared Servants... No more master to guide them. A new batch of monsters all around them...
Well anything could happen here.
I aim to make sure that it does.
A bunch of scared Servants... No more master to guide them. A new batch of monsters all around them...
Well anything could happen here.
I aim to make sure that it does.
Tuesday 2 October 2012
The Dove
I killed a nest today by punching in his face till it was flat. Strangled the first two birds to come out and Megan took care of the rest inside of him by freezing the body.
The guard dead we entered The sordid little club they were using as a base.
The Doctor downed the closest two to the door with a pistol.
This managed to get their attention.
There were only about 5 of them in the entire place not counting the ones we killed. There was a woman on the stage. One guy alone in a corner and Three sitting by the stage.
I stepped forward.
Me: So which one of you is The Dove?
The Woman on the stage drew a knife from her rather scant outfit and drew it across her chest in one quick movement. Birds scrambled out of her wound and flew towards me.
Portnoy and Dr. Malice stepped to either side of me. Everyone but me and Megan were wielding guns. The Liar was again not with us for this fight. Anyways they both opened fire taking out the birds and The Woman.
One of the two near the stage started to stand and drew a knife. I darted toward him grabbed his wrist and then his neck and proceeded to choke him to death as the other three watched. There was a small part of me that wasn't sure you could choke a nest.
I tossed the body down.
"I'll ask one more time which of you is The Dove?"
The guy in the corner as expected stood up.
The Dove: Alright... I'm The Dove. I suppose yo-
Dr. Malice shot him. As he went down Dr. Malice and Portnoy turned their guns on the other two and finished it.
We burned the place down and left.
The guard dead we entered The sordid little club they were using as a base.
The Doctor downed the closest two to the door with a pistol.
This managed to get their attention.
There were only about 5 of them in the entire place not counting the ones we killed. There was a woman on the stage. One guy alone in a corner and Three sitting by the stage.
I stepped forward.
Me: So which one of you is The Dove?
The Woman on the stage drew a knife from her rather scant outfit and drew it across her chest in one quick movement. Birds scrambled out of her wound and flew towards me.
Portnoy and Dr. Malice stepped to either side of me. Everyone but me and Megan were wielding guns. The Liar was again not with us for this fight. Anyways they both opened fire taking out the birds and The Woman.
One of the two near the stage started to stand and drew a knife. I darted toward him grabbed his wrist and then his neck and proceeded to choke him to death as the other three watched. There was a small part of me that wasn't sure you could choke a nest.
I tossed the body down.
"I'll ask one more time which of you is The Dove?"
The guy in the corner as expected stood up.
The Dove: Alright... I'm The Dove. I suppose yo-
Dr. Malice shot him. As he went down Dr. Malice and Portnoy turned their guns on the other two and finished it.
We burned the place down and left.
Monday 1 October 2012
The best laid plans...
It seems like everything we try just goes wrong. No sorry just everything I try.
I try to save the world I make everything worse.
I try to right my wrong I make everything worse.
That feeling. The hopelessness I felt when affected by Hiiln... It's still with me. It didn't disappear when Dr. Malice brought me to my senses. It just faded. I can still feel it. I can't help but feel that it's still true.
Maybe Harold was right?
Maybe there's no point in continuing.
There's nothing we can do to fix this world. Even if we succeed Jack will just bring out more monsters and things will just get worse.
We were better off back with The Fears.
Oh I should mention that The Timberwolves have been entirely wiped out and The Proxies and Dolls have been fighting a losing battle against a group of Nests who've moved in under the command of a gy calling himself The Dove.
I'm inclined to just let them fight it out.
In fact why shouldn't I?
Because normal innocent people are dying every day these monsters remain in power. They're petty squabbling destroying cities.
But who am I to stop this?
I'm just one man.
... No I'm not just a man.
I'm The Muffin Man.
I'm going to get the others we're moving out tonight. We're going to take out these nests before they do anymore damage.
All my plans go down in flames...
Well then this time I'm going in without a plan.
It's time to get back to who I am.
Not Nathan Jilees. I'm The Muffin Man and The Muffin Man doesn't plan he just kills every mother fucker unlucky enough to get in his way.
I try to save the world I make everything worse.
I try to right my wrong I make everything worse.
That feeling. The hopelessness I felt when affected by Hiiln... It's still with me. It didn't disappear when Dr. Malice brought me to my senses. It just faded. I can still feel it. I can't help but feel that it's still true.
Maybe Harold was right?
Maybe there's no point in continuing.
There's nothing we can do to fix this world. Even if we succeed Jack will just bring out more monsters and things will just get worse.
We were better off back with The Fears.
Oh I should mention that The Timberwolves have been entirely wiped out and The Proxies and Dolls have been fighting a losing battle against a group of Nests who've moved in under the command of a gy calling himself The Dove.
I'm inclined to just let them fight it out.
In fact why shouldn't I?
Because normal innocent people are dying every day these monsters remain in power. They're petty squabbling destroying cities.
But who am I to stop this?
I'm just one man.
... No I'm not just a man.
I'm The Muffin Man.
I'm going to get the others we're moving out tonight. We're going to take out these nests before they do anymore damage.
All my plans go down in flames...
Well then this time I'm going in without a plan.
It's time to get back to who I am.
Not Nathan Jilees. I'm The Muffin Man and The Muffin Man doesn't plan he just kills every mother fucker unlucky enough to get in his way.
Saturday 29 September 2012
A conversation with a senile god.
This morning three archivists arrived to escort us to the archive.
We were blindfolded and a few hours later unblindfolded inside of a library of some sort. We were brought through the library.
Eventually we entered a room. There he was. The Blind Man was sitting at a desk. A female archivist handed him a cup of tea. "Thank you Sigma." The Blind Man said as he took the glass. The archivist turned and left quickly. We waited for a bit with nothing happening and then it occurred to me.
He couldn't tell we were there.
I spoke. "Hello. Blind Man?"
He looked up from his desk. He had eyes. They were a milky white colour.
TBM: Hello who's there? Are you the visitors I invited?
I nodded then realized that was stupid and said we were.
TBM: Ahh good... Does it bother you seeing what you've caused? The omnipotent creature. Master of memory. Now just a wretched old blind man confined to this desk. Spending my last moments writing down all I can remember as my memory slowly deteriorates. This was your doing. Does it bother you?
I shook my head realized I was doing it again and said no.
TBM: Of course not. Even now I'm just a monster to you. A defeated villain getting what I deserve.
He was quiet for a bit.
TBM: The Archivists all got their memories back. Even knowing what I took from them and seeing me as this decrepit creature they still revere me. Do you know why?
I didn't answer.
TBM: Because they still seek knowledge. Until I'm dead or my memory finally fails me I still know more than anyone else can. They set me to this task writing out everything I know. If my memory goes first I don't doubt they will avenge themselves upon me. Till then I am the greatest source of knowledge and they will revere me as such. Do you know what happened to the other fears?
I shook my head again and in my own irritation at my continued stupidity I yelled out no.
He winced.
TBM: What about you Dying Man?
The Liar: I don't know what happened to any of the others but me.
TBM: You're lucky. The fate of your brethren was mostly similar to the fate of your earlier self. They found themselves trapped in rotted and mortally wounded bodies and died. EAT has simply become water. The Brute has died of smoke inhalation. The Afterlife itself no longer exists. The Wooden Girl is just a normal doll now lying forgotten somewhere. The Newborn fell to pieces as The Tower crumbled. The Cold Boy died of Hypothermia. The Plague Doctor succumbed to his own diseases. I could go on but it's mostly the same... I know of their fates because The archivists told me. They know much. Some became normal beings. The Convocation and Intrusion merely lost their hivemind quality and reverted to basic insects and bugs. The Smiling Man is much the same, merely a mortal psychotic killer now. Yet for some strange reason she seems unchanged.
He became silent appearing lost in thought.
TBM: There was something important about her... Something I forgot... Something we all forgot. Alas I couldn't remember even when my mind is clear I'll be damned if I can remember anything with this deteriorating mind.
Me: Who is she?
TBM: Who is who?
Me: You were just talking about-
TBM: Who are you? Did one of The Archivists let you in here? Get out I don't want visitors!
An Archivist came and led us out. We were blindfolded again and brought home.
I don't feel bad about what I did. I only feel bad about what resulted.
We were blindfolded and a few hours later unblindfolded inside of a library of some sort. We were brought through the library.
Eventually we entered a room. There he was. The Blind Man was sitting at a desk. A female archivist handed him a cup of tea. "Thank you Sigma." The Blind Man said as he took the glass. The archivist turned and left quickly. We waited for a bit with nothing happening and then it occurred to me.
He couldn't tell we were there.
I spoke. "Hello. Blind Man?"
He looked up from his desk. He had eyes. They were a milky white colour.
TBM: Hello who's there? Are you the visitors I invited?
I nodded then realized that was stupid and said we were.
TBM: Ahh good... Does it bother you seeing what you've caused? The omnipotent creature. Master of memory. Now just a wretched old blind man confined to this desk. Spending my last moments writing down all I can remember as my memory slowly deteriorates. This was your doing. Does it bother you?
I shook my head realized I was doing it again and said no.
TBM: Of course not. Even now I'm just a monster to you. A defeated villain getting what I deserve.
He was quiet for a bit.
TBM: The Archivists all got their memories back. Even knowing what I took from them and seeing me as this decrepit creature they still revere me. Do you know why?
I didn't answer.
TBM: Because they still seek knowledge. Until I'm dead or my memory finally fails me I still know more than anyone else can. They set me to this task writing out everything I know. If my memory goes first I don't doubt they will avenge themselves upon me. Till then I am the greatest source of knowledge and they will revere me as such. Do you know what happened to the other fears?
I shook my head again and in my own irritation at my continued stupidity I yelled out no.
He winced.
TBM: What about you Dying Man?
The Liar: I don't know what happened to any of the others but me.
TBM: You're lucky. The fate of your brethren was mostly similar to the fate of your earlier self. They found themselves trapped in rotted and mortally wounded bodies and died. EAT has simply become water. The Brute has died of smoke inhalation. The Afterlife itself no longer exists. The Wooden Girl is just a normal doll now lying forgotten somewhere. The Newborn fell to pieces as The Tower crumbled. The Cold Boy died of Hypothermia. The Plague Doctor succumbed to his own diseases. I could go on but it's mostly the same... I know of their fates because The archivists told me. They know much. Some became normal beings. The Convocation and Intrusion merely lost their hivemind quality and reverted to basic insects and bugs. The Smiling Man is much the same, merely a mortal psychotic killer now. Yet for some strange reason she seems unchanged.
He became silent appearing lost in thought.
TBM: There was something important about her... Something I forgot... Something we all forgot. Alas I couldn't remember even when my mind is clear I'll be damned if I can remember anything with this deteriorating mind.
Me: Who is she?
TBM: Who is who?
Me: You were just talking about-
TBM: Who are you? Did one of The Archivists let you in here? Get out I don't want visitors!
An Archivist came and led us out. We were blindfolded again and brought home.
I don't feel bad about what I did. I only feel bad about what resulted.
Friday 28 September 2012
The Attack
Things went well... No wait the other thing.
Nothing ever goes well.
The Timberwolves were in a mansion. Apparently Dr. Malice took Portnoy from here.
We waited.
We prepared.
We timed it perfectly.
We knew the proxies were planning an attack.
Important note. My plan included a few more people than just me and Specter.
There was a thoughtborn by the name of Genome working with me who was the one who posted up the records and kept the site safe from prying eyes.
There were a number of other proxies and runners I had convinced to side with me who were meant to carry out the plans. Specter was only in charge of starting the plan and being the sacrifice that ended it. The others were supposed to activate the other calling points. This is important since it seems most of them are still alive and at the current point in time still loyal to me...
So been using them to keep us updated so we knew the proxies were planning to attack The Timberwolves.
Our plan hinged on this.
So what do you think happened when we started the plan and the proxies never showed up?
Everything went to shit. Worse yet the reason they never showed up decided to show up.
Wait show don't tell can't just tell you guys this shit you guys like to actually read my about my suffering. You sick bastards...
Anyways so Harold was positioned... Wait fuck Harold wasn't there... Who did we have Sniping? Portnoy? I think it was Portnoy.
Ok so we had portnoy with a gun on a roof. He was meant to take out anyone who tried to flee and alert us when The proxies showed up.
Dr. Malice being pretty much unkillable and unstoppable was going to go in the front.
Me and Megan were going to break in and attack them while they were focused on the Doc.
The Liar said she had other things to take care of and didn't come with us.
Understandable it's probably difficult adjusting to the fact one can now easily be killed plus I'm not sure how it works having 4 bodies that aren't all the same person anymore but I'm sure that can't be easy to deal with.
The plan started. Dr. Malice broke in through the front doors gunning people down and soon he'd engaged pretty much the entire place. Me and Megan found some windows and busted in taking out a few people before coming up on the Timberwolves from behind. Megan took out a few of them as did I. Now here's the thing. We were not planning to take them all out. That would have been impossible for our small band even with all our power. There were too many and as they began to get organized we fell back. The idea was mostly use ourselves as a diversion and to weaken them then let the proxies take them down. See we couldn't take them down on our own and the proxies wouldn't of taken them down on their own. The proxies were only attacking to weaken The Timberwolves and keep them suppressed. That was the basic thoughts of most of the nearby groups. The Timberwolves were too difficult to destroy but weak enough to be easily suppressed and ignored. They could easily take them down if they would work together but no one here would trust another servant group.
So we'll do what they won't. The proxies will come and find a drastically weakened and unprepared Timberwolves and end up wiping them out. After that the remaining Timberwolf branches will probably turn against the Proxies and get themselves wiped out while weakening The Proxies enough for us to take them down next. That was the plan. So as the tide began to turn we went on the defensive preparing to escape as soon as Portnoy informed us of the proxy's approach. We waited... we continued waiting... We panicked. We thought something must have happened to Portnoy. Then worse news came. Portnoy contacted us.
"There is someone coming."
Some. One.
A few seconds later he described the person..
"It appears to be a man. Wearing a long black robe and wide brimmed preacher hat. The light is reflecting off a number of silver chains but the glare is too high to see what they are. The hat obscures his face. He's moving very quickly though faster than a human should be able to move. Wait shit he raised his head... That's a s-"
He became completely silent then. My first thought was some preacher guy was coming. I assumed he must be a timberwolf maybe one of those rumoured apostles. I figured we were in big trouble. Then everything went to hell. The front doors near Dr. Malice opened and in stepped the figure. It was exactly as Portnoy described it. Except I could see what the silver chains were. They were part of a necklace holding a religious symbol as expected except the symbol was a strange mish mash of every religious symbol in existence at once.
Everyone stopped as we watched this figure. He strode in head down until he was standing in the middle of the area then he raised his head. His head was a black skull with two snake heads in the eyeholes, blood pouring out of the um noseholes and a forked tongue hanging out of the jaw. He raised his hand and there was a staff in his hand. It was gnarled wood and tipped with that same symbol. He spoke I can't remember what he said. It didn't matter. Nothing matters. As soon as I saw him I knew there was no point to anything. Everything I knew. Everything I believed was a lie. Everyone here knew it. The Archangel was the truth of religion this was the truth of existence. This was why we exist. This is why everything exists. We should just end it? But that would be equally pointless. No point in continuing no point in ending it. I might as well just sit down and do nothing. Any action is equally pointless.
It was Dr. Malice who snapped me out of it. He came over and shook me out of my stupor and then helped me awaken Megan. The Timberwolves were all just sitting around. Weapons lying on the floor randomly discarded. The man was gone. No one paid us any attention as we left.
Dr. Malice told me what The Man had said. "I am Hiiln. Your belief is a lie. I am the truth. I am the one and only truth. I am the way and the path. I am your god and your devil. I am Faith."
We collected Portnoy and got the hell out of there. The plan was a failure but chances are those Timberwolves won't be a threat in the future at least. He probably got the Proxies too...
When we got back and told The Liar about what happened she confirmed my suspicions. He was one of these new fears. These Ne Timu.
Just great.
Oh right we also got a very interesting present on our doorway.
An invitation.
From The Archive.
Nothing ever goes well.
The Timberwolves were in a mansion. Apparently Dr. Malice took Portnoy from here.
We waited.
We prepared.
We timed it perfectly.
We knew the proxies were planning an attack.
Important note. My plan included a few more people than just me and Specter.
There was a thoughtborn by the name of Genome working with me who was the one who posted up the records and kept the site safe from prying eyes.
There were a number of other proxies and runners I had convinced to side with me who were meant to carry out the plans. Specter was only in charge of starting the plan and being the sacrifice that ended it. The others were supposed to activate the other calling points. This is important since it seems most of them are still alive and at the current point in time still loyal to me...
So been using them to keep us updated so we knew the proxies were planning to attack The Timberwolves.
Our plan hinged on this.
So what do you think happened when we started the plan and the proxies never showed up?
Everything went to shit. Worse yet the reason they never showed up decided to show up.
Wait show don't tell can't just tell you guys this shit you guys like to actually read my about my suffering. You sick bastards...
Anyways so Harold was positioned... Wait fuck Harold wasn't there... Who did we have Sniping? Portnoy? I think it was Portnoy.
Ok so we had portnoy with a gun on a roof. He was meant to take out anyone who tried to flee and alert us when The proxies showed up.
Dr. Malice being pretty much unkillable and unstoppable was going to go in the front.
Me and Megan were going to break in and attack them while they were focused on the Doc.
The Liar said she had other things to take care of and didn't come with us.
Understandable it's probably difficult adjusting to the fact one can now easily be killed plus I'm not sure how it works having 4 bodies that aren't all the same person anymore but I'm sure that can't be easy to deal with.
The plan started. Dr. Malice broke in through the front doors gunning people down and soon he'd engaged pretty much the entire place. Me and Megan found some windows and busted in taking out a few people before coming up on the Timberwolves from behind. Megan took out a few of them as did I. Now here's the thing. We were not planning to take them all out. That would have been impossible for our small band even with all our power. There were too many and as they began to get organized we fell back. The idea was mostly use ourselves as a diversion and to weaken them then let the proxies take them down. See we couldn't take them down on our own and the proxies wouldn't of taken them down on their own. The proxies were only attacking to weaken The Timberwolves and keep them suppressed. That was the basic thoughts of most of the nearby groups. The Timberwolves were too difficult to destroy but weak enough to be easily suppressed and ignored. They could easily take them down if they would work together but no one here would trust another servant group.
So we'll do what they won't. The proxies will come and find a drastically weakened and unprepared Timberwolves and end up wiping them out. After that the remaining Timberwolf branches will probably turn against the Proxies and get themselves wiped out while weakening The Proxies enough for us to take them down next. That was the plan. So as the tide began to turn we went on the defensive preparing to escape as soon as Portnoy informed us of the proxy's approach. We waited... we continued waiting... We panicked. We thought something must have happened to Portnoy. Then worse news came. Portnoy contacted us.
"There is someone coming."
Some. One.
A few seconds later he described the person..
"It appears to be a man. Wearing a long black robe and wide brimmed preacher hat. The light is reflecting off a number of silver chains but the glare is too high to see what they are. The hat obscures his face. He's moving very quickly though faster than a human should be able to move. Wait shit he raised his head... That's a s-"
He became completely silent then. My first thought was some preacher guy was coming. I assumed he must be a timberwolf maybe one of those rumoured apostles. I figured we were in big trouble. Then everything went to hell. The front doors near Dr. Malice opened and in stepped the figure. It was exactly as Portnoy described it. Except I could see what the silver chains were. They were part of a necklace holding a religious symbol as expected except the symbol was a strange mish mash of every religious symbol in existence at once.
Everyone stopped as we watched this figure. He strode in head down until he was standing in the middle of the area then he raised his head. His head was a black skull with two snake heads in the eyeholes, blood pouring out of the um noseholes and a forked tongue hanging out of the jaw. He raised his hand and there was a staff in his hand. It was gnarled wood and tipped with that same symbol. He spoke I can't remember what he said. It didn't matter. Nothing matters. As soon as I saw him I knew there was no point to anything. Everything I knew. Everything I believed was a lie. Everyone here knew it. The Archangel was the truth of religion this was the truth of existence. This was why we exist. This is why everything exists. We should just end it? But that would be equally pointless. No point in continuing no point in ending it. I might as well just sit down and do nothing. Any action is equally pointless.
It was Dr. Malice who snapped me out of it. He came over and shook me out of my stupor and then helped me awaken Megan. The Timberwolves were all just sitting around. Weapons lying on the floor randomly discarded. The man was gone. No one paid us any attention as we left.
Dr. Malice told me what The Man had said. "I am Hiiln. Your belief is a lie. I am the truth. I am the one and only truth. I am the way and the path. I am your god and your devil. I am Faith."
We collected Portnoy and got the hell out of there. The plan was a failure but chances are those Timberwolves won't be a threat in the future at least. He probably got the Proxies too...
When we got back and told The Liar about what happened she confirmed my suspicions. He was one of these new fears. These Ne Timu.
Just great.
Oh right we also got a very interesting present on our doorway.
An invitation.
From The Archive.
Sunday 23 September 2012
So much has happened...
So we saved the motherfucking world. We destroyed The End. I reiterate we saved the motherfucking world and yet... Everyone everywhere is fucked.
The Fears are powerless, their servants are rising and causing havoc and a new group of creatures are coming out of the woodwork in the fears absence.
Jack was there as the walls came down bringing us back to the world we left to fight The End.
"Well done." He applauded us. "To keep this from getting confusing..." He smiled and snapped his fingers and this account was created. He told me to use it from now on.
"Now then we have quite a bit to talk about..."
Portnoy: Excuse me who the hell are you?
Jack: I'm the devil now shut up I'm talking. You've met Mairun and Dreislith?
Me: Who?
Jack: The water guy and the dream guy?
Me: Oh... Um I guess so?
Jack: Right... I can see in your small human mind you've made a name for them. They're not the fears so you call them The Unfears? How cute... Cute but wrong... In a way. They are called The Ne Timu. I could tell you what they are... or I can tell you what they are.
I could hear the bolding of those last three words...
Jack: Which would you prefer?
None of us spoke.
Jack: That's what I thought. For that I have to tell you a story. I have to tell you The Origins. How long have the fears existed?
Dr. Malice: Records of the Fears go back further than ever recorded history.
Jack: Wrong. They've existed for a little more than a year but have retroactively existed throughout time. I know this. I know this because I created them.
We said nothing stunned and disbelieving.
Jack: You don't seem to believe me... I could prove it but I won't. It's unimportant regardless. I created The Fears, I created The Amalgam, I created every bad thing that exists in any universe. I am the source of all suffering and pain. I am as I mentioned earlier The Devil. Not literally The Devil is an idea created by you humans but it's close enough to make the distinction unimportant.
I stammered something but I don't even remember what I was trying to say...
Jack: So I created The Fears and these Ne Timu. It was simple. A young woman who felt her life spinning out of her grasp wanted control and so I made her the mistress of strings. A man was afraid to die so I made him a creature who would never die. Another man wanted to see his dead lover again so I made him the afterlife. I granted simple wishes with a little corruption added in and I created servants to spread suffering and fear for my amusement. Of course a game isn't any fun if it's unwinnable so I created weaknesses. Nathan here discovered one of these weaknesses.
Me: The Quiet and Slender Man thing?
Jack: Yes. Also I commend you on your eloquence. How long do you think The Ne Timu have existed?
Dr. Malice: About a year but have existed retroactively since the beginning of time?
Jack: Not quite... They've existed for about... I just created them now but from this point on they've existed since the dawn of time. From this point on they have also been hiding in the Fears shadows waiting to be free since the dawn of time. You won the first game Nathan so I created another game. Beat this one too and I'll create another until you lose.
Me: Is that it? Just keep destroying godly beings until I die?
Jack: Yep. Well I guess you could appeal to the god equivalent. It doesn't tend to do much though and everything it tries to do tends to turn out wrong. For instance Portnoy there. His powers were a result of God's meddling. Didn't take The City long to turn that to it's advantage. There's also The Man In Grey. He's probably best equivalent to... The Grim Reaper I guess? He doesn't generally care about anything but his job though. So yeah barring a miracle you're stuck playing till you lose.
Harold: What if we kill you?
Jack: You think that's possible?
Harold: You said it yourself a game isn't any fun if it's unwinnable.
Jack: Ah but I'm not part of the game I'm just the opposing player or to be more modern... I guess I'm The Enemy A.I. director. You don't need to kill me to win you just need to defeat my creations.
Me: And victory wins us the highscore and another round?
Jack: Exactly. Now then I'd love to stay and chat but you have a reunion coming up and I have places to be.
With that he disappeared.
We talked for a bit about what we'd learned then suddenly a woman approached us.
Me: Um... Hi can we help y-
and then she punched me in the gut hard enough to wind me.
Woman: You bastard. You ruined everything and got me killed!
Me: ... *Cough* Holy shit Liar is that you?
The Liar: Yes it is. I don't have any powers anymore but I keep at least 5 of myself in existence at any time so there were still this one and 3 other me's alive out there somewhere when the one that was traveling with you died.
Me: Oh well glad you're alive...
The Liar: No thanks to you.
So she hurt me a bit more and then calmed down.
The Liar: The other fears who are still alive or existing aren't very happy with you either so expect quite a few more beatings like that. In fact I'd kill you but we need you alive to fix this mess you've caused.
Harold: Why bother? Nothing we do will fix anything? You heard Jack. Even if we fix these problems it will just get worse.
The Liar: Jack? What about Jack?
Me: I'll explain after though you should already know about it... Anyways Harold what do you suggest we do?
Harold: Nothing. Let things remain as they are. The Ne Timu are basically just the fears but with new names appearances and abilities. The servants will probably kill themselves off eventually. There's no point in fighting. We can't make things better only worse.
Me: No we have to do something.
Harold: You go ahead. I don't see the point. There's no more mistress I'm free to do whatever I want with nothing left to impose rules. No rules no order. I can get what I've wanted.
He started to leave.
Dr. Malice: Wait we'll need you!
Harold: Your fight is pointless my absence won't make it any more pointless.
He left on that and the rest of us headed back to my house where Portnoy quickly fell asleep on the couch and Megan went to go watch TV. Dr. Malice, The Liar and I sat down in the kitchen and made plans.
Our current plan as best we can figure it is to destroy the remaining servants.
The vast majority of them have clung to their old structures. Staying as large gangs and basically taking over parts of the world and fighting against the other servants.
The timberwolves as usual get the short end of the stick having gained no powers from their servitude and as such relying on their numbers to help them survive attacks from beings such as the nests, proxies and Cold ones.
Nests still have birds in them but the birds are no longer intelligent and just work for the nests sort of like hunting falcons in the old days.
Proxies seem to have all gained heightened physical abilities and some have even developed the branchy tendrils of their master.
Little is known about the Archivists thanks to their secrecy but it seems all those who's memories had been taken have had them returned so it's probably safe to assume the same goes for The Archivists.
Cold ones haven't changed at all really.
Willing Dolls haven't changed much either except now they're pulling their own strings somehow.
Puppets have all gained control of themselves though a few instead became what are now called controllers and have the ability to take control of others with their own strings.
Camper have all gone comatose.
Towerborn can now build upon themselves like their old master and Thoughtborn... Don't seem to have changed.
I can't think of any other servants atm so that's the situation at them moment.
Meanwhile The Ne Timu have started popping up here and there. We hear rumours of a man in crushed armor wandering around causing panic, A giant hand has emerged from the ground in places causing pople to become relentless self serving assholes and others have had horrible mental breakdowns accompanied by horrific hallucinations. There are other things but we have no idea how to deal with them yet so we're gonna focus on the Servants.
So we're about to attack a Timberwolf group try and eliminate the weakest first.
and now you're all caught up.
The Fears are powerless, their servants are rising and causing havoc and a new group of creatures are coming out of the woodwork in the fears absence.
Jack was there as the walls came down bringing us back to the world we left to fight The End.
"Well done." He applauded us. "To keep this from getting confusing..." He smiled and snapped his fingers and this account was created. He told me to use it from now on.
"Now then we have quite a bit to talk about..."
Portnoy: Excuse me who the hell are you?
Jack: I'm the devil now shut up I'm talking. You've met Mairun and Dreislith?
Me: Who?
Jack: The water guy and the dream guy?
Me: Oh... Um I guess so?
Jack: Right... I can see in your small human mind you've made a name for them. They're not the fears so you call them The Unfears? How cute... Cute but wrong... In a way. They are called The Ne Timu. I could tell you what they are... or I can tell you what they are.
I could hear the bolding of those last three words...
Jack: Which would you prefer?
None of us spoke.
Jack: That's what I thought. For that I have to tell you a story. I have to tell you The Origins. How long have the fears existed?
Dr. Malice: Records of the Fears go back further than ever recorded history.
Jack: Wrong. They've existed for a little more than a year but have retroactively existed throughout time. I know this. I know this because I created them.
We said nothing stunned and disbelieving.
Jack: You don't seem to believe me... I could prove it but I won't. It's unimportant regardless. I created The Fears, I created The Amalgam, I created every bad thing that exists in any universe. I am the source of all suffering and pain. I am as I mentioned earlier The Devil. Not literally The Devil is an idea created by you humans but it's close enough to make the distinction unimportant.
I stammered something but I don't even remember what I was trying to say...
Jack: So I created The Fears and these Ne Timu. It was simple. A young woman who felt her life spinning out of her grasp wanted control and so I made her the mistress of strings. A man was afraid to die so I made him a creature who would never die. Another man wanted to see his dead lover again so I made him the afterlife. I granted simple wishes with a little corruption added in and I created servants to spread suffering and fear for my amusement. Of course a game isn't any fun if it's unwinnable so I created weaknesses. Nathan here discovered one of these weaknesses.
Me: The Quiet and Slender Man thing?
Jack: Yes. Also I commend you on your eloquence. How long do you think The Ne Timu have existed?
Dr. Malice: About a year but have existed retroactively since the beginning of time?
Jack: Not quite... They've existed for about... I just created them now but from this point on they've existed since the dawn of time. From this point on they have also been hiding in the Fears shadows waiting to be free since the dawn of time. You won the first game Nathan so I created another game. Beat this one too and I'll create another until you lose.
Me: Is that it? Just keep destroying godly beings until I die?
Jack: Yep. Well I guess you could appeal to the god equivalent. It doesn't tend to do much though and everything it tries to do tends to turn out wrong. For instance Portnoy there. His powers were a result of God's meddling. Didn't take The City long to turn that to it's advantage. There's also The Man In Grey. He's probably best equivalent to... The Grim Reaper I guess? He doesn't generally care about anything but his job though. So yeah barring a miracle you're stuck playing till you lose.
Harold: What if we kill you?
Jack: You think that's possible?
Harold: You said it yourself a game isn't any fun if it's unwinnable.
Jack: Ah but I'm not part of the game I'm just the opposing player or to be more modern... I guess I'm The Enemy A.I. director. You don't need to kill me to win you just need to defeat my creations.
Me: And victory wins us the highscore and another round?
Jack: Exactly. Now then I'd love to stay and chat but you have a reunion coming up and I have places to be.
With that he disappeared.
We talked for a bit about what we'd learned then suddenly a woman approached us.
Me: Um... Hi can we help y-
and then she punched me in the gut hard enough to wind me.
Woman: You bastard. You ruined everything and got me killed!
Me: ... *Cough* Holy shit Liar is that you?
The Liar: Yes it is. I don't have any powers anymore but I keep at least 5 of myself in existence at any time so there were still this one and 3 other me's alive out there somewhere when the one that was traveling with you died.
Me: Oh well glad you're alive...
The Liar: No thanks to you.
So she hurt me a bit more and then calmed down.
The Liar: The other fears who are still alive or existing aren't very happy with you either so expect quite a few more beatings like that. In fact I'd kill you but we need you alive to fix this mess you've caused.
Harold: Why bother? Nothing we do will fix anything? You heard Jack. Even if we fix these problems it will just get worse.
The Liar: Jack? What about Jack?
Me: I'll explain after though you should already know about it... Anyways Harold what do you suggest we do?
Harold: Nothing. Let things remain as they are. The Ne Timu are basically just the fears but with new names appearances and abilities. The servants will probably kill themselves off eventually. There's no point in fighting. We can't make things better only worse.
Me: No we have to do something.
Harold: You go ahead. I don't see the point. There's no more mistress I'm free to do whatever I want with nothing left to impose rules. No rules no order. I can get what I've wanted.
He started to leave.
Dr. Malice: Wait we'll need you!
Harold: Your fight is pointless my absence won't make it any more pointless.
He left on that and the rest of us headed back to my house where Portnoy quickly fell asleep on the couch and Megan went to go watch TV. Dr. Malice, The Liar and I sat down in the kitchen and made plans.
Our current plan as best we can figure it is to destroy the remaining servants.
The vast majority of them have clung to their old structures. Staying as large gangs and basically taking over parts of the world and fighting against the other servants.
The timberwolves as usual get the short end of the stick having gained no powers from their servitude and as such relying on their numbers to help them survive attacks from beings such as the nests, proxies and Cold ones.
Nests still have birds in them but the birds are no longer intelligent and just work for the nests sort of like hunting falcons in the old days.
Proxies seem to have all gained heightened physical abilities and some have even developed the branchy tendrils of their master.
Little is known about the Archivists thanks to their secrecy but it seems all those who's memories had been taken have had them returned so it's probably safe to assume the same goes for The Archivists.
Cold ones haven't changed at all really.
Willing Dolls haven't changed much either except now they're pulling their own strings somehow.
Puppets have all gained control of themselves though a few instead became what are now called controllers and have the ability to take control of others with their own strings.
Camper have all gone comatose.
Towerborn can now build upon themselves like their old master and Thoughtborn... Don't seem to have changed.
I can't think of any other servants atm so that's the situation at them moment.
Meanwhile The Ne Timu have started popping up here and there. We hear rumours of a man in crushed armor wandering around causing panic, A giant hand has emerged from the ground in places causing pople to become relentless self serving assholes and others have had horrible mental breakdowns accompanied by horrific hallucinations. There are other things but we have no idea how to deal with them yet so we're gonna focus on the Servants.
So we're about to attack a Timberwolf group try and eliminate the weakest first.
and now you're all caught up.
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