sttttttttttttory time

once upon a time there was a little boy a little boy a little boy a litttle boy

he hadnt many friends none at all and spent his days alone uncared for unloved

his closest companions were the books he read and the toys he had but he was not lonely

 no no no he was never lonely

he had an imaginary friend a friend a ffffffffffffriend they played together he lived in the mirror in his

shadow in the light that danced inside his eyelids when he stared into the sun

but he made another friend after one fateful day

the little boy was bullied he had moved he was different even his own brother his twin his flesh of his

flesh blood of his blood turned on him

his friend could not help him when they beat him broke him pushed him off the playground

he met his new friend in the park one afternoon he was imaginary like his other but he was big big he

was tall he was dressed like a lawyer or an agent

they played in the park he watched over him at night he sang to him late in the night he took him

places showed him things impossible horrifying alluring

the little boys who bullied never came home one day not deassd just gone the town mourned the boy

did not his brother wasn’t nice but they ignored each other

his old imaginary friend was afraid of the new one when he was there he hid in the boys shadow in

the corners of the mirror

only he knew that the boys were not gone they were dead the boy had stab stabbb stab stab each of

them and the new friend took them away

the old friend made a deal with the new he would take him instead he would be his shield he would

give himself over

never be bothered again they would never be together again none of them would ever be together

again again once more

the new left and the old lost his mind and hid in its depths until the boy woke him uphe had forgotten

the boy but the boy taught him friendship and love again and everything came back

his only remembrance was staring into the sun into the light the boy loved the light and feared what

lurked in the dark the light was his friend

his oldest friend thought he was dead but he sleeps again

his oldest friend will remain his strength until the last of the plaster is chipped away

Lighting up the night

HAHAHA OH MAAAAN

Last Night was AWESOME

Ron and I rode around in my friend Ruben's car, looking for buildings with Operator symbols o them in Charlestown. We must've torched 4,5 buildings at least.


For a single Night, We covered the neighoorhood in light.

This is my war statement. As long as there is Light there is hope for a new day, a new Dawn.

Ron and I, we Lit up the Night!

But not for long, dear one. Not for long~

Last Night/Plans

Last Night was Crazy. I got a taxi to the block near YG and Liam's Hotel (name redacted due to safety) and there was a warzone out there. Two dudes with handguns, and a few more, maybe five with clubs and stuff. I got the jump on the two with handguns, hitting them both with blows to the back of the head, but the other proxies saw me and some of them broke off to attack me.

Hell, guys, I'm not cut out for fighting. One on one I can kind of do, but two on one isnt fair at all. I'm a little sore.

Liam was a help though and together we took care of those goons. I got clocked in the head though by one with a club. You know the phrase seeing stars? Its true. I saw the fuckin' galaxy.

I had to leave, I wasn't of any use to anybody. I made it back home, typed something up and got back here.



But something good came out of this: They were shouting street locations as they were running away.

They thought I was out cold, but I was still coherent enough to hear.

I got some plans to light up the night.

Wild Night

Im more battered than a pinata at an old folks home. That is to say, a little bruised but mostly alright.

More to follow  in the morning, but I think YG and Liam can handle it from where I left off.

full details in morning. sleep now.

YG, LIAM!

They are under attack. I have their location.

I'll be there in ten minutes. HOLD OUT GUYS!

I have three primed lighter bombs in my pockets and a fencing foil...

Please hold out, guys.

Today

Met up with Ron about ten minutes after posting today.

We went searching around the Hill.

Fun Fact: Bunker Hill doesn't exist anymore. The hill the Monument is on is Bree's Hill. Bunker Hill got flattened to expand Boston's landmass.

Where was I. Oh yeah, Ron and I are going around the hill. He says he thought some hunted people, but I doubt it. Bree's Hill isn't exactly the best neighborhood in Boston, you know? Odds are they are strung out on drugs  on a Tuesday afternoon.

After a while though, we hit pay dirt. There was this house, no, a shack. Rotted house, covered in spray paint. This crazy old dude, bellowing about Slendy and not getting taken alive. He leapt out of the closet and attacked us but Ron and I overpwered him. Ron tackled him to the ground after he attacked me.

He wasn't helpful and wouldn't let us help him, but he managed to tell us that Bartlett Street had a bunch of agents and proxies on it. Recruiting, (I don't really get how one "recruits")

I'm pretty sure he lied to us, because there were no proxies or Agents but fucking Slenderbro was everywhere. I barely avoided shitting myself but managed to splash him with the full contents of my bottle of liquid LSD. I'm out of that stuff now.

But that hardly mattered. The LSD only barely slowed it down this time. Ron and I booked it up some fire escape and onto a roof. He just stood there, watching us.

Ron...Ron doesn't know this, but I was going to rush him, a second before he left. I was prepping myself mentally.

But we made it away unharmed and unmoved. That's what matters.

I'm taking Ron up on dinner. I'll call you, man.

Game Plan

Meeting Ron after breakfast today. We're goin' exploring!


Site redacted until after the trip.


Also Ron, mozz sticks at this time in the morning? Burgers are for after 11 at LEAST.



I have some new stuff but I don't wanna spoil the surprise~~~