I have such a fucking headache

So... three days in The Empty City equals what...? four weeks out here? How the fuck does that even...?

oh forget it. hurts to even TRY to think about it


first things first... or i guess this is seconnd... whatever. I'M ALIVE. whoever is surprised, raise their hand. I sure as hell am. I thought I was just... going to land up as one of those shadows. "Nightlanders" or whatever. Those freaks certainly seemed interested enough in me... but I got out. Only one who did, as far as I can tell. i don't know why i made it. I shouldn't have. No fucking way. Not after how all the others....

I should be dead

but i'm not

My eye is fucking GONE and one arm is a bit buggered plus your assortment of burns and cuts and... somethings. Can't quite figure out what the HELL made some of these marks. I just... I don't remember. I remember... shreds. Like picking a paper from water. coming in bits and pieces, all blurred and misplaced with each other. But I do know... that I ran. Mumbles dragged me from that hell hole in that bloody "Eden" - the lush impossibility encased in a city of stone. City of Echos...


only one 'Echo' was needed though.


"Proxy Bob" is finally at peace. or I hope so. He's in the Nothing now. Sam was always so afraid of the NothingNothingNothingNothingNothinggggBUT there were... other things in there. Other things that had been thrown into the... tear.... over time. the tear in Eden. The flaw. The GLITCH.

The Door.

Swinging on broken hinges.

back and forth and forth and back...









my god my head hurts



that thing got out.

a soldier of the Brute. something dangerous. something DEVASTATING and world ending. world changing...


The Harbinger.


he's old. Over half a century has passed since his time. Cypher said something about how he was the one who made the trek through ALL the realms on a quest for knowledge. Ultimate knowledge. A man... a human man, who destroyed everything he had for it. His work. His family. And then his Life. His quest finally ending.... in the Silence of The Quiet. Right along with everything else that had been lost in there. Right along with The Brute, a Fear of War and Flame and Death...

 Every so often, a sacrifice must be made. A soul forged in just the right way (Wrong Way?) by The Attendance to keep the Tear stable.

The sacrifice this time... was meant to be Dr. Marsh.

But when REDFUCK threw him in, the moron intended to use "Echo" as bait. To lure The Brute close enough to absorb him.


Anyone with half a brain cell would call it mad. But it makes perfect sense to those with a god complex, apparently. The Brute would have torn through him like a Pitt-bull through one of those fluffy dog toys with the squeak inside. But.... fortune was in his favor, as it always FUCKING SEEMS TO BE. And at the time he threw Dr. Marsh IN... something ELSE was thrown OUT. That same human from years ago...

only not so much human anymore


i've never seen... eyes that burn like that. Hellfire. Just fire and rage an ABYSS OF HEAT shrouded in SMOKE from every BREATH he took and his skin was ash and I....



he obliterated us


we had an army

and we were obliterated

we tried to fight but... but this wasn't like the fights from before. This wasn't us vs The Crimson Court or us vs some Freak of Nature...

We were fighting an Embodiment of Hell. Ultimate Destruction burning hot in the charred shell of what remained of a Misguided Husband and Father. And we.... burned. at least, those who were lucky did. I can still hear that screaming. Others found crueler fates. Others were drawn into the Tear. And others were... turned. Crimson Knights. Eyes of Fire and Skin of Ash. A growing army of His Own to sick upon an already-burdened world...





Cypher... ordered a retreat. Screamed for everyone to run. There was no point in being there. No point in any of it. He didn't want to see his Team, his family, die like that. They deserved better. I don't give a shit what any of you think of them, they did NOT deserve to die like that... not... like that...

Luke himself didn't make it.

The burnt and burning remains of that fucker "Samael" got to him

That self-proclaimed "Angel" should have BURNED WITH THE REST OF EDEN

but no

he took my friend instead

The last remains of "Luke Cypher" were overtaken by that son of a bitch right in front of me. And I couldn't do a damn thing for him.


All I could do was run away. Back into The City.

And that's when I saw HIM.

The Glory-Be Redfuckery Himself.

Still SMOLDERING from the ass-kicking he took at the will of The Harbinger... but alive. Very much alive. Retreating like all us COMMON SIMPLE FOLK into The City. Staggering and WEAK but SO DAMN ALIVE...

I ran after him.


After that... things get... fuzzy. I don't remember a lot of it...

something else happened

but I know in my gut... that the job isn't finished

I can feel it. Redlight is still alive.  He got AWAY.

But I'll find him.


I don't CARE if the world is BURNING TO ASHES by the time I find him!! He is going to DIE and he will DIE by MY OWN HANDS AROUND HIS MISERABLE THROAT!!!!




something has to come from this

something has to be won







if my head would just.... stop... pounding....



I guess there's nothing else to say for now... except that we lost.

sorry