what
wahrht the FUCK You fucking asshole. Dont come onto MY FUCKING blog and post this snarky ass shit when MY BROTHER IS FUCKING DEAD. DO YOU GET THAT YOU HORSESHIT EATING LITTLE FUCK?!? JACOB IS DEAD YOUR GAME IS OVER IF YOU DONT GWT THIS SHIT OFF MY BLOG I WILL FUCKING CUT OFF YOUR DICK
This isnt a goddamn game MY BROTHER HAS ACTUALLY DIED DO YOU GET IT
POST AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING DISEMBOWEL YOU
GODDAMNIT GOD FUCKING DAMNIT
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
It BeGiNs
Hello.
I think this was the color I was using. I just wanted to step in and say that when I next get a chance to speak I'm going to explain a few things, including who I am. "Danillinthelionsden". I am annoying, yes, but the Five have forgotten that Danill also helped out the Party too, in time. For now though, I'm in trouble. I'm in the Lion's Den.
You won't believe me. You won't love me. I don't care.
We'll all be in this Lion's Den unless you, the Five, listen to me.
I think this was the color I was using. I just wanted to step in and say that when I next get a chance to speak I'm going to explain a few things, including who I am. "Danillinthelionsden". I am annoying, yes, but the Five have forgotten that Danill also helped out the Party too, in time. For now though, I'm in trouble. I'm in the Lion's Den.
You won't believe me. You won't love me. I don't care.
We'll all be in this Lion's Den unless you, the Five, listen to me.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Disaster Part III
Jacob is dead.
The police are looking for the people who did it, and they've put down all we know. They don't seem ready to jump on the cult conspiracy bandwagon, but fuck that.
We don't know where A.S. is, but I at least think he can take care of himself. I think he's past suicide at this point. I hope so at least.
Anyway.
The police are looking for the people who did it, and they've put down all we know. They don't seem ready to jump on the cult conspiracy bandwagon, but fuck that.
We don't know where A.S. is, but I at least think he can take care of himself. I think he's past suicide at this point. I hope so at least.
Anyway.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Disaster Part II
So I guess I'm the level head now. I'll do my best.
Basically, later that night when A.S. saw the figures, he heard some strange sounds in the house. At first he didn't react but they didn't go away. He thought he heard footsteps n stuff like that going around downstairs
He went outside and started looking around. He didn't see anything but then he decided to go check on Jacob and he was gone.
I'm done. not saying anymore right now. but you can guess
Basically, later that night when A.S. saw the figures, he heard some strange sounds in the house. At first he didn't react but they didn't go away. He thought he heard footsteps n stuff like that going around downstairs
He went outside and started looking around. He didn't see anything but then he decided to go check on Jacob and he was gone.
I'm done. not saying anymore right now. but you can guess
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Disaster
Hey everyone.
A.S. isn't going to be feeling well for awhile but he gave me the blog's password. We just wanted to apologize for a lack of recent updates. Something terrible has happened. Something that has me more scared than ever. Only my faith in my friends is making me brave enough to post this. And even then, we've
fuck
Sorry, I don't swear very much. I'm going to have to post this in parts.
The first part is pretty simple.
It all started when A.S. started noticing the figures again outside his house. Except this time there were a lot of them. All wearing the robes from the sewers. Worse part is, his parents are out of town for a little bit, so he didn't know what to do. He told me that he figured he'd indulge his curiosity and see what they were up to.
but Now he's probably not going to be indulging it too much
god
He should've just made them go away. Maybe all this would stop.
Speaking of stopping. I'm sorry I have to stop
A.S. isn't going to be feeling well for awhile but he gave me the blog's password. We just wanted to apologize for a lack of recent updates. Something terrible has happened. Something that has me more scared than ever. Only my faith in my friends is making me brave enough to post this. And even then, we've
fuck
Sorry, I don't swear very much. I'm going to have to post this in parts.
The first part is pretty simple.
It all started when A.S. started noticing the figures again outside his house. Except this time there were a lot of them. All wearing the robes from the sewers. Worse part is, his parents are out of town for a little bit, so he didn't know what to do. He told me that he figured he'd indulge his curiosity and see what they were up to.
but Now he's probably not going to be indulging it too much
god
He should've just made them go away. Maybe all this would stop.
Speaking of stopping. I'm sorry I have to stop
Saturday, September 6, 2014
We Were Wrong
We were wrong about many things, in fact.
Qom went back to the sewers and we went with him--all of us. It didn't seem like a good idea, and it wasn't. Because I'm gonna drop a fucking bombshell on you all--the cult is real, and it lives in the sewers of Alberta.
I brought a camera with me and as soon as those hooded goons came out of hiding. They were yelling things at both each other and at us, and I really can't rightly say which one was fucking scarier. But I snapped their pictures and off we dashed, splashing around in the fucking horrible shit water. They must've given up the chase at some point, because we had to boost each other out. The shit got all over our hands, but we were pretty well covered from all the splashing.
I was gonna post the picture up here ASAP, as proof, but low and behold, as night fell over my place of residence, I heard the distinct sound of glass shattering. I grabbed my bowie knife and dashed downstairs, but they were quick bastards. I guess I shouldn't have left the thing containing anti-cult evidence out in the open. I saw them down the street, running, still wearing those goddamn robes. I could've jumped on a bike or something and gone after them, but I was too stunned. Because now I think it's safe to say--like my window, our collective view of this town has been shattered.
We've talked about it at great motherfucking length. We're gonna get to the bottom of this. It could still be a prank, but the way they yelled at us down in those tunnels--I don't say this often, but I don't think I'll easily forget that.
Stay tuned. Maybe keep us in your wishes. If you're even reading us, that is.
Qom went back to the sewers and we went with him--all of us. It didn't seem like a good idea, and it wasn't. Because I'm gonna drop a fucking bombshell on you all--the cult is real, and it lives in the sewers of Alberta.
I brought a camera with me and as soon as those hooded goons came out of hiding. They were yelling things at both each other and at us, and I really can't rightly say which one was fucking scarier. But I snapped their pictures and off we dashed, splashing around in the fucking horrible shit water. They must've given up the chase at some point, because we had to boost each other out. The shit got all over our hands, but we were pretty well covered from all the splashing.
I was gonna post the picture up here ASAP, as proof, but low and behold, as night fell over my place of residence, I heard the distinct sound of glass shattering. I grabbed my bowie knife and dashed downstairs, but they were quick bastards. I guess I shouldn't have left the thing containing anti-cult evidence out in the open. I saw them down the street, running, still wearing those goddamn robes. I could've jumped on a bike or something and gone after them, but I was too stunned. Because now I think it's safe to say--like my window, our collective view of this town has been shattered.
We've talked about it at great motherfucking length. We're gonna get to the bottom of this. It could still be a prank, but the way they yelled at us down in those tunnels--I don't say this often, but I don't think I'll easily forget that.
Stay tuned. Maybe keep us in your wishes. If you're even reading us, that is.
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