A wandering spirit comes to a fork in the road.

One path leads to Heaven,

 the other to Hell.

On each side of the fork lies two guides.

One is a pathological liar.

The other is forced to tell the truth.

How does the lost soul figure out which one is lying?

him & Him

It seems that with every step I fucking take I seem to sink further into this hole.

Fuck it, I'm not good at being all metaphorical and shit.

I don't know what to really say, really. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I'm at a loss for words.

Last night I was meeting someone I knew before this all started. Names aren't important. You'll never meet her. Not after what fucking happened.

The afternoon went by pretty well. No complaints. But then it seems as soon as the sun goes down the trouble starts.

He was there.

It was fucking different this time. Normally after He goes "woah-look-at-me-flailing-my-tentacle-arms" I just run for it and problem solved.

Why the fuck did He have to do that to her.

He popped up. What's-his-fucking-face. Blue eye boy. Except he was different too. He had this fucking mask, "Oh, just because I'm wearing a mask, you can't tell it's me!" Give me a fucking break.

Okay, I didn't realize it was him at first. Whatever. I don't remember much.

He attacked me.

Things got fuzzy.

Things got painful.

She didn't stand a chance.

Next thing I knew I was soaked in blood.

It wasn't mine.

She was gone.

This fucking thing must be a stupid jinx. Why the hell would anyone tell people about what happened?

Fuck.

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One last fucking thing - Who the hell is this Blayze person everyone's comparing me too? Hello? Mental much? It's just me out there. No one else.

Not much to say

Let's cut to the chase - I know this is why you're interested in this piece of internet data on the internet, but whatever.

If you want to call me anything, I'll respond to Snow. And if someone makes a Snow White joke I will fucking rip your head out and shove it up your ass.

Now that we got that out of the way.

I'm being followed. By two things. One - our friendly neighborhood tall stalker, and Two - by this guy. I guess you would consider him a proxy. Whatever, he's annoying. And he's everywhere. Oh my god, like get the fuck away from me. Jesus Christ. It's getting to the point where the guy's more noticeable than  McDouchepants Tallman. Seriously. The way that little fucker stands out in the crowd. His crystal eyes just seem to glow. You know he's there right away because you fucking step out into the world and suddenly these two blue shining things are focused at you.

And he knows it fucking annoys me. He has to. I've never fucking talked to him before in my life - hell, I don't know the little fucker's name, but he has to know. Is he a proxy? No fucking clue. Maybe? All he does is stand there like a cunt. No other explanations for now.


Now. Back to Mister Douchebag.

He started following me about nine weeks ago. I started moving around two weeks ago. Right now I currently have base set up in this town in the middle of some state on the west coast. Oregon? Washington? Fuck if I know.

I think that's enough for me. Blah blah blah blah blah. Introductions and shit.

I'll try not to strangle any of you. No promises.

God damn.