Sunday, September 18, 2011

And here we are and there we go

First order of business, we're alive. We're safe-ish. We're recovering. But we have missing and... I'm not okay with what happened.

I cannot begin to describe how thoroughly pissed off I am about... everything- How easily we were trounced, how that overpowered bastard tore apart our house and hurt my family, how MASC has been twisting our arms to make us accept their "patronage." I do not appreciate threats, veiled or not. Money is another matter, and I hope that doesn't make me a gold-digger for letting that influence my decisions.

I REALLY don't appreciate the fact that, from what they knew about us before they started asking their questions, they had to have been watching us for WEEKS. They could have intervened at any time but chose to only begin firing at the last minute. I mean, granted things happened pretty darn quick, but you'd think someone beating the crap out of people and tearing apart a large structure with his freaking MIND would be a target they'd want to take down ASAP.

Bleh... I am so not happy, and it has nothing to do with being beat to crap and back. At least MASC is letting us go home today, to "look at the place;" they insist it isn't livable, and it isn't safe. They seem to think we should stay with them and be happy for the protection. I might have taken them up on it if any of my friends were interested; they're not. They can't legally hold us, no matter their threats. It's the threats that make me not trust them even more than their hesitation in saving our frikkin lives. And since I'm in their custody and using one of their computers, I'm sure they'd read this even if they aren't already monitoring our blogs.

I don't want to say thankfully only two people died in the attack because that is two people too many, even if one of them was an enemy. But we also have missing... Tim and Drake... are lost; Lullaby... we know who has her, though we don't know where. I'd almost prefer she was missing still and not in his hands. MASC says they're looking but after they were apparently attacked a second time while picking over the mansion, I don't know how much effort they're putting into it. I don't know who attacked them either. They weren't very clear. All I know is that it wasn't Thuggee, though his latest blog post is puzzling then, since he insisted in his gratuitous, self-aggrandizing, masturbatory murder-fest that he disintegrated the bullets fired by MASC.  

But we're going home. I don't care what the mansion looks like. If Drake or Tim or Lulls come back, that's where they know to go. Ecko showed up at the mansion the next day, so I know the others might still come back there too. And as bad as our injuries are, the little spirits of the place will help us heal. I know it. We'll heal faster there. Come hell or high water we are going home.

And are we really in more danger there than anywhere else? I don't think so. MASC twisted my arm... not with their threats but with the offer of money. I haven't seen the mansion yet, but I know it's in bad shape from the attack. And in accepting their money, I had to accept their presence in the mansion. They're making us house a half dozen men (argued DOWN, I assure you), but in exchange they'll rebuild the place and put in cameras with CCTV and "patrol the perimeter." (I can't say that last part without feeling like I'm in a war movie... I hate war movies...) And money for food since that reject from a dead assassin's cult tore up the garden and woods too from what MASC has told me. The cover story is apparently a localized tornado since lots of people in town saw the trees getting thrown about even if they weren't close enough to see some masked buffoon doing his best Dragonball Z villain impression. And our MASC liaison is to be one Trevor Brood, who's been silently following my blog and a few others for a while now, sneaky bastard.

I'll post more on my personal blog. Just wanted to update you guys on what's going on with these MASC people.


  1. Thuggee was actually the name of an Indian Martial Art that revolved around defeating one's opponents with a scarf. It had a lot of extremely effective strangulation techniques. It's actually where the term Thug came from, although it's warped from being a kind of Indian assassin to being your average street tough.

    He's a punk kid who managed to get a little extra firepower under his belt. You can take him, but you'll need to put something between him and his connection to his "Gods". Putting a buffer between them will turn this guy into the laughing stock of the Villainous Bastards Guild.

    Stay alive, alright?

  2. Well, he's definitely a thug. :| Glad he didn't strangle anyone. His other moves were bad enough.

    A buffer between him and his gods... I'll have to think that over. If you have any tips on how that could be done, I'd love to hear them.

    And thank you. I can only hope Lullaby, Drake, and Tim will turn up okay.

  3. My ass fucking hurts from being thrown around like a ragdoll. I am NOT looking forward to the repairs that will be happening over the next few... Weeks? Months? I don't even know.

    If I see one of our enemies I swear... Someone is going to die.

    I just saw Advocate's post and I swear to fuck I will twist his balls blue if he harms a hair on her head!
    But yea, we are all just dandy. Excuse me while I go outside and scream some unholy things.

  4. I do not like the way they've twisted your arm into allowing them onto the premises..
    Be careful, all of you, please.
    And I'm glad you're alive.

  5. Thank you, Zia, and I'm glad to hear from you. I was getting worried. You hadn't posted for a while.

  6. Greetings, I might be know as "new" in this, and so I Wanted to know more about this Abomination and how people usually get involved in all this.