Terrifying.

So I'm not sure where I am now.

The gunshots followed me for a while but I lost them and myself somewhere. The Dying Man has been informing me about how eventually all the pieces of this dying man spread by the video will come together.

He's now officially being named Richard. Because he's a dick. He apparently does not object to this name but now refers to himself as Mr. Nixon.

Seriously?

I have a Dying Man named Richard Nixon.

That is just beautiful.

On a related note apparently he knows things... He's been telling me interesting things about The Archangel.

Chances are it's mostly lies but we'll see.

Other than that nothing to report.

Problems...

Ok so there are some... Problems.

Two huge problems and one possibly huge possibly minor problem.

First huge problem.

The organization head has died. Yeah that ex-Archangel cultist. He's dead. Also turns out and you're gonna love this. There was actually a reason The Archangel couldn't just pop in and kill everyone. Mainly that he had sort of a pact with The leader guy. Some sort of unbreakable vow that he wouldn't enter any building that the leader was in. Well we buried him after he died... In a cemetery... Quite a bit aways... So yeah our protection is gone now...

Second big problem... I was sort of the one who killed him... Yeah just walked into his little office one day with a 2 by 4 I had been using to build some of my bullshit defenses and proceeded to beat him till he was dead. Of course the rest of the organization know it was me because I pretty much did shit all to actually hide the fact it was me so I had to flee and they're still hunting me.

Now the sort of huge problem but that seems relatively minor in the face of these problems despite being pretty much directly responsible for both of them.

That one being the voice in my head... Yeah that might be something called The Dying Man.

See this is what happened. Remember how I said I was reading lots of blogs? Well I basically just started reading all the blogs my buddy Proxiehunter followed. Anyways then I came across a blog called Channel Fear and I read it and then I noticed one of it's followers had a strangely amusing picture so I started reading everything he followed and stumbled across a blog called B-Movie Monsters... I skimmed most of it and I guess I really should have actually read the entirety of the last post cause apparently The Dying Man passed into me through That Blog... Was not aware it could do that... But anyways so I now have The Dying Man as an annoying voice in my head who apparently if I become sleep deprived enough can overpower my self control and make me doom entire organizations by murdering their barrier wielding leader.

So... That happened.

Oh he also claims he's getting stronger by the second and that soon he will be strong enough to take control whenever he wants and that he's almost strong enough to call out to all the other pieces still out there.

So I should probably be more concerned about him but really the far more immediate danger is the gun wielding crazies (Timberwolves, Archangel and now The Last Rites organization members) out for my head so I'm kind of focusing on that.

Those way to close for comfort gunshots tell me I should get moving again so bye for now.

So busy...

Being a makeshift expert is probably the worst thing in existence.

Being me and a Makeshift Expert is probably somehow worse.

Everyone suspects me and yet everyone also expects me to know everything and protect them.

I got asked to come up with ways to make the base completely impervious to all of the Assholes.

I don't know how to do this shit!

Cold Boy? Um set up a bunch of flame throwers? IDFK!

Most of these things don't even seem stoppable.

Hell I don't even know what protects us from The Archangel. That might be a good idea... Why not tell the guy you're putting in charge of defense about what current defenses are in place. Although if I had to guess I'd say none and The Archangel is just humouring us.

Of course at the root of all of this I am as much of an expert as pretty much anyone else who reads the information blogs.

I don't actually know anything about any of this but still I know more than the rest of the people here.

Which when you think about it is horribly sad.  OH RIGHT! That reminds me... The entire point of this organization was proven wrong. In the wake of everything else I completely forgot to address that point.

The Archangel can totally still use bodies we've killed. So even the one thing they thought they knew was wrong.

Why the fuck am I still even here?

Because I have nowhere else to go? Fair enough mysterious voice in my head that is responding to me and that I thought was just a hypothetical person I could carry on a conversation with but who I am slowly realizing is in fact actually a voice in my head.

Am I going crazy?

Well great I've started talking to myself so much my hypothetical conversation partner has come to life.

So anyways again this was a tangent the point is I've been busy making bullshit defenses for the new headquarters.

Oh also the rest of the organization has started calling them The Dead Men assuming that they're all creatures from The Afterlife like The Archangel.

The people here are all complete fucking idiots.

Yes voice in my head making flamethrowers an actual recommendation than using them to torch this place to the ground when they inevitable actually buy me a bunch of flamethrowers would be pretty funny.

No I'm not going to do it because I'm not a psycho.

Finding enjoyment in shooting a dead person in the face is not psychotic if the dead person is an evil god.

Shut up other me.

New headquarters

You know I have to ask.

If The Last Rites organization has a headquarters in Washington why the fuck did they make me travel all the way to fucking Texas?

The more I learn about this organization the more I feel like I should hate everyone of them. I mean at this point they are almost single handedly responsible for Kycilia's death and everything that happened to me as a result.

Right anyways...

So The Cold Boy... That guy Proxiehunter sent me a link with a list of the creatures a while back I read a few...

I kind of thought it was probably mostly bullshit...

Guess not.

Maybe if I had paid more attention I could have recognized Marie for what she was.

Maybe I could have prevented all this...

Oh also The archangel permanently deafened me in my right ear with that first shot so that's nice...

Right sorry went on another tangent.

The rest of the organization apparently had no idea about these other creatures either.

I've been put in charge of researching these other creatures to prevent something like that happening again.

So I've been checking the link Proxiehunter (Interesting spelling by the way) sent me and a few others.

I've also been reading some other people's accounts of interactions with The creatures.

I refuse to use the name that has come up most often and the term Phobic Representational Entity sounds like pretentious bullshit and upon looking it up is pretty much just a more pretentious way of saying fears so no thanks. Fossils was one I came upon as well but that makes me think dinosaurs so ignoring that too...

I think I'm just going to refer to them as The Assholes because they are.

Every last one of them is an asshole.

I doubt the organization will be willing to adopt that name though...

On another note a few of the surviving members reading my account have started to become suspicious.

What with The Archangel showing up and saving my life and all that.

He saved my life at an earlier point too but that was put down to him trying to infiltrate The organization and needing me alive. Now people aren't quite sure though. I heard some whisperings that they think I might be a Timberwolf and that I had been purposely bringing The Archangel there and had known all along.

It's not true but I must admit sounds plausible from an outside point of view... Doesn't mean I won't punch out anyone who says it to my face.

How did this happen?

I was sleeping. Then alarms everywhere alarms.

I rushed outside with my gun and slipped.

The floor was covered in ice. I made my way carefully after that.

Dead people everywhere.

There was a guy... He was attached to the wall.

Icicles sticking out of him his body shredded.

I continued. There were gunshots.

When I eventually reached them I saw a bunch of agents firing at a young boy. Marie was behind him stabbing the bloody corpse of her father while whistling. The bullets hit the boy with no effect. His skin would crack open and then reform. I think he was smiling but I can't actually remember what he looked like. He raised his hands and then giant icicles just appeared in the agents chests and they fell. The boy turned to me and I took out my gun. Marie stood up covered in blood and looked at me as well. They were both just watching me. I aimed the gun then decided to just run like hell. I ran slipping on the ice but quickly righting myself. I didn't know where I was going. There were bodies, blood and ice everywhere...

After a few seconds I felt warmth and realized how cold I had been. I was outside. Suddenly the kids were both there. Marie licked her father's blood off of her weird looking knife. It looked like it was made of metallic ice. She lunged at me and there was a booming sound right by my ear that blew both my eardrums and made me fall to the ground. Her head exploded. Right behind where I was standing arm outstretched holding a shotgun which had been fired right beside my fucking ear was The Archangel.

More accurately it was that medium guy. I started standing back up but he kicked me in the chest and I fell back down. I couldn't hear over the ringing in my ears but the boy said something and The Archangel nodded. The boy seemed angry and the temperature started dropping. Snow began falling from the sky a small flurry quickly growing into a blizzard. Archangel just tilted the gun slightly and fired. The boy shattered into thousands of pieces and the blizzard instantly stopped.

He came back to me, smiled, turned into Kycilia proving the organization instantly wrong and then smashed me in the face with the butt of the shot gun.

I awoke later in a car. The survivors are being transferred to a new location.