Deals.

So... I'm the new leader of The Last Rites organization. Surprised?

Well considering last time we spoke I was about to be handed over to be executed you should be surprised.

Anyways so here's what happened. I was given over to the Last Rites organization. A truce was signed and The Timberwolves left.

I was locked in a room awaiting execution. The Archangel visited me at this time wearing Kycilia.

It told me not to worry. It told me with words. Another thing we were wrong about. It said it needed the Last Rites organization and The Organization needed a leader who knew what they were doing. It then told me what to do.

I was brought up for execution a day later. They had created a firing squad and were going to shoot me dead.

There was no trial. It wouldn't of helped. The Dying Man made me do it isn't an acceptable excuse when the people you say it to have no idea who The Dying Man is and are too close minded despite the world they live in to acknowledge that it could possibly be a thing. If you get the impression that I consider all my new employees to be complete idiots it's because I do and they are. If you need proof consider what happened next.

So I'm at the wall and they're ready to shoot me. I'm blindfolded and everything. They fire and The Archangel appears in the way. The bullets hit but do nothing. Archangel appears two shotguns and begins blasting people. As promised my blindfold and binds were removed. The Archangel was slaughtering them. I didn't feel any sympathy. They were idiots and planning to kill me. Huh... Thinking back I wonder if that's how he thinks about all of Humanity. He turned his gun on someone and I dashed over moving in front of the gun. It occurred to me that it was entirely possible he had been lying too me and was just going to shoot me but nope he kept his word. He stopped. I grabbed the shotgun from his hand and aimed it at his face. I then spoke the lines. "I killed the leader but the deal isn't broken it just passes on. The deal is between me and you now. You cannot enter here as long as I remain." The Archangel stares at me and again I wonder if he was lying to me but then he disappeared.

The members watched this and believed it. They didn't question it at all. Now I'm in charge because as long as I'm here they're safe.

The Archangel will honor the deal.

See The Last Rites has never truly opposed The Archangel. He created them from the beginning. The Archangel apparently wants opposition. He loves to watch us try and the better challenge we pose the more fun. The last leader was growing weak and The Archangel expects me to do better.

Well not me alone...

 Dick is back. Archangel returned him to me. However he is now under my control. A source of knowledge to help me better oppose The Archangel.

So there you go.

Last Rites still lives and we're still going to be shooting The Archangel in the face at every opportunity.

Dick's gone.

So it's been a long time. I spent a long time remaining crazy and slaughtering people like an animal before The Archangel did finally step in. He appeared. We attacked him and then he shoved his hand into my head and I heard screaming from somewhere in my soul. Then I passed out.

I awoke locked in a confession box in a church. I didn't have a laptop while I was locked up and in fact only got my hands on something with an internet connection an hour ago. Anyways, The Archangel apparently brought me to a base of his followers and they locked me in a god damn confessional.

So apparently they're not to kill me. See it seems that while in every other way The Last Rites organization is completely useless they are very very good at killing.

While I was going crazy and killing both sides The Last Rites organization was fighting a war against The Timberwolves and winning. From what I hear they were winning in the extreme. Once the war started for real. The only confirmed casualties on The Last Rites side were caused by me and Dick. There are less than 20 Timberwolves left here out of 130 rounded who had been set up here. So their plan is to trade me to The Last Rites in return for The Last Rites organization letting them leave this area unharmed.

So yeah The Archangel and Timberwolves aren't going to kill me so that The Last Rites Organization can.

Great.

So why did they let me have something to use to post this? They didn't. The Archangel did.

See it seems his goals extend further than The Timberwolves and he still has plans for me. I don't know what and I don't know how he plans to still use me after The Last Rites agency kills me (Well other than that way I mean...) but I'm sure something is going down and I would not like to be anyone involved in this mess... Unfortunately I'm me. The guy at the center of it.

WE ARE ONE!

You cannot stop us!

Nothing can stop us! WE ARE ONE! WE ARE MANY! WE ARE GOD!

The land is littered with the corpses of the cultists and the organization members.

He is here now. He's appeared twice. He disappears as soon as I notice him though.

One minute he is there wearing the face of the Late leader of the organization. We turn to kill and he is gone.

We will make sport of his servants and all we see until he stops hiding.

I will kill him too.

We will kill everything.

Been a while... Almost a month hasn't it?

So I'm not sure whether I'm just losing it or it's Dick's presence but I've become violent and am now in open fighting with both sides.

Both are still engaged with each other and searching for me. I've ambushed and killed people on both sides.

I don't even care anymore whether they were Timberwolves or my old allies.

They're just prey now.

Dick has given me power and knowledge. I can tell where they are I can tell what they're planning and I cna surprise them. I can also heal.

It's funny I don't think they know about Dick.

As soon as I became the enemy they stopped watching my blog. They think they're hunting a man.

They're not. They're hunting me.


Dick Lestrad?

No Vincent Nixon... Yeah that sounds better...

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.