Oh...

And so comes the storm.

I will prepare.

Eraser

So, I know I promised you all a story... and so I'll give you a story. Get your popcorn, soda, whatever else you need to enjoy a nice campfire tale.

Jason Boross. Secondary Head Archivist for the asylum. He's got everyone's file in a laptop he so geniusly carries with him everywhere. Caught him in a parking lot, hopped in the back of his car, stuck there until he got home. While I was lifting up the trunk to get out, I heard him talking on his phone. Dumbass had his back to me. He opened his door, forgot to close it... I guess he was preoccupied with his phone and his laptop, because he half-assed a kick to close it. It was left ajar.

I let myself in as quietly as I could. I heard him in the other room, so I decided to hop back against a wall. Now, obviously killing someone over the phone would set up red flags all over the fucking place, so that's a bad idea. I had to wait for him to finish his bullshit lecture to whoever was on the other end. Thirty-four minutes. The asshole doesn't like shrimp, either. Who doesn't like shrimp?

Once he hung up the phone and threw it onto the table, he decided to take a seat at the table. I casually walked up behind him and covered his mouth and nose with a rag soaked in chloroform. Now, you're probably wondering, "Where did he get a rag soaked in chloroform from?" Answer: Thirty-four minutes. Time management, my lovely children. Anyways, I had the guy in a sleeper hold AND with chemicals at his breather-holes. He wasn't breathing, so I let him pass out. Theeeeeen he took a nice, deep breath. I'm not sure if that would've knocked him out for even longer. Not like that would've even mattered.

So I dragged him. I dragged him into his bathroom, let him flop down into the bathtub. Slit his throat nice and deep, and let him bleed for a bit. Now, this is where the fun begins! I took gasoline to the whole place. I swear, he had five cans conveniently placed in his attic. I left a dry trail to the front door, just for an easier escape route. I walked in on Mr. Boross messily trying to get out of the bathtub. Now THAT! THAT was hilarious! He could hardly even stand, let alone move his thumb! So, I brought a boot down on his rib-cage. Watched what was left of the life in his eyes shine, then set the place alight.

I don't need to worry about his escape, I locked every single door. I took the laptop, deleted my documents from every connected database in his high-tech laptop, then I dropped it in a lake. Hell, I don't even know exactly which lake it was. Maybe it was Erie... But that, my friends, is how I stopped existing to the asylum. They aren't even worried about me, anymore. What, with my killing four of their main men and suddenly ceasing to exist?

I can finally go on with the Operation. I can restore this, I know it. I just need to hope that HE of all "people," doesn't notice me. Not yet.

The road of good intentions is paved with Sin

You know... it might seem like I've only started acting on my motive when I began this blog. But that's untrue. I've been working on this project for far longer. I knew that this would happen, and I refuse to let it go about its routine. 561 and I were working behind his back. I'm not entirely far from completing the formula, I need more time. He's been ignoring me for the entirety of this Operation, hopefully he'll continue to do so until I've finished. But if he notices what I'm doing, that might be the end of that and I won't be able to do jack shit about this situation.

I used up all those syringes on the old doctor, and they've been cleaned out. Taking his documents and alibis on myself also cleared my name. There's no physical records of my existence anywhere in the... for lack of a better term, asylum. No witnesses to recognize me. And I just took care of the digital records tonight!

For now, though, I bid you adeau. I'll explain how I went about that at a later time, but for now, I should probably run. And Dominic? Thank that "anonymous source" for letting you see my works. And thank you for the compliments. See you around, bud.

Awake

THAT FUCKING BASTARD!

Those little CHILDREN woke him up!? Are you kidding me? I stab the kid's girlfriend and HE WOKE HIM UP!? GOD DAMMIT! There's no way that he could've even be brought into this session without another Piece carrying him over!

That only means one of the fuckers retains too many memories from the previous session. I don't know how this will even effect the Game. This could be bad or worse, but the only way for the Game to continue at a regular speed, they would have to be executed. Doesn't matter how, they just need to go.

I can't do jack shit about it right now, though. I need to keep killing so nothing goes completely awry. Maybe I'll steal a camera and DOCUMENT my adventures. Be just like one of them. That's a stupid idea, though. I might try it for one. Maybe.

TA, if you're reading this... and I know that you will... you're a piece of shit. Go to hell.

On with the Timeline

Excellent, now I can get back on track.

I found the Doctor outside of the post office in Iowa. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't mail out that "escaped patient" document. Not like he'll need that, anyways. I used the classic 2x4 to knock him out by the backdoor and drag him into an old Cadillac I stole. Placed him right in a little chair for three hours. He was pretty pissed, seeing as how the syringes he had on him were thrown all over the place.

Score one for me. Turns out the experimental fluids in the syringes act as a sort of sedative. Almost like tranquilizers, however, he remained completely awake. So, I figured I'd have some fun. Skinned the bastard from the waist down. The only downside is the fact that once it wears off, the influenced subject has complete motor skills again.

So every half hour or so, I'd have to give him another shot. Most of the syringes had been dumped into a moldy corner, but who actually gives a damn about that, right? He died after the tenth syringe, though... That was pretty unfortunate for me.

But the gears are turning again. He is awake, and I have no idea what interest he has in those kids. He can't influence anything unless something followed him over... BUT LET'S NOT WORRY ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW.

I am on my way across the country. So I'll see you lucky bastards later! Oh, and if I run into any more assholes who have a camera in my face, I swear, I will tear their hands off...

Repetition

It's always the same damn pleading cry from them all...

"Please don't kill me, I don't want to die"

Morons, I don't think you realize what I had to go through for 17 years. Or... not what I, myself, experienced. But nonetheless... being locked up in that damned facility. Do you know what they even did?

"Please, I did nothing wrong, let me go"

Oh, but that's the point. You did nothing wrong. But I'm about to do a lot of wrong... Oh, and for the record, you can think of this as a live journal.

Currently, the subject is squirming and crying, but I have the leather straps fastened nicely. I've just administered some experimental fluids I picked up off of some dead guy down the hallway. I might've spit on the needle, but I don't care.

"What is this? Why are you doing this?"

Yeah, yeah. Second experimental shot has been administered. I dunno where it came from, but oh well. I didn't bother to sterilize the damn thing. Like it matters.

Okay, the subject is screaming now. That's interesting. Some red in the eyes, foaming at the mouth, basic bullshit. Muttering and screeching nonsense.

15 minutes now. Still doing the same thing. This little bitch is gonna give me a migraine.

25 minutes now. Uh, they stopped moving. Stopped responding. I need to find some more test fluids, be right back.

Ah, this is a nice shade of teal. I wonder what it does. Administering 15mg of the shit. It was in some rat's cages, now THAT is sad. You'd think they would have this place sanitary. Not that I care... seriously, does it look like I care?

OH HOLY SHIT okay, they started to scream again. That caught me off guard.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand just like that, they're gone. That was fun, I guess. Oh well.

Absence

That was a long run. I ain't done yet, though.
Oh my children, we have only begun.

I'm sorry about that long little absence of mine. I've been all over the place, had to leave for a bit. But because you all seem to be so ignorant as to what is really going on here, how about I give you a little lesson?

What you currently exist on is the Gameboard. Some of you thrive on your own sections of the Gameboard, I am currently on a very old section. Many of the pieces have died and withered away, some with their purposes crushed before they even had a chance to do what they were meant to. Shame.

You could think of it like a game of chess. The only difference is that the board is bigger and more incomprehensible than you could imagine, and there are multiple games going on at once. That "Fall Black Star" thing is the part of the board that I'm on right now. If you're reading this, then you are very likely on that part of the board, as well.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut, enough of that shit. I'm making my way around in good time, and I think I should cut off right now. I'll try my best to make some updates more frequently about what's going on with my progress.

Have fun children!