Monday, 6 April 2015

End Post

This is it, then. I'm dead. It's hard, writing this. I honestly doubt any of you will care. Thanks for the memories. Not really. I'm surprised I haven't decided to do this sooner. The gun is cold. I carved my name into the bullet about a year ago, just in case. Well, it's time. Goodbye.

Friday, 27 March 2015

Strider is Gone

Erin is dead. Father has abandoned me and stripped me of my gifts. I'm alone.

Monday, 18 August 2014

Whoo! Back from vacation!

It looks like all of your lives have been positively miserable.  That's nice.  I just back from vacation, it was super great.  You have no idea how relaxing the Path can be sometimes.  Guess who's doing that comic again?  No new pages yet, but I drew up a title page.  Go look, really.  It might cheer you up just a little

http://fav.me/d7vowjo

Thursday, 5 June 2014

It almost hurts to return to this page... To see the pain Father has caused you all.  I only wish I could end your suffering, don't you see?  I'm your friend, this blade will ease your woes, end your sorrows....

D̴͖̙͉̭̭͈o̯̤̩̤ͅn̸̫̩'͉̩̰ţ̻ ͖̥̜̜̣̣̗yo̮͕͈͍͍͜ṵ̧͈̭̙ ҉̳w̤̠̲͜áṋ͉̟͠ṱ ̨̲̼̥͇pea̝̳͉͍c̳̝͜e̳͇͇͞?̝̘͚̣̗͔͟ͅ

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Dammit Strider

Look who has her fucking arm back.

The picture is Strider's doing.  Apparently my rush to patch up the azoth infested mess that was the rapidly regrowing stump didn't matter much to him, and he thought it'd be best to document this glorious moment in our lives.  So now I share it with you.  Yay.

Monday, 6 January 2014

I have had a fucking miserable week.

You know, I was dubious about having an EXPLOSIVE SUBSTANCE IN MY BONES when I became a Seeker, but I never figured that I'd have to deal with that problem because azoth only is explosive when EXPOSED TO OXYGEN.

WELL YOU KNOW WHAT?  I DIDN'T THINK SOME PUNK-ASS WANNABE GHOST HUNTER WOULD CUT MY FUCKING ARM OFF.

I am way to fucking pissed to go over this.  I mean, the pain was FUCKING AWFUL but the painkillers are helping.  But I'm still PISSED.

I need to fucking kill something right now, I swear, I am going to blow that fucker up.  Gonna make him feel this pain.  And then I'm gonna carve his fucking heart out of his chest and make him fucking eat it while I stab him in the balls repeatedly.


DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH IT HURTS TO 
A) HAVE YOUR ARM CUT OFF?
B) SLAM YOUR STUMP ON A ROCK?
C) FUCKING EXPLODE?

NO?
DIDN'T FUCKING THINK SO

Monday, 23 December 2013

Do you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?