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.