Saturday, July 30, 2011


Acedia is dead.

Spike found us. He had a gun. We didn't even know he was there until the window shattered and Acedia crumpled to the ground, leaving a cloud of pink mist in the air.

Glorius screamed. It was... it was a raw, primal thing. A howl of rage and of morning.

And then we heard Spike's laughter coming from the outside. And we heard him shouting "all you proxy fuckers need to die!"

Lexi and me had to drag Glorius through the Path. He was struggling to go find Spike. To kill him. To...

Oh God. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.


  1. One down, however many the fuck more to go.

    Let's go with two.

  2. Wow, shit's gotten hectic now.

    My sympathies. If the blame truly is to be laid on The Wooden Girl, then we share something in common; an enemy.

    And you're less annoying than the other Proxy Bastards....

  3. I am sorry for Glorius. I'm not familiar with how this works, but couldn't your master bring her back somehow?

    1. An eternity in nothing is better than being a Hallowed.