This is fun. I’m so evil.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Yep. As soon as this Garret walks outside I’m hitting him with a water balloon filled with red colored water. I need to pick up some actual blood afterwards.
Meantime, let me tell you about my day. I woke up in my crappy hotel room, got ready for the day and ect…. Went out, bought breakfast, went to a place close to Garret’s house, ate breakfast, watched Garret (the man is weird, in a completely boring way), and then left to find a convenience store. Once there I acquired the above referenced items—water balloons and red food coloring—and returned to Garret’s house. Then I grabbed a bunch of rocks from Garret’s driveway and climbed onto his roof. There I spent an hour or so making noise every once in a while. Then I got tired of that and started throwing the rocks at various metal things—mailbox, car, dumpster, ect.—in an attempt to lure Garret out of the house so that I might be able to drench him with a water balloon filled with “blood.” Not my most sinister plan but its cold out, and I’m sure that he’ll be at least a little freaked out—or annoyed.
I’m really just wasting time here while I wait, as you can probably tell.
PS: Sorry Ire. I never check my email. Ever.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
My mission is going smoothly....well....ya know....more or less. I had a bit of an....er....close call with the police, after Mr. Meijer—who happens to be paranoid—called them yesterday after he noticed that I had relocated—stolen—his lawn ornaments—two flamingos and a gnome. Had to parkour outta there in a hurry.
....Shut up. I’m starting out small. I’ll get more menacing eventually. I have plans.
Friday, February 17, 2012
I’ve done nothing but watch my target’s (Garret’s) TV and rearrange his furniture, as he’s been out on vacation. He’s home now though, and he looks disturbed by the signs of my presence in his home. Tomorrow should be more fun.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Ao assigned me my first mission…….. Basically, I get to drive my target crazy and turn them into a full-fledged runner. Shouldn’t be too hard.
And I get to try out my new mask…..Thia got it for me. It’s a coyote’s face—no surprises there. But it’s an actual coyote’s face, with fur and everything. I’m not sure how I feel about wearing a coyote face around for days on end…….oh well. I’ll make myself a better mask eventually.
I’m leaving tomorrow.
Friday, February 3, 2012
I swear, the internet at the Mansion is the worst quality ever invented or something. I don’t even…..gah. The internet here sucks, and was(/still is?) down—yet again—for…..I don’t even know how long this time.
Long enough for Ire to notice, and that’s saying something. –Thia
Thia and I are in town, grocery shopping and the like. We are currently at some internet café—and until now I did not know such a thing existed. Sad, isn’t it?
Anyways…..my training is still going well. Thia had the good sense to stop trying to get me to use throwing weapons after I sliced my wrist open. Now we’ve moved onto guns—which I figured would not end well. Happily though, I have not shot myself—or any of his teammates—and am in fact a crack shot with a 9mm Glock. No really. I am. I shot well with all the guns I tried—and yet Thia still won’t let me shoot any of her sniper rifles. :(
My collection of wounds have all but healed now, which I think is strange. I thought it took people longer to get over cracked ribs and lacerations? I could be wrong, though. I don’t know. Could be a proxy thing.