Saturday, May 11, 2013

Interference.

I guess, warning's fall on deaf ears, because yesterday and this morning, I spent the whole time "convincing" other proxies that were working at the police department, to not interfere.

Apparently a dead, decapitated body on a police car doesn't convince people these days.

So there I am sitting in my little hotel room, for which I didn't pay by the way, thinking where could the group be, when all of a sudden, a bunch of police officers kick down my door and aim their little pea shooters at me. Being the good citizen that I was, I complied, well until they escorted me outside, out there my darling Fortissimo, lashed out at two of them, piercing them through the stomach, making them hit the concrete real hard, other two that were in front of me, aimed their guns at me and were ready to shoot, but I was a little bit faster. Kicked one in the balls, grabbed his gun, used the guy as a meat shield at which his friend shot at, and shot the guy in the hand, making him drop his gun.

And then I started asking questions, so I asked what was the dealio with this little show they had put on. he told me that it was the chief's orders, the chief was a proxy (Of course) in fact, the whole police department was crawling with them. Previously I tried sending a message, that was ignored, so today, I went and paid them a visit, and by visit I meant crashing one of the cars I stole into the main entrance of the building. It was bloodbath I tell you! Amazing! Gun shots, blood, screaming, pain, bodies flying all over the place, BEST MORNING EVER!

Once I reached the one who was in charge of the place, he didn't put up even an ounce of a fight, unlike his men. That disappointed me, but not that much, so I throw him out the window, look outside and see him still crawling and then I see him, Master. Standing right in front of the poor slop, Slendy ripped the guy apart in a matter of seconds and then lifted his faceless, bald head, as if he was looking at me. The only thing I yelled out was "They started it!" and then he disappeared.

I don't know what he is doing here, but I think he was on his way to visit Minxie.

Anyways, now that there is nobody in my way, I am free to operate, in fact I know where this group is, they had files on them, in the police department, that was so helpful.

Diana, I'm coming.

20 comments:

  1. Was this before or after I saw him very early this morning?

    I'm glad you find England such a suitable venue for your destruction. We're all packed together, we like to riot, we have colourful insults. Should've known you'd mosey over here.

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    1. Oh BTW, I would question whether those people that bashed into your room were really policemen. Our police don't have guns. Not ever. Also, they use an issued battering ram to take down doors. I think you woulda got duped if you'd gone with them. I'm assuming they took advantage of the fact you don't know how stuff works here.

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    2. Apparently, pretty sure they were proxies, all of them.

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    3. If it helps, our police cars look like this. You'll see em a mile off.

      Why am I helping you? Oh yeah, you're killing UK proxies. Well carry on then.

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  2. I may have to elbow in on this. We could settle our differences in opinion about destroying part of our England network and Alexandria's inevitable fate, could we not?

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    1. So, like, gong mano-a-mano on each other? Winner gets to go without the other's interference, loser gets cut into tiny pieces and made into novelty catfood? I approve. Didn't think you'd have the balls to suggest something like this. May have to er-evaluate.

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    2. Indeed. Of course I understand it takes balls - I do not rank very high, hence why I was in charge of dealing with the bitchy little princess. I am hardly in the league of Morningstar or Fly. But I got my sight on my side, Kelevra has his lovie-poochie-goo.

      Mano-a-mano I would put aside. It is a good idea, but I would probably cheat and bring a gun anyway.

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    3. Was that a showdown invitation? Or an invitation to a simple talk session? I'm in, in both situations.

      Side note, guns rarely work on me.

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    4. when I said mano-a-mano, I didn't really mean no weapons. You'd both cheat if you had any sense. I meant that you'd both be alone. one on one. As opposed to fighting as masses of disposable proxies at a certified badass, one against one means the conservation of ninjitsu kicks in and both sides have a chance of winning.

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    5. Showdown is where my heart was. But I suppose I could settle for a natter.

      Oi, are you seriously considering making the frigid little bitch your protegee? That should be interesting. I could warm to the idea of a little girl killing people.

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    6. That idea crossed my mind, I believe she is on our side, problem is, she doesn't know it yet.

      Why do I consider her to be a perfect contender for the job? While it's true she is only a little girl, she managed to kill someone really quickly, and now, she is slowly descending into darkness, she doesn't show it, or maybe she isn't aware of it, hell even I'm not sure, but there is a high chance, of her falling into the exact place I want her to be.

      Complicated? Indeed.

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    7. Well, what a marvelous juxtaposition...

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    8. I'm not on your side. I just want to live, and mindlessly serving a faceless shitheaded business executive isn't living.

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    9. "I could warm to the idea of a little girl killing people."

      Even if that little girl is killing your people, proxies?

      Because that's what I'm doing. And I'm mostly classified as a little girl.

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  3. If you want to send a message I'd recommend explosions. A dead body isn't a big deal, media kind of desensetized us. Now on the other hand explosions can convince someone of anything. How do you think Michael Bay is a director?

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    1. Who is this Michael Bay person you speak of?

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    2. Get out. That was the last straw.

      I don't care if this is your blog. Get out.

      You, my dear psychopath, are very, very, sheltered in the information of modern media.

      Who doesn't know who Nicolas Cage, Morgan Freeman, or Michael Bay are?

      *JP

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    3. Really? Transformers, ever heard of it? Please tell me you have.

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    4. I dont know who it is either..soooo....yeah. *rolls up into a ball and waits for the torrent of insults*

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    5. He directed Transformers. And Pearl Harbor.

      I recommend Quentin Tarantino. You haven't lived if you haven't seen this.

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