Time sure flies...
Especially when you're recovering from a deadly disease inflicted upon you by one of the most notorious killers now turned into a messenger for the Diseased One.
But three years? That's excessive isn't it? Well sure, I mean most people get over a flu in like a week, others get over cancer three to six months, other others adapt to living without limbs for years... Yeah, I've had all three fun experiences eating away at my body, a combined effort inflicted upon me by Outbreak and Knitty.
A lot of shit happened between my previous post and me finally getting better... Well technically my body didn't get better, I did however.
So after all the commotion that took place to get myself better, I stayed quiet for a bit to make sure that my recovery was uninterrupted. Like I've said before, it's funny how when you stop posting on these things, you suddenly become invisible, it always annoyed me that our little haunted world had went so silent over the years, but the silence is useful when needing to get some reprieve.
But now I'm back baby!
Okay, not fully, still got a few knick-knacks to figure out, but me and my darling are getting there, don't you worry! The problem is, whilst we're recovering I can't exactly spend time giving you a whole loaded breakdown of what exactly happened to get me where I am right now, so you know what? I'll have someone else do it!
That's right! Wherever I was, I wasn't alone and the lovely people that were with me are still alive and out there, doing fuck knows what because they decided to adopt my strategy and go silent to probably disappear. Well tough shit, so on that note...
Malik.
I know as soon as I post this shit, it will light up your notifications and you will immediately read this. So...
Do you want you revenge? Not on me of course, that'd be stupid, what could you possibly have against me?
How would you like to have some payback on the man who was responsible on the death of your dear Alesa?
I have no need for Claude anymore and while he isn't in the greatest shape on the account of the many diseases eating away at his body, I did make sure to keep him alive just for you buddy. Best part? He's conscious, completely and utterly coherent! Don't ask how many drugs I had to pump into him to achieve that result.
So, if you're interested, here's the deal. You, log into that pesky little blog of yours, whether it is Ghost's or yours, I do not care, you log in and you post explaining to people what exactly happened within The Path. Don't worry about covering my side, it's not really relevant (how would you anyway?), but I want you to give us all a write up on everything that happened from your last post, to the moment we met up in The Path. You do that and I will e-mail you an address as to where I will keep Claude.
Is this a trap? No. But you're not going to believe me are you? Guess this is a gamble you will have to take, or don't, doesn't really matter to me. But don't think too long, I managed to keep him alive this long but with every month it's been harder and harder to do so.
Oh this was fun, I've missed this white screen and these black letters, it feels so natural to post again.
Here's to many more posts.
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