That's all she wrote

The good guys won, and I'm leaving with my new family. Don't know where we're going, (and I wouldn't tell you if I did ;) ) but since someone, someday might try to find us, I'm retiring this blog.

Thanks for everyone who helped.

This will end

Well, Pers, I'm sure you're going to read this. Your ex-masters at NLI will read this, I'm sure. They're still there, for all your macho posturing, they haven't gone away. They're even going and making announcements with the military.

How's it feel being the pet project, the one that doesn't matter? Was it worth it, giving up the job as their little pet to sleep in a carrion-filled warehouse? How's it feel knowing that they're eventually going to find you and put a silver bullet in that pea brain of yours? You managed to hijack an entire pack to follow you, and you still haven't grown enough of a set to face the bastards you're really angry at.

You'll never touch Morgan, or Kramer, or anyone else. You can't. And when her pack sees that you have no intention of avenging her, they'll leave. Just like I did. They don't need you.

No one does.

pwned

Well Geauga's finest has taken a half-dozen Hummer-driving goons into custody for B&E and various firearms violations.

Serves them right.

I got the law on my side, for once. And some friends for backup.

Welcome to my nightmare

My dad's dead.

I watched them pull his car out of the river. I had to identify the body.

I know you're reading this.

I know you're responsible.

Come and get me.

The end of things

Tony Denardo was attacked by some sort of wild animal some time late Sunday, early Monday last week. While I haven't been home, I've been able to find a newspaper or two. He's been in the hospital, on life support. Never woke up. At some point yesterday, while everyone was enjoying the fireworks, he died.

Whatever kind of douche he was, he didn't deserve this.

Are you out there?

So you've been watching me. Mailing cryptic packages. Are you having fun?

So are you one of the guys who tried to jump me Monday night? What are you trying to do, Tannhauser? What do you want? You said I'm not alone. . . Well, twenty guys show up on my front lawn and funny thing was, no one else was there.

Needless to say I'm not at the house anymore, and I'm not saying anything the bad guys don't know already. At this point, if you want to actually tell me something that might help me out, there's this comment feature. Use it.

Hello

Dad? You're reading this right? You need to call me.
I just woke up and I think something bad just happened.