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.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
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.
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.
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