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The damn thoughtborn cut me off...

She cut me off of everything... I couldn't update... couldn't research... nothing.

A whole year without anything. Well, except Her of course...

Then I find out the damn Archangel is after me... seems he didn't take kindly to my 'coming back from the dead' deal.

I swear, he's worse than Apple.

I can hear him... coming down the stairs now.

You know what I say?

Bring it on.

I live and die for she without name.

I am NAMELESS!

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hello.

Uh.... hi?

thank you for allowing me entry.

Yeah.... sure.....

That was fucking weird, blogger wouldn't let me do ANYTHING.

i take up a lot of space occasionally, sorry.

What are you?

i'm not sure.

Um.... who are you?

my name is.... was.... jewel....

Alright....

So... looks like I've got a co-host.... Hey Jewel, wanna do something to make your text more.... I don't know.... seperate from mine?

alright

Much better, thanks.

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Wandering

So, the obsession, fueled by ink, led to the kids being obsessed with finding Her. They've become wanderers by now, although they don't have means to travel far.

The unworthy will die, the worthy shall join me. Everything is going as planned.

Also, Blogger acting up for anyone else? It keeps trying to type some gibberish without my input.....

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Yeah, shit sorta like that..... >.>

Back to business.

Well now, that was all fun and games until someone got a bomb I mean, uh, APPLE in their gift basket.

But back to doing what I do best, serving my simply angelic master and snarking my ass off.

That said, we've already gotten the Wanderers around town to get a couple people obsessing over finding Her.

This is all going nicely.

The not so grand game!

Why should only they get to play their games? Who decided upon these unwirtten rules?

Why can the pawns not play along?

That is what I propose; a game of chess, for the pawns of the larger game.

Should those that I challenge win? They shall see their wildest dreams come true. (Assuming that your wildest dream is to receive a charming gift basket.)

Should they lose? Well, you should probably try not to lose.

Dr. Malice was it? You have led quite the life, haven't you? Arson, Murder, Jaywalking......

What do you say you ad I play a game?

Pretty easy. Pretty easy indeed.

Wow, first crappy school security, and now crappy jail security.

Granted, half the shift waere Campers.... but still.....

AHEM. Back on topic. We got the other nameless out, she's off doing other stuff now.

Other stuff like taking advantage of the sudden ><>-induced obsessions that are overtaking the kids and even school facuilty. Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Also, douchebags at the local bar kicked me out, tried taking my picture so I couldn't come back.

Joke is on them....

Scrubs.