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Well. The planning for the chalet seems pretty smooth enough. Between the 3 of us, we're actually getting things done. Next, I'm gonna give each of us an area to be in charge of. Whee. Sho fun.

Well. A few days ago, my dad told me that he was disappointed in me, and flat out told me I was worthless. Meh. With other people, they might be shamed into wanting to do something about it. But me... I hear it, I hurt, and then I shove it out the window.

I dunno why I'm back here. I guess I needed a place to vent in private. To type it out and read it again. But then, I'm not entirely sure if this blog is...safe.

I could always just type it on MS Word, and read it there...

But I have a strange need to type the stuff out and put it on the internet.

Mmm...



Ah! I will simply create a new blog! Eat up more server space! All for the sake of my emotional wellbeing! And this time, no blind moments of trust. We keep it hush hush, yes we will.


Before I go... And since I'm already here...


Thank you T. No point naming names here. No body will know either way. I never knew you'd become my eyes and ears. You have proven to be very helpful. I owe you lunch.

And yes it is most probably Mobius1 that you saw. Your feed matches that of known Mobius1 data. Time analysis indicates that it is possible to be in that area now. Besides, that area IS a known breeding ground for the Mobius Escorts.

Try to get a closer look, yea? But be careful.

And thank you B. You hit the spot. I hear you. I feel the same way. But sometimes, you have to defy conventional logic to achieve what you want.

And fuck yes, I will so execute option A. 'Mr. O' has given the green light, after holding back for so long. Heh. We have made him see the truth now.

There are many ways to break a person. Many ways to impair. I've always been vocal about the physical torture.

It is time to use another method. A covert one. Social kamikaze, but it'll be worth it.

ladies and gentlemen,

option A is a go. Let's go kill some people.