Completion of Compilation.

One-Hundred Fifteen.

Surpassing the goal for a mere hundred. Not by much, but enough to give me a tad bit more freedom to commence the next part of my rather brilliant plan.

I have completed a list of potentials.

Now begins the best part.

The fun part.


Oh don't worry ladies and germs of all varying factions and morals. I'm not going to rip out your spine and beat you to death with it then steal your blood and most major organs.

Though that doesn't mean I'm not going to do that.... heheheh.

No I'm going to be alot more..... subtle.

A single vial of blood is needed.

A single vial is all I need.

Simple really.

Now your part.

I will acquire said blood from each and every one of you.

How I get my little hands upon it though is entirely up to you.

Would you be so nice as to let me prick your arm?

Or would you be more respondent if I slit your fucking throat?

How about amputation?

Hahahaha I have a room full of needles, vials, knives and razors sitting all around me.

'Father' not only gave me permission, but He fucking insists that I don't hold back.

Heheh I can definitely can do that much for 'Him'.

Fortunately now my reports aren't expected on a daily fucking basis.

So now I can actually get to say what it is I want to say.

Happy day.

Now. I think I'm going to look into who I'm going to start stalking myself!

See you all soon.


  1. You're awful colorful for a madman.

    I'm watching you carefully, that's for sure.

  2. Wonderful. Just what are these vials of blood for?

  3. @Cat, 'Madman' hardly describes exactly what I am. But I thank you for the compliment. Just a word to the wise, rethink your labels before placing them upon me. I'm not necessarily the mad'man' you so think of me as.

    @Lady, The vials are needed for a most important project my dear. Something that I have been given the opportunity to create. A Construct that will tip the scales to those in it's favour. It must been born from a very specific blood you see. I can't just go cutting wrists wherever I go, the only blood that will work is that of the ones who see 'Father'.

  4. The Mad Ventriloquist has never seen the slender man.

    Do you still need my blood? I think it's mostly vodka by now, but you're welcome to it.

  5. ....you're a lady, aren't you?

    Maybe we've got more things in common than a love for blood after all.

  6. @Maddy, I admit that's how I made it sound didn't I? What I was trying not to sound vague and mysterious like most other 'father' worshiping freaks. Grrr, how do I say this... I'm collecting from those who know. Who are.... awakened... to the sense that they 'know' of his existence. There are the people who show recognition when they hear His name. Then there are the ones who show something deeper. Fear. Hope that clears up my godforsaken ramblings. Because you are DEFINITELY one I'm looking forward to collecting from....

    @Cat, Far far far from a 'lady'. That label inscribes a class that I absolutely loath. Bitch, worm, maggot. I prefer those. Also, I enjoy the differences, not the similarities.

  7. Hmm, I don't know what to make of you. I personally am a fan of anarchy,only time I find people to actually be happy. Unfortunately, it turns sour relatively quick. Hmm... I need to think.

  8. @Maddy the Second, Anarchy is nothing without self control. True total anarchy can bring many to the throes of true freedom. But It's kind of like a dick, you suck it quickly and it ends pretty poorly, but when you take your time and lick it slowly, the pleasure lasts forever.

  9. Hmm, that is an... interesting metaphor. And no self control is exactly why most anarchic situations I've seen have gone bad.

  10. @Maddy the Second, Exactly. We are on the same page I see.

  11. It seems we are. Too bad I'm not as much of a loose cannon as I used to be. Then we would get along even better.