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.


Collection.


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.