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Report #100 2014, January 29th.


What are you up to Kelevra? For what reason are you bringing me back here? Pointless to ask isn't it? Doesn't matter either way.

This time you left a bunch of tape recordings, they are labeled in such a way, as if they were taken by a professional. I didn't have the time to listen through them yet, since I figured out something, I'm being followed.

I've been followed ever since I entered the country, followed by a group. No idea who they are, assuming a bunch of proxies, why would they follow me is beyond me. In fact I completely forgot about them, that is how much their organization fell, they are not a threat anymore, back in the days I would kill a dozen of them in a span of one day.

Now, there are so many things going on, that they simply become invisible stains, it is too easy to spot them these days, they aren't even trying anymore, they are falling apart, the organizations I mean. No surprise there though, with people like Kelevra and his outcasts causing enormous amounts of damage, among other people, they are just not a threat.

Speaking of threats, haven't seen IT in a while, either I became boring, or IT lost interest, if IT lost interest, why am I still alive? No matter, that works perfectly for me, what IT doesn't realize is that I have an Answer, part of that answer lives inside of me. Once I finish with Kelevra, I am chasing that Answer down and this game will come to an end.

Make fun of me, you cocky puppets, call me a fool, call me anything you want. Won't stop me from pursuing this answer, soon, very soon, this whole thing will lay to rest, lives will be saved, all the victims, all the deaths that happened because of this, they will not be in vain, I will make those deaths mean something.

I see her, haven't seen her for a while, standing in an alleyway, starring at me with those lifeless eyes, the pale woman, who are you? Trying to make me fall asleep? Too bad. These days, I don't sleep. The things I know do not allow me to sleep, I simply can not get sloppy with this knowledge. Go away. I am not interested in your mind games.

You are not her, never her, she is dead, she died at the hands of the priest...and my hands as well. I won't feel guilt for their deaths, stop wasting your time.


  1. I have a fucking urgent question please answer truthfully and don't accuse me of being suicidal or baselessly claim it's too dangerous: In Russia, in what prison do they keep the most dangerous criminals, and is there any way I can get there to talk to some of them? Legally or illegally? It's pretty fucking important, just take my word for it; I don't seek out psychopaths just for the fun of it, at least not these days.

    That lady, she reminds me of vâlve, my mam used to tell me about vâlve, they are sorts of entities that can shapeshift, they mostly appear as a woman, there are good ones and bad ones. The good ones show you what you have lost, or what you are looking for, and they help you find it. But if you don't follow them, don't allow them to help you, you die. There are tales of salt miners who have died when the mine collapsed in on them because they did not follow the vâlvâ's echoes.

  2. Holy crap. I've got too many blogs to catch up on now I'm back. x.x
    I want to make a comment thats more relevant to this post but I don't have enough time to think of one. The burning isn't helping either.

    Anyway, good luck. Even if you don't need it.