Moth the Grid

Lord Fluffy, this is 'Devil' checking in.

I've finished digging through the files, reports, video feeds, and testimonies we collected from the Florida and Tennessee sites and I'm afraid our Truck and ATV lead on tracking Moth has gone completely cold.

A truck was reported stolen the day Cornelius 'Moth' Riles fled Florida. Much later reports reveal that the truck had it's plates swapped with ones taken from a mini-van in what I must assume was an effort to evade both us and the law. Not far from where Kenny was being kept, there is a sales record of an ATV matching our video footage. The ATV was reportedly sold to a 'Masked Man'. An interview with the salesman who made the sale revealed the mask's description to bear a very closely resemblance to Moth's.

A Masked figure matching Moth's description later reportedly sold both the truck and ATV at a used car lot for a few hundred dollars in Arkansas. The Mini-Van's plates, only recently discovered as stolen, flagged this morning leading authorities to the dealership to interview the salesman on his sale.

There have been, however, no more sightings of a masked man in that area since he sold the truck and ATV and while there were a few car sales that day to follow up on none of the buyers were masked or match Moth's description.

We suspect he is still on the move but we can no longer be sure of how he is moving. Given his known appearances, he has been making a wide arc towards Texas and is likely heading for Hope and Picasso but there is no telling when or how he will show up.

I recommend preparations be made to anticipate Moth's arrival and extremely likely interference in Picasso's apprehension.

^Devil^~>

Visit from a Primordial

Sorry dear nobody for not posting on here for a couple of days. I address this to nobody since no one I don’t actually talk to on a daily basis reads this blog with the exception of the Executor and Irony and I haven’t heard from them for a while and I don’t honestly care a whole lot about them so they might as well be nobody at this point.

So I was visited by a primordial. Awkward right? How’s this to make it even more awkward, it was a primordial primordial. Confused? Look it up. Semantics are fun.

So anyways, it happened about a half a week ago. I think it was in response to, or at the very least caused by, Morningstar and Nightscream’s little rebellion. While I wouldn’t mind watching the Bureaucracy burn from a safe distance, I didn’t really expect to get called into action to help burn it down. I was actually kind of hoping it wouldn’t come to that more than anything, I don’t like getting my hands dirty but alas it seems unavoidable.

I knew I wasn’t alone when my Lab randomly lit on fire. Usually I have to make some conscious effort for that to happen. Then a voice spoke to me. The voice was violent and feminine. From its tone I think it was both angry and excited. I don’t really remember what it said to be honest. I was kind of freaking out which I like to pretend I don’t do but I am only human.

Ignoring it for the most part I asked it, “Do you mind if I go get my pet Fire Cultist for this?”

There was a pause followed by a confident, “Yes.”

So I popped out of the room and then popped back in dragging my half naked Fire Cultist in with me. Imaginary readers would remember her as ‘the Fire’ in her comments on my blog.

“Declare yourself my disciple!” it boomed.

“I am Jen,” she responded in a cold unfeeling and seemingly unnaturally soulless tone. “What is it you wish of my lord Pyriel?”

“You know of me?” it asked sounding a little surprised but keeping it’s righteous regal tone.

“Yes my lord. I have heard talk of a time when you spoke to us your worshippers. It is a great honor to be amongst the few to stand in your presence without getting consumed.”

“And why does one that knows of me and pays such grand reverence to me and is said to worship me speak with no strength or passion?” it asked becoming angry as it spoke the words.

“I am thus in your name. As the brightest flame goes fastest, so to do many who worship you faithfully. To ensure my continued existence so that I may rekindle the faith at an appropriate time and place I have forsaken all feeling and passion. Through knowledge alone I wait as embers to once again ignite your glory.”

“You give up your place with me in my name?”

“I do. Creation requires sacrifice.”

“I note your devotion.”

That went on for hours. I think I tuned it out after a while. I didn’t snap back to attention until I heard my name mentioned.

“Fracture, oh proven one, I demand your aid.”

“Sure. Word of warning, this will be run through Father,” I informed it.

There was a pause here. I imagined it being offended by my comment but a disembodied voice bellowing from fire has a hell of a poker face.

“As you please child,” it finally responded. It already sounded angry so I have no idea if it was angrier. “I request your service to aid in Ramael’s war against those who stand as an affront to Father.”

“You want me to help you strike down the Bureaucracy then?”

“Say it however you like child.”

“Very well, can I ask why?”

“No you may not.”

“How about I ask why you don’t appear to have a shell?”

Fire flared up around me. Though it did not burn me the intent was clear.

“I’ll have none of your insolence child!”

“It surely appears that you won’t.”

“And I will have an answer!”

“Yes. I’ll help you if Father approves.”

“Wise choice, child.”

“That has yet to be seen, Adult.”

“So it hasn’t,” it responded sounding a little amused.

And then the fires dissipated. I went to bed, had a talk with the Master in the morning, and then reprogrammed Subject 926’s list in the afternoon to send him after a squad of proxies who I believed had information pertinent to finding a highest.

Seems just like Nightscream and Morningstar, I’m going to have to kill my way up the line.

Fracture out.

My Fracture Lies Over the Ocean

This is designation ‘Fracture’ checking in.

The three of you might be curious where I’ve been following my long and quite unprecedented absence from both posting on this blog and from the company of Mask squad’s operations as chronicled on Subject 926’s blog, ‘Wrath is Eternal’. To that I say… fuck you! I’m a grown adult and I can do whatever the hell I want without having to explain jack shit to anyone. You’re not my fucking mom!

That said, let me tell you where I’ve been.

After I disappeared following a short hunt in Florida, I popped back to the compound and checked out our experimental anti-sleep agent from here on referred to EAS#38. I took EAS#38 and popped back to a safe radius near New York and snuck back to the hotel. While Duckie was fast asleep in his room I started sending vaporized doses of EAS#38 to him through the vents until he eventually freaked out and tried to run. Kind of funny how easy it was to scare him off actually.

I chased Duckie down like the dog he is and hit him with increasing doses till he couldn’t sleep at all. Once I confirmed he was suffering from hallucinations brought on by the sleep deprivation, it was just a matter of waiting till Duckie left his hiding spot. Once he did, we snuck in and set up our show and then herded him back to the room to put the game into effect.

I for one think the Project was a success. It’s hard to say what the shit head was actually seeing but my guess is he was seeing ghosts of past victims and not the hollowed I was setting at him with pictures of past victims stapled over their faces. And how he screamed when I came in with a wig and lifted him into the closet by his throat.

Priceless.

So if only for his suffering, I’m calling this a win.

I think I'll give him a day to rest before I tip off his boy toy as to where he is.
Fracture out.

Sympathy

Wahahahahaha.

…

Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahaha hahahahahaha… ha… ha… ha.

Okay. I think I’m done… hahaha. Sorry. I can’t help but laugh every time I see Duckie crying. It’s like watching a moose fly or listening to a stupid hard headed squirrel talk. It’s particularly funny because of how unmanly he considers the act to be. All that shame must be weighing a heavy burden on his soul. Makes me proud to climb on his back and laugh in his face.

But you know, metaphorically. That’s probably a good way to go about getting myself beaten to death with a shovel.  …He he, cry baby.

Of course this is something of a double edged sword. Decreased time spent blacked out and the emotional attachment to the moments he is blotting out in his mind are actually signs that his condition is improving. As stated in one my earlier reports on Duckie’s blog “Wrath is Eternal”, I believe Duckie’s blackouts are a result of a dissociative disorder in which he cannot remember the killing because he can no longer stomach them. The fact that the killing moment is all he can’t seem to remember now and that he cries after every kill now would seem to support this hypothesis. The most likely trigger for the psychosis would be Duckie’s own ‘death’ as it seemed to have started after he was cut down and apparently reemerged.

Duckie is showing signs of sympathy.
Measures will be taken to fix that.
Fracture out.

Black Blood

“Clear.”

“Clear.”

“Clear.”

...

“Fracture, check on the kids. Trent, go get the car. I want to be ready to load the little shits up in five minutes. Firecracker, help me sort through their shit.”

With that, Trent left out of one of the basement windows. He’s quite the peculiar guy. Had he used the stairs like a normal person, the disaster might have been averted.

“Payback time.”

It was one of Kreeger’s men. Somebody fucked up and didn’t quite finish their mark. He was bruised, bleeding, and suffering from a bullet wound in his lung. Bruising and firearms are telltale signs that Firecracker had brought this one down. Later debriefing revealed she had left him in a survivable state for interrogation purposes which would have proven useful had the willful fuck not forced himself back to his feet after she had left him. Sets of handcuffs will be issued in future endeavors requiring we capture subjects.

Gun drawn, alone, and staring down a one to three fight ready to break, Kreeger’s flunky forced his aim steady at Firecracker hell-bent on taking one of his attackers with him if he was going to die.

“Firecracker, look out!”

I cried out for her and started moving. She was caught off guard and froze. What a terrible to time to lose your nerve. I shoved her out of the way and ended up taking her bullet. Duckie didn’t hesitate. He drew his gun and fired three shots. Blam, blam, blam. There went the bastard’s liver, heart, and head.

I was bleeding. Once I confirmed the bullet was not in me, I used a coagulant to stop the bleeding and forced myself to my feet. Duckie was staring. He was fixated on something. I thought he might have actually been concerned before he opened his stupid mouth.

“Fracture… your bleeding….”
“Ye-” “Black blood.”
“…Oh dear.”
“Why are y-” “Goodnight Duckie.” “-ou…”

And he passed out.

“What are you going to-” “I do believe you have your orders already dear. Get back to work. Leave this to me.”

Crossroads

Well I do believe that session provided the sweet revenge I was looking for. It almost gave me some bruises to match but Subject 926 finally chilled out. Not that I didn’t have to coach him down before his silly ass could find some peace.

I’ve not seen him quite so riled up since the incident with Picasso. I guess we’re calling her Firecracker now, hilarious considering she is terrified of explosions. I suppose I can always call her by her name, but she gets kind of pissy about that.

Although, she might be too distracted with Duckie throwing actual firecrackers at her to notice anything I say on here.

On a more concerning note, some snoop has been blogging and commenting around looking to get the drop on Father. Hard to blame her, I kind of did the same thing. What actually concerns me is Duckie has noticed and taken an interest. His obsession with the master is destructive. We could lose him if the moron was ever unfortunate enough to get his way.

I’m going to buy him some more firecrackers and we’ll see if throwing firecrackers at Firecracker is distracting enough to steal away his attention.

Fracture out.

Over-estimations

Well, this may have very well been my most grievous miss calculation in quite some time. I feel stupider than when I spent an hour making up a sob story to tell ‘Joseph’ and two hours making shitty little props to go along with it.

I’m going to be blunt, I’ve drugged Duckie.

I cracked a canister of a drug I’d rather not name at the moment and let it fill the room. That one canister could probably do him through the week so I can’t trust the situation to resolve itself any longer; I’m going to have to go remove it myself. Can’t have him vulnerable and advertising himself for that long. I probably shouldn’t have let it go on for as long as I have given the dangerous hit squads that have been out.

I don’t know why I thought Duckie could figure this out. The point was for him to find the canister and get his guard up. He’s been too happy since I told him he’s getting a squad, far too hopeful. I need him guarded and ready for anything.

Oh well. I guess everyone has their limits.
I guess its best I found his now.
Fracture out!

"Your Disguise is Slipping"

Well this has been an awkward few days.

I feel I may have over played my hand. Not that I actually played too strong a hand, but that I played my hand too strongly. I mean we’ve had this planned for a good few weeks now so it was going to happen but I definitely overacted and I’m afraid I may have jeopardized the experiment as a direct response. I’m terribly sorry about this ‘Whisper’. I promised you so much more when you agreed to bring me into your division and this will not happen again. There is absolutely no need to ensure it, I assure you.

…
Okay. Now that the stupid pleasantries are done, that was fucking awesome. I have been dying to stick it to Duckie like this for over a month now and it felt so good to let the mask slip off a little.

The aftermath of my little show wasn’t terrible. I mean I got beat with a chair, slugged every minute of the day for like 2 days straight, tied up every few hours, and eventually thrown off the roof but I think on the whole he took this really well. This was downright mature for him if we’re going to be honest about it. I’m almost proud.

We finally reached an understanding though. One he in particular can truly appreciate. I mean we’re proxies after all. And he, perhaps more than anyone else, really knows what that means. 

Report over. Fracture out.
Dr. Horrible reference for the win!

Code 5

Oh dear.
We’ll… no, let’s ignore the bad news for a moment in favor of a status update.

I’m struggling with subject 926 right now for rather obvious reasons. It’s hard to strike a balance between keeping tensions high and actually pissing the shithead off. I thought redirecting his aggression towards me to keep him from drawing more attention to himself with random murders was a good idea but it’s netted me a broken collar bone. I’m trying to have it treated in secret but it’s hard to hide a back brace.

I also fear we may be showing too much of Subject 926’s flesh. Revealing the root of his insecurities is consistent with our subtle humiliation and weakness punishment routine but this may have been premature in light of immediate plans. While I have no worries that he will harden his skin now that it’s been exposed I don’t know that he’ll have time before the times comes for T02 to hit. Especially in light of special variables….

This brings us to the bad news. Executor has caught a whiff of our operation. I’m declaring a code 5 security risk. We’re temporarily cutting ties with all outside resources linked to this operation. Shoot the dog. He is a potential liability here. Fire, you need to begin steeling yourself with meditation and for the love of god get Sloth on dream suppressants. He’s a bigger liability then the dog in this situation. I’d have you shoot him too if he wasn’t such an important piece on the board.

Move people!
Fracture out.

Complications

We have an interesting development here. Subject 926 has started reverting back to his dangerous unpredictable self in response to being returned to New York. This is seemly in response to his lost squad. He also hinted in his confused rage that he was feeling regret over the proxies he had needlessly cut down while he was ‘rampaging’ through New York. It seems likely that ‘proxy’ T01 is among those he feels guiltily about cutting down. Let us hope that is the case as it will make things all the more interesting when we send T02 after subject 926. With the right push, we can enforce new thought patterns and expand 926’s range of operations beyond simple killing. I have been eager for this.

On the other hand, his apprehension in New York will limit his range of function in this region and will most likely impede the trail. I could very well cause the trail to fail, it is rather severe. I’m taking steps to try to force him to see New York in a new light but the consequences of this will be beyond our control. As the old saying goes, once it starts it’ll be out of our hands.

We will have to trust young Ember to be a positive influence.

Are we agreed on this course of action?

Fracture out.