11 puffs of smoke.
Ha, you fucking tossers, I bet you thought you'd get to hear everybloodything from me this last curse. Sorry, you lot, but it takes more than that to bring me to my knees. In some senses of the phrase, at least.
You know, this City's starting to lose its sodding charm.
private // warded
That was too fucking close. I was just lucky I managed to drink myself into a stupor before I went on the Network and spilled out my twisted little heart all over a thousand bloody computers.
This City. It's not mine and it never will be. But it's sinking its ugly hooks into me, and I know soon I won't be able to get out before I solve it.
I've been watching the Network, reading people's entries, seeing what they've got to say about this place. I can put some things together easily enough--really, it almost feels like cheating, the way people talk so freely. Like they're leaving valuable puzzle pieces out in the open, to gather dust or my attention.
But other things. Those I'll have to pay for.
How am I willing to do that?
You know, this City's starting to lose its sodding charm.
private // warded
That was too fucking close. I was just lucky I managed to drink myself into a stupor before I went on the Network and spilled out my twisted little heart all over a thousand bloody computers.
This City. It's not mine and it never will be. But it's sinking its ugly hooks into me, and I know soon I won't be able to get out before I solve it.
I've been watching the Network, reading people's entries, seeing what they've got to say about this place. I can put some things together easily enough--really, it almost feels like cheating, the way people talk so freely. Like they're leaving valuable puzzle pieces out in the open, to gather dust or my attention.
But other things. Those I'll have to pay for.
How am I willing to do that?