WHAT THE HELL.
Went over to Mordhaus last night to give 'Freyr' his gift and see that lizard thing 'cause I'm a sap. Manhandled by the guards when I came in where'd they find those guys? Prison?, turned out to be a perfect setup for the visit. Almost got bit, and then the Swede... well. Long story short, I'm huddled in a corner drinking a wine cooler and I get freaking attacked, ended up ducking out and escaping.
But that's not why I'm pissed. I could have put up with that-- I've put up with worse-- but the thing is that sometime during the night things got wacko-jacko DELUSIONAL. Like, I watched, before my eyes, Barry Manilow's version of "The Nutcracker" as performed by the officers of the Third Reich. Sometime later I awoke to discover that I've lost my memory of the past two days. I have NO idea what I've been doing. I'm going over my journals and it's like reading James Joyce in Portuguese. Oh, and let's not forget: my security database caught a cold and I've lost all the footage I had stored.
...
Someone has been fucking with my head. If I EVER find out who I'll shove a pipe so far down their throat that I could put them out in a garden as a fountain. You better hope you keep your identity hidden in a box under the floorboards, you sick bastard.
...I'm going to... go do something. I don't know.
But that's not why I'm pissed. I could have put up with that-- I've put up with worse-- but the thing is that sometime during the night things got wacko-jacko DELUSIONAL. Like, I watched, before my eyes, Barry Manilow's version of "The Nutcracker" as performed by the officers of the Third Reich. Sometime later I awoke to discover that I've lost my memory of the past two days. I have NO idea what I've been doing. I'm going over my journals and it's like reading James Joyce in Portuguese. Oh, and let's not forget: my security database caught a cold and I've lost all the footage I had stored.
...
Someone has been fucking with my head. If I EVER find out who I'll shove a pipe so far down their throat that I could put them out in a garden as a fountain. You better hope you keep your identity hidden in a box under the floorboards, you sick bastard.
...I'm going to... go do something. I don't know.