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Greetings and salutations. I'm going to skip the introductions and get to the point, if that's okay with all of you.
I've been wading through the archives here for a while now; not much else to do when you're "trapped here forever", as I've been told so often and still not cared enough to actually absorb. If you're planning on sharing that tidbit with me again, don't bother. As I've said, I don't care.
More to the point. I discovered something. There have been at least two people on this station who go by the name Jack Noir. One of whom is definitely from my own universe and has just as definitely made you all familiar with his modus operandi since arriving. Normally I'd be all too glad to focus on the one from my own universe - he and I have more than enough unfinished business for it - but I have it on good authority that he's not here anymore, which is beside the point anyway. The consistent traits for ones who share this moniker are a lust for power, an affinity for murder and a hatred for over-accessorizing. At any rate, my research has done little to dissuade me from the idea that the other Noir has the potential to be every bit as dangerous as his cross-universal brother.
His modus operandi is murder, if you're not up to speed. Sneaking up on people, often those who pose no threat to him, and slashing their throats open to, I am only able to wager, satisfy a need for casual killing that is similar to a need others have for things like regular hydration. Of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention his need to gather trophies from his victims as well. I suppose the contempt for accesorization fades after a certain kill count? Either way, the bloody articles of clothing sitting next to me speak for themselves.
I've belabored the point enough - where is he.
Or, you could just make this easier for everyone and show yourself, Jack.
I've been wading through the archives here for a while now; not much else to do when you're "trapped here forever", as I've been told so often and still not cared enough to actually absorb. If you're planning on sharing that tidbit with me again, don't bother. As I've said, I don't care.
More to the point. I discovered something. There have been at least two people on this station who go by the name Jack Noir. One of whom is definitely from my own universe and has just as definitely made you all familiar with his modus operandi since arriving. Normally I'd be all too glad to focus on the one from my own universe - he and I have more than enough unfinished business for it - but I have it on good authority that he's not here anymore, which is beside the point anyway. The consistent traits for ones who share this moniker are a lust for power, an affinity for murder and a hatred for over-accessorizing. At any rate, my research has done little to dissuade me from the idea that the other Noir has the potential to be every bit as dangerous as his cross-universal brother.
His modus operandi is murder, if you're not up to speed. Sneaking up on people, often those who pose no threat to him, and slashing their throats open to, I am only able to wager, satisfy a need for casual killing that is similar to a need others have for things like regular hydration. Of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention his need to gather trophies from his victims as well. I suppose the contempt for accesorization fades after a certain kill count? Either way, the bloody articles of clothing sitting next to me speak for themselves.
I've belabored the point enough - where is he.
Or, you could just make this easier for everyone and show yourself, Jack.