Modern Technology

>>>>INITIATE SIGNAL TRANSFER
>>>>>>COMSPORT OPEN

Hey guys, long time no speak eh?

Shit man! It feels good to have my head square.

So I may have dropped off the grid a little since my last post, but make no mistakes, the voice of the truth has not gone anywhere!

No, I've just needed to get my head on straight, and the company has given me a hand in doing so.

Of course what I actually mean is that I feel like I've had a full blown lobotomy!

You see, according to KG; my handler, I've been a little moody as of late, she thinks that perhaps I got a little too involved in the case of Tyler Freeborn, that I've become a bit of a loose cannon, that my obsession with The Eight is moving beyond what is expected of a Company Operative.

Then you see we have the recent events in Transylvania, he facility and the events that happened there.

All in all they thought I needed a bit of a lift.

Queue three days of Q&A and Controlled R&R at the HQ, and I'll be honest, things do feel better.

Don't get me wrong, his isn't some sort of brainwashing, yes they tried, yes they tried to get information out of me about the engines, about the whispers, but I was able to keep that to myself.

With just a few memories I kept everything together, and managed to keep my everything in check.

Yes it was invasive, and fucking painful, but it also put things in perspective.

They used to say that dark days were coming, but they're here.

They're here, and they've been here for a while, but with the strength of those close to me, and a few anxiety blockers provided by the men in the blue coats, I think we can reach the other side.

Anyway, my transmission is fading, loosing signal with the transnode, I'll speak again soon.

We've all got a lot to look forward to, an end to strife, a new dawn... Personally I'm just hopeful for celebrating Christmas with someone special, Camden or Upper East Side, don't mind where, just keeping my priorities in check.

>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY

Eyes That Glitter - Where do we go from here?

>>>>>>INITIATE COMMSLINK

>>>>>TRANSMISSION ACTIVE

Hey guys, Skorn here with another update for you all.

Now I was going to continue my detailing of what brought us here but instead I'd like to share with you some thoughts about the past, the future, and all in between.

Fuck man! I mean I don't know where to begin!

Recently I've seen some things, things that I never ever wanted to see.

It's like that song said about walking into empty.

Anyway, it's gotten me thinking, about how things were, how they are, how they might be...

I mean shit! It wasn't that long ago that I was focussed, I knew what I wanted to do, and there was nothing that would get in my way... Then they revealed themselves to me, the whispers.

I realised that I was lugging around a sack of mouldy potatoes and only I could relinquish them...

And you know what? I did! And things were good. Really fucking good!

You know?

I learned so much, so quickly. How hurt can sometimes be a bandage, and how you have to rip it off to heal, but also, once you are healed, you can open yourself up to be hurt again.

That's what I've done, I've let myself feel something that I never thought I would again, not after the Surrey Incident, and i wouldn't change that for the world.

I guess, sometimes I just wish we could go back to where things made more sense...

Fuck! It wasn't long ago that all I thought about was that day, that the whole concept of a future seemed pointless and irrelevant, now it's all I catch myself thinking about: is there a future? Will we make it? Will I fuck things up somehow?

Does she worry about the same things as me, or am I just some emo twat who's reverted back to being 14?

I don't know the answer to any of this, and frankly I'm too afraid of what the answer would be, and what that could mean.

But after seeing what I saw... Do I even want there to be a future? If people are capable of doing that?

Do we even deserve a present?

>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY

Destination: NYC

>>>>>CONNECTION RE-ESTABLISHED
>>>>TRACKER DISABLED
>>>>>>>>COOKIES DELETED

Hey guys!

Long time no speak! Sorry had a fucking Orochi drone on my ass! Every time I tried to get a secure line, BAM! Compromised!

But here we are again, and I'm ready to continue my tale.

So we had made our way to London and Agent H and I had shared the closest thing to a normal evening together since all this shit had started.

Anyway, over night I'd been hitting my usual hang outs, trying to find a location from a photo. I knew it was in London, but finding the spot? That was proving to be a real pain in the ass.

Thankfully I happen to know some of the best in town and we managed to track down the site, so Agent H and I went on a raid.

Shit man! The site was a bombshell! Looked like a nuke had gone off and left only rotting pizza boxes as fallout.

But low and behold, yet another demon circle.

So we got to work with the decrypting, and before we knew it we were seeing another answer phone message from Hell, this time it was telling us to go to New York, into the very sewers that hides the entrance to our HQ.

I didn't know what this demon worshiping SOB was up to, but doing it right on the company's doorstep? Either that took serious balls, or the guy was out of his fucking mind!

That if course meant another trip through the Hollow Earth, having our insides torn out through our mouths and spun in a spin dryer.

I'm not being literal of course, fuck no! But let me tell you, phasing through into Agartha is not pleasent.

We didn't waste any time, straight through to the sewer entrance, and that was where we met our next contact, a grumpy, sex obsessed emo who for anonymity's sake will be called Agent I.

>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY