They're inside my hideout. They're coming for me now, as I write.
They'll be here any minute now.
Little do they know, though, that I have as many ways to escape as they have bodies. For you see, Empty City, CT knows my struggle well, and is prepared to turn the tide of war in my favour.
It is but a foregone conclusion that I will prove too slender for their iron fist.
They're outside my door now.
Catch me if you can.
The Battle of Empty City, CT Part Two: The Torment of Existence Weighed Against the Horror of Nonbeing
Ten days we've waited. Ten days they've delayed. Ten days' grim anticipation
But they're here now. The night sky is aflame with the bright colours of our saltpetre engagement. Every second there sounds a symphony of malevolent lead percussion.
I am perched on the steeple of Empty City, CT's Cathedral of the Ecclesiarchway, overlooking the slender scene. None have reached me yet, but I am amply prepared for such an encounter; only my finest proxies guard this inner sanctum.
I see the Camper's gunshot fireworks reaching the streets closeby. They may be here soon.
I await eagerly to entertain company. Hope they don't mind the mandatory twenty-one gun salute upon their arrival.
But they're here now. The night sky is aflame with the bright colours of our saltpetre engagement. Every second there sounds a symphony of malevolent lead percussion.
I am perched on the steeple of Empty City, CT's Cathedral of the Ecclesiarchway, overlooking the slender scene. None have reached me yet, but I am amply prepared for such an encounter; only my finest proxies guard this inner sanctum.
I see the Camper's gunshot fireworks reaching the streets closeby. They may be here soon.
I await eagerly to entertain company. Hope they don't mind the mandatory twenty-one gun salute upon their arrival.
The Battle of Empty City, CT Part One: The Ichor and the Proxy
It's been a quiet three months, but they're here. I see Camper lining up just outside of town. Armed to the teeth. Watching. Waiting.
I have a spy within their ranks.
I used a slender-invocation to fuse the consciousness of one of the Camper with my second-in-command. He sees what the Camper sees. Hears what the Camper hears. Feels what the Camper feels. Knows all of their plans, strengths, weaknesses, everything a guy needs, really.
They are to strike at dawn.
We'll be ready.
'Til death you eldritch fuck.
I have a spy within their ranks.
I used a slender-invocation to fuse the consciousness of one of the Camper with my second-in-command. He sees what the Camper sees. Hears what the Camper hears. Feels what the Camper feels. Knows all of their plans, strengths, weaknesses, everything a guy needs, really.
They are to strike at dawn.
We'll be ready.
'Til death you eldritch fuck.
Our Lady of Fire
It's been a while, Blogosphere.
I'm deeply entrenched here in Empty City, CT.
The ol' proxy army are in every corner of town.
Every street, watching; every intersection, fortifying; every building, barricading.
I have numerous escape routes planned, for such a day when my proxies are bested.
There's not been a single sign of indication that my pursuers are here.
I have gained an unexpected ally, however; a pale lady garbed in a dress of pure kerosene passion.
Her partner in crime, swarthy fellow clad in the thickest of smoke, is forced into thraldom by those blue she-devils, not unlike that indisen Rake was before.
So, Camper, if you don't do the right thing, and burn to death, then come and find us.
We'll settle this.
You know where we'll be.
I'm deeply entrenched here in Empty City, CT.
The ol' proxy army are in every corner of town.
Every street, watching; every intersection, fortifying; every building, barricading.
I have numerous escape routes planned, for such a day when my proxies are bested.
There's not been a single sign of indication that my pursuers are here.
I have gained an unexpected ally, however; a pale lady garbed in a dress of pure kerosene passion.
Her partner in crime, swarthy fellow clad in the thickest of smoke, is forced into thraldom by those blue she-devils, not unlike that indisen Rake was before.
So, Camper, if you don't do the right thing, and burn to death, then come and find us.
We'll settle this.
You know where we'll be.
Blow Wind Call Forth Storm
I know there are at least six hundred proxies nearby.
I read about their little pow-wow on The Eldritch Post while I was in prison.
Join me, proxies. Rally to this New England battlefield as falcons descend upon their prey.
Fight for me; die for me; be reborn for me.
Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to.
Speak Eldritch of die, my twelve angry Camper fiends.
I read about their little pow-wow on The Eldritch Post while I was in prison.
Join me, proxies. Rally to this New England battlefield as falcons descend upon their prey.
Fight for me; die for me; be reborn for me.
Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to.
Speak Eldritch of die, my twelve angry Camper fiends.
From One Empty City to the Next
I'm back where I started.
Where this all began.
The city in which my former eldritch coworkers first assailed me.
Empty City, CT.
It feels good to be back.
I shan't stay, though; they'll be coming for me.
Let them come; I'm ready for them.
It would be less poetic a fight were it here, but if it should come to that, then I'll oblige.
Where this all began.
The city in which my former eldritch coworkers first assailed me.
Empty City, CT.
It feels good to be back.
I shan't stay, though; they'll be coming for me.
Let them come; I'm ready for them.
It would be less poetic a fight were it here, but if it should come to that, then I'll oblige.
How Can I Have No Idea What I'm Doing . . .
I've made it out. Away from that accursed prison and into this bleak void-forest of eldritchosity.
If I keep running, Empty City will give way to nothingness, and will I be delighted then.
Past the nothing is my everything.
I wonder how's my old house in the Black Forest doing.
I'll be home soon.
If I keep running, Empty City will give way to nothingness, and will I be delighted then.
Past the nothing is my everything.
I wonder how's my old house in the Black Forest doing.
I'll be home soon.
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