Starting from Scratch

Report #99 2014, January 23rd.

Now that I am all alone again, I am on a new mission.

I have the answers I need, I got side tracked from my main goal a long time ago, this started as a struggle against IT, but then this whole thing got distracted by Kelevra. So in order for me to proceed with my main mission, I need to take care of my secondary mission, I need to kill the bandaged fuck.

He's been running around for too long, because of me not being able to deal with him, he was able to play around with the mind of Alexandria, he killed dozens of people all because I wasn't able to deal with him.

I have my answers against IT, I know what I must do regarding IT, but before I do that, I must get rid of Kelevra.

Now I don't usually do this, but Kelevra...Or Oleg as I might call you, that is your real name isn't it? Yes that clue, to that little document you gave me few days ago while I was staying over at the hotel. I found it weird that you didn't publish a post boasting about it on your fucked up blog, how you were able to sneak in without me noticing it, how you were able to place the document wherever you wanted.

But I found your little document the next morning and I researched it, all it gave me were some coordinates and a name, your name. How do I know its your name? Because you want to make this personal, you already know everything about me, now you want me to learn everything about you.

I'll play along, simply because I know your plan Oleg, I know that inevitably this wild goose chase that you set me on, it will lead me to you. You always talked about having this final showdown with me, a great opportunity to kill you, but in order to do that, I must follow your clues, so that's what I'm doing.

Keep laughing you ass hat, keep laughing.

Report #99 Ended.

Answers with a Price.

Report #98 2014, January 6th.

Once we realized that there was nowhere to go, we decided to go back to the library and try to scrap up some information if possible, though it turned out to be a colossal waste of time, since none of the symbols in the books made sense.

And then, they reappeared, the two figures, the Tragedy and Comedy masked figures, they appeared out of nowhere, just casually standing behind us, not even attacking us. But as soon as I made a first step towards them, their clocks just dropped to the ground, along with their masks, revealing that there was no one behind those cloaks, no one human at least.

What came from under those cloaks were clouds, dark clouds, or smoke, or whatever it was.

And then it surrounded me and Vikady, creating this strong wind, making the books fly around all over the place. Vikady was busy spewing some bullshit like always, while I was trying to find a way out. That wind...it re-created the images of both of our past lives, our parents, all the atrocious things Vikady has done, my family....

It felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes and then it stopped, all of the books falling on the ground and then I saw it, the way the books fell down, that wasn't an unknown language, those were symbols that painted a bigger picture, The Answer.

After that, we could hear yells in the distance, very angry yells and it didn't take us long to figure out that those yells, meant that the citizens of Milltown found out about our intrusion. So we looked around for any possible place to hide and ambush them, but once we looked around we saw a door, that was never there, so with nothing else to do, we ran towards it.

Once we got through it, we were met, with a million of stairs going up. With nothing to do, we had to go up those stairs.

You know where we ended up? Daniel O' Connor's shed, apparently, it led down stairs to the cave. Once we got out, we ran down the hill, since most of the town was after us in the cave, we were able to easily get to the Van and get out of there. But before we did, just before I got behind the wheel...

I took my gun and shot Vikady right in the back of his head. He served his purpose, I never forgot what he did and now he paid for it.

Report #98 Ended.