We're Back. -Pascaline.

Warmest greetings. I am Pascaline. I understand that a majority have been supportive and understanding of Talmai in these troubled times. Originally I did not intend on posting, but then other than proxies, nobody intended on what just happened.

We captured a proxiette that was trying to attack a boy of the school, Cian. The proxiette refused to talk. So we got her to post beforehand, the girl, "Araminta" – well, why on earth do I call her the girl? She was older than I, in her forties perhaps – yet, there was something intangibly childlike about her... no, that is not what I mean to say. There was an air of eternal neglect, as per a forsaken castle with vandalised chambers. Something feral, something untouched. 

For the benefit of myself, Matvei and Talmai I shall now describe her - I warn you that if you are about to dine, you may find this unsettling to the stomach.

She wore a lacy Victorian dress that looked as if she had not taken it off since perhaps the age of twelve, for there were many splits and scars that made her seem as if her body had to grow around the material. This was indeed the case on the left shoulder and the left hip – some of the straps and ribbons had embedded themselves in and under her skin, many infected, purulent, bleeding. She had, it seemed, made an attempted to heal some by a whitish substance resembling powder.

The dress seems as if it would have once been white as well, although it is horribly stained with blood, dirt, food and pus. Hair is blonde, but greying, and in terribly matted plaits. Eyes blue, beautiful baby blue, but with terrible case of icteric sclera and rather bloodshot. Rotting teeth. I think that covers it.

We can't be certain what is going on inside her mind. We'll get to you when we work it out.

Kind regards,

Pascaline

LISTEN TO ME

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MY NAME IS NOT ARAMINT PLEASE NO non ono n

Does everyone caught up in this

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just blog about it?

PROXIES? YOU KNOW, MY FELLOW PROCURERS? FELLOW SERVANTS? MY BRETHREN, MY LOVERS IN CHAINS?

do you not listen to His song

it is a song

a command

a beckoning

a fact of life

and it shouts through your

AZOTH

it shouts listen to it oh just listen

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KILL?

KILL.

KILL!

KILL!

~Araminta

Critical updates on our situation

Two days ago Talm seemed to have calmed down, and so he and Felicity were reunited. Obviously they are still in mourning, but at least now they can mourn together and heal properly. Felicity was my main concern, trying to keep her feet as far out of this stuff as possible.

Because of all the shit that's gone down, yesterday Talm went to her school, just a little village school really, to sort out time off and arrangements of moral support she'd be needing when she gets back in... god knows how long. How does a child recover from that? To the point, Felicity hasn't left his side since he got back, so she went too, and because she went, so did Pascaline and I.

The tall man followed us there, when we stopped for every red light and every old lady crossing the road, He'd be close by, watching, staring with no eyes. 

We underestimated the skill of those proxies. And however tall their Master is, we also underestimated how low they'll stoop to lick His thin pale ballsack. They ambushed us there. We yelled all at the kids in the schoolyard to run. The stupid teachers called them inside. With fewer options before being forced to fight, Pascaline called the police, we all agreed we would hold the proxies off the school for as long as possible. Called the police. I wish to god we hadn't. The proxies gunned the police down with ease.

Which brings us to now. We're stuck in a loop with 63 primary school kids, and proxies. The town looks abandoned, if you walk through too many halls (far more halls and classrooms than the school actually has) the school they start to look abandoned, too. Against our protests, one teaching assistant went to explore said hall. He hasn't come back yet.

We've spent the last few hours making name tags for the kids and compiling a register, which we do every two hours, to check we aren't missing anyone else. Thankfully, all the kids are with us so far, except the ones who had been absent that day, who are presumably safe at home. Talm is with Felicity. Pascaline is organising the older kids to comfort the younger ones in groups, which she's calling Bubble Time. I'm keeping guard, making sure the kids don't touch the weapons, organising lunches.

In case we run out, I've made a contraption to catch rainwater using the PVC piping, but when/if it does rain, I'm gonna have to check it actually works, and I'm gonna have to check it's actually water.

All of us are thinking of what the fuck to tell the kids. They don't understand why we're barricading doors, they've only seen glimpses of proxies, only heard the fighting from the main classroom.

Pascaline or Talm can tell them; I'm not very good with children.

✒Matvei

#6, #7, #8 - M4 CARBINE, MAGNETS, MAKESHIFT LECCY CHAIR

TALMAI CHECKING IN JUST TO SAY TO THE PEEPS THAT I'M ALIVE.

10/10 to this M4 CARBINE. YOU CAN BUY IT OFF ANY DECENT SHADY SUPPLIER OF YOURS. EMPTIES PROXY BASES IN SECONDS.

10/10 to magnets, when the ones with all the azoth tried to escape through the Path, it locked them in. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOTHERFUCKERS. Where is your MASTER now, BITCHES?

Then, one had like AZOTH TENTACLES, oh he thought he was so fucking BAD, he told me all about killing my little girl, so I STRAPPED HIM TO A FUCKING CHAIR WITH REINFORCED CHAINS, PUT WIRE AROUND ALL HIS TENTACLES AND WATCHED HIM ELECTROCUTE HIMSELF TO DEATH WHILE STRUGGLING. AHAHAH OH GOD THE SCREAMING WAS AMAZING. 100/10 10000/10!!!! A MILLION OUT OF TEN!!

-TALM

I Don't Even Know How To Explain This.

Matvei here.

Talm hadn't been back for a while, so yesterday I drove to his house, it's flung a little way down the coast, nearest to Bude, Cornwall. Beautiful white cottage with ivy and all. There were balloons and streamers and banners leftover from Charlotte's birthday. You could hear the ocean rolling, the seagulls, smell the salt. There were more seagulls around than I was used to, then again I'm not from here so I didn't make much of it.

I knocked on the door for a bit and there was no answer. Tried the handle. Open. And then, that smell. I'd know that smell anywhere. Decay. In Britain, the weather has been hot these past few days, that only exacerbated the stench, sped up the rotting. Inside. Lana was the first corpse I found,  Jesus Christ, I can only imagine what they did to Lana, only see the aftermath. She was kind of a bitch. But she didn't deserve that. Relatives, playmates, dead. Throughout the house. All killed in one gruesome manner or another. I think they took the dining room hostage, not certain though. They must have done it on Charlotte's birthday.

This was the work of more than one person, no doubt. I found one proxy upstairs stabbing at some leftover birthday cake. I really should have interrogated him. Instead I gouged his eyes out with the fork. Talm says men with children kill with the least mercy. Whenever I remind him that I don't have kids, he just shrugs like I'm some kind of explainable exception.

I found what was left of Charlotte in the garden, strung up on the swing and decorated with some streamers and burst balloons. Her presents and wrapping paper were strewn all around.

The shed, there was a noise coming from it. Opened doors, got ready to shoot. Glad I didn't. Little Felicity. She was clutching a bear that had a bandage over it. She was a state, covered in her own tears and vomit, Christ she must have been there for three days. Kind of drawn in, blanking everything out. She didn't even flinch when I picked her up and carried her back to my car. I had a last look around for Talm, but couldn't stick around long. Needed to get Felicity out of there.

I guess an explanation of precisely what it is we do is in order. Because I think the Oracle has been waiting for this moment for a while.

Kelevra asked why I changed sides so rapidly. Thing is, I never did. Neither did Talm or Pascaline. That's what brought us together. What with all the hits on England lately, did you ever stop to wonder why the place was so vulnerable, why news spread so slowly? Us. We intercepted messages, wiped files, replaced files, spread lies, damaged the system at its very foundation. Moreover, we killed. Funny story - Pascaline and I met while trying to sabotage the same proxy mission.

Those train wrecks, Kelevra? They were intended to kill those proxies. And the rest were intended to get angry so I would have a reason to kill every last of one them. You could call us all... infiltrators, I suppose. We never changed sides. We never forgave our "Master". We never served. Only destroyed.

✒Matvei

Matvei again. Unofficial Item Haul.

Talm isn't back yet from his daughter's birthday party, was expecting him an hour ago. Anyway he had a post planned for today. Doing one on his behalf. It won't be as fun, because I'll be talking about practical things, but anyway.

iPhone Armband

These days running and proxying alike has become centred around the internet. Or you might need to contact someone. Yet that can be hard while in combat, or fleeing. This is an okay-ish solution. It's an armband, and you slide your iPhone into it. So, you can run, jump around, fire guns, ride bikes, drive cars, and your iPhone will be close by and secure.

It's not clear on the picture, but there is a cover over the iPhone's screen, which protects it from scratches while being thin enough to use the touch screen through.

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Can be purchased here.

Shitstormproof USB

Another thing about running and proxying is the importance of information. People will pay to get it and people will pay to have it destroyed. Introducing a bulletproof, shockproof, fireproof, waterproof USB. Used in the armed forces, if I'm not mistaken. This way you can store information about proxies, runners. If that didn't have you sold on it, it's also a keyring and has an aesthetically pleasing pattern on it.

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Can be purchased here.

Cash Capsule

A keyring that is actually a capsule. It can be used to hold money, specifically notes, for those times you've had to leave in a hurry and need a quick fiver for the bus. Or maybe you need it for taking cyanide for impromptu suicides when you suspect you're about to be interrogated.

Others may want to keep some Ipecac in there for impromptu emesis if you suspect the person you're about to interrogate has taken some cyanide.

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Can be purchased here.

✒Matvei

Emm... hey, I'm Matvei

Thanks to my comment about Kelevra, Talmai is pushing for me to post.

I beg your pardon for any mistakes, English isn't my first language. Only in recent years did I get the hang of it, when I first became a proxy I did not speak any English.

What is there to tell. Emmm. Well back in the early 90s I was doing course after course on engineering, mechanics, construction, anything practical, I flung myself into that kind of task. I fidget a lot, what can I say. To raise money for these classes, I worked as a security guard at a mental institution, won't get too specific, I'll just say it was an hour's drive from the nearest city. The actual spot it was in was lovely, there were trees all around, fresh air and a little stream. Really nice place for patients to start the road to recovery. 

There wasn't trouble often, in fact I was one of just three guards. When there was trouble, my motif was to sneak up fast and calmly restrain the patient. Fast, strong and silent. At any rate, I got on well with the patients. I was practically best friends with one patient, Kostya, who was in for... well, I don't know the English word for it but if I hit it into a translator it comes up with "paranoid schizophrenia". I don't trust translators, but fingers crossed, a?

The thing was, I was friends with many patients afflicted by that same illness, and he just didn't seem like them. As a guard, you get accustomed to certain behavior patterns for certain illnesses. Anyway Kostya spoke of a tall, pale man in a suit, with no face. Sometimes, said Kostya, He had branches, and He bled black. Other than that, and the paranoia, he seemed normal, especially for that place. I was devastated when he committed suicide, and shocked, suicides never really happened in our institution, I knew there had to be more to it. So I investigated. And you know the rest.

Because of Master, I had to ditch my job, ditch all my courses, all that hard work, I put so much effort into my life and I loved all of it, and then He took it away from me. So I was a pissed off runner with manual skills. From Ireland to Russia, the United States to Chile, Egypt to South Africa, Yemen to Japan, I was their worst nightmare and they didn't even know it. Sneaked up on proxies and killed them, staged so many accidents for proxy transport - buses, trains, you name it. Their own safehouses became not so safe. Not with a well placed wire or a well aimed gun.

That went on for two years. Now I am a proxy myself, and just like everything else in life, I throw myself into it. So I guess I do a good job at it.

✒Matvei

#5 - Sword Disguised As An Umbrella-ella-ella, eh-eh...

Talm here. Pascaline likes this one, whereas Matvei prefers to murder with actual umbrellas. I'm on the fence. I shall leave the decision-making to you.

Name of item: Umbrella Sword Cane.
Description:

"Fully Functional Umbrella
Sword Length 23" Sword Blade Length: 15-1/2"
Overall length 36"
Handle with sword attached unscrews at base of umbrella
Blade Material: Stainless Steel"

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Why all the measurements are in inches and feet and stuff, I just gawd dang diddly don't know. Anyway, it functions both as an umbrella (albeit a BAAAYD umbrella!) and a weapon.

Rating: 8/10.

8 is for its effectiveness as a weapon, I grant ye that nobody sees it coming. The missing 2 points is for it not being a good umbrella and also weather over here has been nice for the past few days. Expect more stealth products over the next few peepertimers, as Matvei certainly favours the clandestine arts. Also I may reveal a little more about myself. Of course there are secrets, everyone has secrets, but nah... gotta wait for the right time. There's got to be a right time.

You can buy it here, with free shipping.

-Talm

#2, #3 + #4 -- Ropes and Grappling Hooks

Why the triple review? Because Talm here is about to save you $90. Or £60.

#2

Name of item: Grappling Hook, as sold on Fracture's Free Market.

Description: Rope sold separately.

Rating: 4/10

#3

Name of item: Rope, as sold on Fracture's Free Market.

Description: 50 ft rope.

Rating: 6/10

Seriously, this was a god damn rip-off. Rope for $10 / £6.65? Not bad. But a grappling hook for $80 / £53.20? Do you think the Runners we hunt down bleed money or something? The 4 is because both items are functional. Still... dunnah buy it.

#4

Name of item: Ninja Grappling Hook, by Ninja Gear

Description:

"Grapple out from a tight spot. Steel makes this a sturdy hook for grabbing an item quickly. The long nylon rope provides excessive length needed to make a complete grab. The hooks are placed on the threaded spine of the base with a spring tensioner. Turn it to adjust it to the right spot. A flat black finish on the exterior allows you to stay concealed in the shadows. Specifications: Overall Length: 10.5 Inches Span: 8.3 Inches Grappling Points: 4 Rope Length: 30 Feet Features: Spring Tensioner, Steel Construction"

Rating: 10/10

Fully functional, high quality cord AND hook for $10.43 / £7.30. Would definitely recommend. Since Fracture's rope isn't as much of a rip-off, you can simply buy the 50ft rope and replace the 30ft cord with it.

You can buy it here.

-Talm

I Think I Like This Blogging Stuffz!

I do!

Sooooooooo, lemme tell you about me as a proxy. I get my tasks directly from the Oracle's headquarters. Then I go do them. No divisions. No masters, Der Großmann aside. When I come home to my family I know I made the right choice.

You must be thinking, Ay Talm, a guy who reports directly to the Oracle must be skilled? Aw yeah. Yes I am. Not to brag buuut . . . I can kill a man in so many ways I lost count in January 2010. I was maybe up to 745? Five of said ways, might I add, are with a can of Lynx deo.

You must be thinking, eh Talm, a guy who's skilled enough to report directly to the Oracle has gotta be in demand? Well . . . oui et non. I assure you people have threatened my family to try and get me to work with them. And I assure you those people are no longer!

Is that to say I operate alone? Nooo! I work with Matvei and Pascaline. Pascaline makes stuff go boom, and Matvei makes accidents happen. I wish I could tell you about Matvei, but I honestly don't know much about him. Oh, except - he is a deadly improviser, also I met my beautiful Lana through him. As for Pascaline, she's 27 with wild red hair, really fit actually. She could have any man she wants, honestly, but she won't open up to anyone. Meh. Each to their own.

-Talm

#1 - Money Box

Name of item:  "FACE BANK COIN EATING MONEYBOX IN PINK"

Description of product, taken from Amazon page:

"HIGH QUALTIY (sic)

FACE BANK EATS YOUR COIN AS IF HE IS ENJOYING IT.

AAA BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED.

COLOUR IN PINK"

Rating: 5/10

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This is a functional money box I was using to save up for things on Fracture's free market. You put the coin in, and it is programmed to give the appearance of chewing it. However, I found myself keeping spare change in my wallet in an effort to avoid utilising this product. Its appearance is rather discomforting, and in recent events I have woken up directly facing the monstrosity. I believe it is the nose I find particularly unsettling. My daughter Charlotte expressed similiar issues.

The 5/10 rating stems from its effectiveness against Runners. The only use I have been able to find for this is to gaslight them by placing it in their houses. After watching a Runner dispose of one by burning it, I can confirm the product is damaged by fire, and had to replace said product.

It requires batteries, which are not included.

You can view or buy it here.

-Talm

Straight to it.

My name is Talmai, I am a proxy, and I believe that is all the information you need for now.

Mmmm alriiiight don't judge me, but, I can talk for hours on end about my family! I'll make it short. Short. Short. Okay, I have my lovely gentle wife, Lana. Don't mistake her for one of those '50s Stepford type wives though, she can be a damn scary lady if you try and order her around. My daughters are Charlotte and Felicity. Charlotte will be twelve in a few days, sooo Lana and I have a little party planned, she's gonna have a few friends round, maybe we'll sort out a couple of movies for them, depends what Char wants really. Also gotta make sure little Felicity isn't left out, she's eight but super mature, you know they let her skip a year in school? Might get a few super soakers if it's a nice day.

Okays, I'm a ramblin' man. I'll give you a rest now and jump to me first post.

-Talm