tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215673479565231962024-02-20T14:03:03.395-08:00List of the DeceasedWhere the dead receive their final dueThe Messengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806954873130825471noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521567347956523196.post-26320336606279876912012-11-03T21:03:00.002-07:002012-11-03T21:03:35.531-07:00Turtle's Notes #2Hello, everyone. Turtle here again. I'd just like to inform you all that Mr. Justice has settled into his position and has finally been able to provide some help with the information. In addition, Mr. Ratatoskr's posts for this blog have been published posthumously. More old reports are currently being transferred over and will be over the next few days.<br />
<br />
A few quick notes: Mr. Ratatoskr, AKA The 2nd Messenger, fled from his duty and was killed by Mr. Slender. The "posthumously" comment earlier may have tipped you off about that, but I figured it would be best to state in a less offhanded way. Mr. M30, AKA the 3rd Messenger has taken over his post. You can read more about it on the "About" page.<br />
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New pages have been added. There are now sections for not only those who are confirmed and believed dead, but for those who may appear dead but actually aren't and for those who were confirmed dead but are somehow still alive. <br />
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Finally, you can <a href="https://twitter.com/TE245A_Turtle">follow my Twitter</a> because I like to use it sometimes and it'd be nice to pretend that people actually pay attention to some of the things I say.The Messengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806954873130825471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521567347956523196.post-82298854157606722402012-11-03T20:52:00.005-07:002012-11-03T20:52:59.040-07:00Timothy Holiday, AKA Zero (A Hint of Serendipity/The Last Refuge of a Dangerous Man)Name: Timothy Holiday<br />
Alias: Zero, Zerosage, Remnant<br />
Blogs: <a href="http://despairpalesbeforeme.blogspot.com/">A Hint of Serendipty</a>, <a href="http://fateworsethandeath.blogspot.ca/">The Last Refuge of a Dangerous Man</a><br />
Cause of Death: See "Messenger's Report" Below<br />
<br />
From "<a href="http://fateworsethandeath.blogspot.ca/2011/06/messengers-report.html">Messenger's Report</a>" on The Last Refuge of a Dangerous Man <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I’m
here to announce the death of Timothy “Zero” Holiday. Time of death:
June 21, 2010, aprox. 3:30 pm. Location: approximately 15 miles west of
Indianapolis. Cause of death: unknown, but believed to be
evisceration.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">There
were a couple Agents in the area tracking him when he went into a
forest. They went in after him when he didn’t come out. They found a
huge, dead tree (the surviving Agent says that they should have noticed a
tree like that towering over the rest of the forest). Zero was hanging
on one of the branches. One of the two got closer to make sure that it
was, in fact Zero, and that he was, in fact, dead. He managed to yell
back that the ripped-open abdomen was pretty conclusive and that a bone
in his forearm was missing before…well, we’re not sure what exactly
happened, since his partner is extremely unstable and unwilling to talk
about it at this time, refusing to say more about it than “the fucking
tree got him.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The
surviving agent also managed to grab a backpack belonging to Zero from
near the tree, as well as the smartphone he posted from. The mask was
also at the base of the tree, but the Agent who didn’t survive had
that. They were unable to track down the sword and jade elephant he had
discarded earlier, and, strangely enough, all the bones had vanished.
Not a trace of them anywhere. All that’s left of Zero is a backpack and
a phone…and not even that anymore, as the backpack has been burned and
the phone smashed. The sword and the elephant are still out there,
though. Good luck to anyone who thinks they can find them, I guess.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">That’s
the report. I’ll admit that it was a bit hard to remain professional
for this one. If you want to see my personal thoughts on the matter,
you can go to <a href="http://bearingbadnews.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-zero-to-hero-to-zero.html">my own site</a>, but I’m not putting them on here, just out of respect for the blog.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Show’s over, people. Nothing to see. Move along.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">-Don’t Shoot The Messenger-</span> </blockquote>
<br />
From "<a href="http://bearingbadnews.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-zero-to-hero-to-zero.html">From Zero to Hero to Zero"</a> on Don't Shoot the Messenger<br />
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I never thought I’d actually be happy about one of these. And yet, somehow, I am. </div>
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<br /></div>
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He’s gone. Timothy “Zero” Holiday. Here's the report.<br />
<br />
[EDIT: I've gone ahead and posted an <a href="http://fateworsethandeath.blogspot.com/2011/06/messengers-report.html">updated version</a> to Zero's blog since the writing of this post.]</div>
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<br /></div>
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<i> </i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>There
were a couple Agents in the area tracking him when he went into a
forest. They went in after him when he didn’t come out. They found a
huge, dead tree (the surviving Agent says that they should have noticed a
tree like that towering over the rest of the forest). Zero was hanging
on one of the branches. One of the two got closer to make sure that it
was, in fact Zero, and that he was, in fact, dead. He managed to yell
back that the ripped-open abdomen was pretty conclusive before…well,
we’re not sure what exactly happened, since his partner is extremely
unstable and unwilling to talk about it at this time, refusing to say
more about it than “the fucking tree got him.”</i></div>
<i></i><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The surviving agent also managed to grab a
backpack belonging to Zero from near the tree, as well as the smartphone
he posted from. The mask was also at the base of the tree, but the
Agent who didn’t survive had that. They were unable to track down the
sword and jade elephant he had discarded earlier, and, strangely enough,
all the bones had vanished. Not a trace of them anywhere. All that’s
left of Zero is a backpack and a phone…and not even that anymore, as the
backpack has been burned and the phone smashed. The sword and the
elephant are still out there, though. Good luck to anyone who thinks
they can find them, I guess.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’ll admit, it was hard for me to remain
professional for this one, just because…well, I don’t know. I guess
he’s just been striking nerves lately. In fact, I've decided to hold
off on posting this to his blog, just because I feel like I wouldn't be
able to avoid taking shots at him and it's just not right to spit on a
dead guy on his own blog. See, we...had a bit of an exchange not too
long ago. Let me get the posts for you. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Anyway, in <a href="http://fateworsethandeath.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-you-ever.html">this post</a>,
he mentioned Jekyll as one of his victims. Listed under people who
“deserved it.” He is, of course, referring to Hyde, a friend I’d
mentioned before who helped me through things when I was first getting
involved. The thing is, Zero didn’t even know Hyde. I did. Zero
probably never even read Hyde’s blog, so he wouldn't know that Jekyll
wasn’t Hyde. Sure, they shared the same body, and a few similarities,
but the two were…not the same person. And neither of them “deserved”
it. Take it from me, Hyde was just a broken kid who was working for The
Boss because he had nothing left. All he had was the name Hyde. And
that asshole took that way from him, too. I got a bit upset about that
and left <a href="http://fateworsethandeath.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-you-ever.html?showComment=1308200822151#c7900865214166815652">this comment</a> on his blog. Well, he decided he’d come over here and retort with <a href="http://bearingbadnews.blogspot.com/2011/06/interview-with-alex.html?showComment=1308450511327#c7199664688216521860">this</a>: </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
“you know, at first I didn't give a damn about you bitching about
Hyde. I mean, why the fuck do you care? You leave this big defensive
comment on my blog about him and shit, and I really didn't give a damn,
but fuck it.<br />
<br />
You wanna know why I called him Jekyll?<br />
<br />
Because it makes him a real man to me, not some bullshit proxy that I
killed, I call him Jekyll as a sign of his humanity, whatever the hell
was left of it.<br />
<br />
And if you've got a problem with THAT, then fuck you too.”<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
What a guy. Isn’t he great? Jekyll was human,
but once he became Hyde, I guess he just ceased to be a person. I guess
that this means that I’m not a human either. Or anyone else I’ve
talked to here. William, or the people who call themselves William,
have lost everything. Are you really going to say that you can’t look
at them with pity as people?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The fucker is dead, and I can’t help but be
happy about it. He’s not going to kill anyone else now. He’s not
going to spread his bigoted slander about us Agents around (I’d like to
remind you that, unlike him, most of us have never killed anyone).</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Goodnight, sweet prince, and mobs of demons drag thee to thy torment.</div>
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</div>
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<br />
-Don't Shoot The Messenger-</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
NOTE: May get a report up on Zero's blog
eventually. May not. I don't know. I don't feel like it'd be a good
idea when I can't remain unbiased in this.</div>
</blockquote>
Ratatoskrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05988977138664606667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521567347956523196.post-31556852856296789792012-11-03T20:52:00.003-07:002012-11-03T20:52:36.231-07:00The Couriers (Return to Slender)Name: Jonas Gottschalk<br />
Alias: Spencer Fitzgerald, Storyteller<br />
Cause of Death: Weird Shit<br />
<br />
Name: August St. Claire<br />
Cause of Death: Morphine Overdose<br />
<br />
Name: Lorelei Seras<br />
Alias: Doc<br />
Cause of Death: Gunshot Wound to Head (Friendly Fire)<br />
<br />
Name: Amanda Sumner<br />
Alias: That Crazy Crow Chick<br />
Cause of Death: Evisceration<br />
<br />
Name: Samantha Carnegie<br />
Alias: Sam<br />
Cause of Death: Dismemberment<br />
<br />
Name: Todd Sandoval<br />
Alias: Sybil, Grosvenor<br />
Cause of Death: Exsanguination, self inflicted<br />
<br />
Took enough digging but there you have it. Five out of six deceased.<br />
Doesn't seem to have been a bad run. I only peeked through the posts here and there to get what I needed.<br />
<br />Ratatoskrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05988977138664606667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521567347956523196.post-56343117324764762532012-05-10T21:10:00.000-07:002012-05-10T21:10:02.201-07:00Emma-Sophia Mondegreen, AKA Kathleen Schrödinger (Floccinaucinihilipilification)Name: Emma-Sophia Mondegreen<br />
Alias: Kathleen Schrödinger<br />
Blog: <a href="http://simultaneouslymeaningfulandworthless.blogspot.com/%20">Floccinaucinihilipilification</a><br />
Details of Death: See "Messenger's Report" below.<br />
<br />
From "<a href="http://simultaneouslymeaningfulandworthless.blogspot.com/2011/09/messengers-report.html">Messenger's Report</a>" on Floccinaucinihilipilification:<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
This is not going to be pleasant.<br />
<br />
I’m here to report the death of Emma-Sofia "Kathleen Schrödinger"
Mondegreen. She died...sometime within the past few days. Thursday
evening is our best guess. As I’m sure all of you reading her blog know,
she was being held hostage by a certain “Cheshire,” and he proposed a
little “game” to determine her fate. Only problem was, he had five aces
and he dealt us a hand of Monopoly money. He never intended to honor
his deal.<br />
<br />
Cheshire just sort of disappeared, and a few of our Agents went in after
him to check out what had happened. They found a note in her apartment
directing them to the cellar of a library…the same one, if I’m not
mistaken, that Schrödinger mentioned in her post that <a href="http://simultaneouslymeaningfulandworthless.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-deliver-news.html">featured my own blog</a>. Funny how those things work out sometimes.<br />
<br />
When the Agents got to the cellar, Cheshire was already gone. So was
Schrödinger. They…didn’t find a body. Technically. I can still,
unfortunately, report with all certainty that Schrödinger is dead,
because while there was no body, there was still a head.<br />
<br />
There were also bones. Bones that we’ve managed to identify as belonging to Schrödinger. Bones that…how do I even put this?<br />
<br />
The bones were covered in bite marks. Human bite marks. I’ll give that a moment to sink in.<br />
<br />
I’m not usually one to pay final respects. Sure I’ll make observations
or post any final wishes that may exist, but final, parting words to the
deceased? It’s unprofessional and it requires getting attached to the
victim. But I guess there are exceptions for everything.<br />
<br />
Kathleen, you made me smile. You convinced me that, no matter how dark
things get, it’s possible to remain optimistic. You made me, and I’m
sure so many others, curious. But they’ve opened up the box, and I
guess that same curiosity is what killed the Kat. But you live on. If
not in their hearts, then in mine. And for you to be able to impact
someone who’s technically your enemy as much as you have? Well, it’s an
understatement to say that you’ll be missed. No one deserves to go
like this. But you least of all.<br />
<br />
Blog's over. Move along, people. Nothing more to see. </blockquote>
From "<a href="http://bearingbadnews.blogspot.com/2011/09/theyve-opened-box_11.html">They've Opened the Box</a>" on Don't Shoot The Messenger:<br />
<br />
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I'm not going to do<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
the whole post like this.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
I just can't </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
do it justice. </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
But the beginning?</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
That much</div>
I can try.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Balance.</div>
<br />
Let me make one thing clear...there aren't many of you that I actually
give half a shit about. So the fact that this is actually hard for me
to write up...well, let's just say that it should give you a sense of
how much of an impact Schrödinger tended to make on people.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://simultaneouslymeaningfulandworthless.blogspot.com/">Emma-Sofia "Kathleen Schrödinger" Mondegreen</a>. She's...dead. Check <a href="http://simultaneouslymeaningfulandworthless.blogspot.com/2011/09/messengers-report.html">the report</a>.<br />
<br />
I can't type it out again. And if I could, I don't want it on my blog where I'd have to be reminded of it.<br />
<br />
At the risk of being called a Quisling or Benedict Arnold or
teamkiller...I would love nothing more than that Cheshire bastard's
death right now.</blockquote>The Messengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806954873130825471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521567347956523196.post-9390125842992952352012-05-10T20:35:00.002-07:002012-05-10T20:35:35.918-07:00Raymond Shaughnessy, AKA Reach (What You Are In The Dark)Name: Raymond Shaughnessy<br />
Alias: Reach<br />
Blog: <a href="http://whatyouareinthedark.blogspot.com/">What You Are In The Dark</a><br />
Details of Death: Died approximately April 29, 2011. See details of Ava's posts below for information regarding the details of death.<br />
<br />
From "<a href="http://bearingbadnews.blogspot.com/2011/04/reach-is-out.html">Reach is Out</a>" on Don't Shoot The Messenger:<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Well, another one has fallen. Reach. Raymond Shaughnessy. Irishman
tricked into believing he had superpowers. For a while, everything he
knew was a lie.<br />
<br />
He had a kid. Has a kid. ...Will have a kid. I don't know if it's a
son or daughter, and I don't know if the mother does either. But hey,
there's one bit of solace. Reach is gone, but his kid will live on.
Hopefully. From what I hear, Robert's trying to do everything he can to
make sure of that.<br />
<br />
He was a figurehead. He was a hero. He decided that he didn't want to
work for The Boss anymore, and quit in the most spectacular fashion
possible.<br />
<br />
He was also just a kid. Only seventeen years old. That's younger than
me. And he and another kid were thrust into this together. This
shouldn't have happened to them. This shouldn't happen to any of us.<br />
<br />
Reach is living testimony that those of us working for The Boss are
human, and can genuinely care about you guys (even if, like me, we
refuse to switch sides). He showed that, even in darkness, there is
some light.<br />
<br />
Goodbye, Reach. It would have been an honor to sign you off. Too bad
that librarian bitch beat me to it. Stupid cruddy connection cutting
out on me.<br />
<br />
And no, Ava, that was not affectionate teasing. You're a bitch. I
understand that this sucks, yeah. But grow up. Get over it.<br />
<br />
So to end on a more positive note, let's all remember Reach again. A
brave kid in way over his head. We'll miss you, buddy. And we'll
always, always remember to<br />
<br />
Reach Out.</blockquote>
<br />
From an <a href="http://thelondonlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-swore-to-myself-that-i-wouldnt.html">untitled post</a> on The London Librarian and "<a href="http://whatyouareinthedark.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-reply.html">No Reply</a>" on What You Are In The Dark: <br />
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I
swore to myself that I wouldn’t fucking post here again. On this stupid
blog. But I can’t just leave it and there’s no-one left to help me
record things.</div>
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<br />
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Ray
is dead. I can’t process it. I can’t believe it. It’s so open ended...
We were in the Magna, one of us keeping an eye on the entrance at all
times, when we heard voices. Ray knew who they were straight off the
bat, shoved me out of the way and stood infront of me. I scrabbled
around a little before getting to my feet and seeing the two. Eulogy and
Hammer. I knew their names from Ray's introduction I guess you could
say it was. It was more of a mock casual greeting, I guess.</div>
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<br />
</div>
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Of
course then we turned tail and ran like hell, because I'm pregnant and
Ray's human. It didn't work. Like, at all. When Ray'd shoved me out of
the way, the two of us lost sight of the entrance. So it wasn't there.
Like a fucking Weeping Angel. It buggered off the second it could. And
of course the other two were like fucking Olympic sprinters and that
bloody moron had to go and be chivalrous and tell me to "Run as he held
them off." I really wanted to hit him then. But I realised something.
I'm thinking for two. I can't be so reckless anymore. I can't...stand up
for myself.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
So I let him. I let him "Fend them off" while I fled like fucking Brave Sir Robin.</div>
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<br />
</div>
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I
had an enjoyable half hour/hour/month/decade trying to find the
entrance again, because my senses were skewing themselves left right and
center. I could smell and taste things that weren't there, feel things,
see things. But I found it. I think it's more a case of wanting it and
knowing that this is how the place works. I didn't exit though. I just
sort of...hung about in the gap. I think I heard gunshots at a point,
but it was so echoey and merely dropping a pencil could get that loud
after a while...</div>
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<br />
</div>
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Ray
came stumbling out from a corner a way away about an hour later,
something like that. His arm was bleeding heavily and he was clutching
it, when he saw me he smiled a little and</div>
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<br />
</div>
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And then there was this thick fog behind him and it made the air smell so strongly you could taste it. It tasted like novocaine.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
The
fog solidified into tentacles and thrashed around the narrow corridor
we were in, I only realised that they'd pulled Ray back into the fog,
where I couldn't see him after a minute. I think the fog did more than
just TASTE like novocaine. I think they really did numb you...to your
own brain screaming at you to flee.</div>
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<br />
</div>
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He
was screaming, Tony. He was fucking screaming his lungs out. And I felt
rain on my face. I ran. I turned and fucking ran for my life, for my
baby's life, for my sanity...</div>
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<br />
</div>
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He can't be dead. It's too open-ended.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
Even though I know he is, because I have Ray’s blood on my face.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
I
can’t wash it off. In some strange way it’s all I have left of him, so
instead I’m left staring at myself in the mirror over the sink, hands
bracing themselves for when I throw up. I never do. I’m too numb still. I
don’t know if this has something to do with my coma, Redlight's fucking
about in my head and it’s repercussions on my emotions, or if believing
Ray dead once before was all my mind and body could take. Now it’s
happened a second time and I can’t even think anything other than white
noise. There’s nothing in my head. Usually there’s something in my mind,
something going about, something that needs testing or doing or going
to. I just can’t think like that right now, but there’s no grief either.
I honestly don’t think I can mourn Ray again.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
It fucked me up too much the first time round.</div>
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<br />
</div>
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So I’ll stand at my mirror and stare at the blood on my face, and sometime soon , I’ll wash it off. I’ll say a final goodbye.</div>
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My Anorexic Associate didn't just rip out Ray's heart.</div>
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found this when I went to post this on Ray's blog. He seems to have
written it a few weeks ago. Stupid soppy cunt. (His fucking password was
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</blockquote>The Messengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806954873130825471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521567347956523196.post-21131657161042472322012-05-01T21:04:00.000-07:002012-11-03T21:05:18.250-07:00Turtle's Notes #1I should have actually written this up at first instead of writing it up now and backdating it.<br />
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Turtle is feeling all upturned tonight. He'll update this thing tomorrow. It basically boils down to a lot of the same things in the "About" page. That's a good place to start reading.The Messengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806954873130825471noreply@blogger.com0