Turtle's Notes #2

Hello, 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.

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.

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.

Finally, you can follow my Twitter 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.

Timothy Holiday, AKA Zero (A Hint of Serendipity/The Last Refuge of a Dangerous Man)

Name: Timothy Holiday
Alias: Zero, Zerosage, Remnant
Blogs: A Hint of Serendipty, The Last Refuge of a Dangerous Man
Cause of Death: See "Messenger's Report" Below

From "Messenger's Report" on The Last Refuge of a Dangerous Man

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.

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.”

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.

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 my own site, but I’m not putting them on here, just out of respect for the blog.

Show’s over, people.  Nothing to see.  Move along.

-Don’t Shoot The Messenger-

From "From Zero to Hero to Zero" on Don't Shoot the Messenger

I never thought I’d actually be happy about one of these.  And yet, somehow, I am.

He’s gone.  Timothy “Zero” Holiday.  Here's the report.

[EDIT: I've gone ahead and posted an updated version to Zero's blog since the writing of this post.]

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.”

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’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.

Anyway, in this post, 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 this comment on his blog.  Well, he decided he’d come over here and retort with this:

“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.

You wanna know why I called him Jekyll?

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.

And if you've got a problem with THAT, then fuck you too.”

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?

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).

Goodnight, sweet prince, and mobs of demons drag thee to thy torment.

-Don't Shoot The Messenger-

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.

The Couriers (Return to Slender)

Name: Jonas Gottschalk
Alias: Spencer Fitzgerald, Storyteller
Cause of Death: Weird Shit

Name: August St. Claire
Cause of Death: Morphine Overdose

Name: Lorelei Seras
Alias: Doc
Cause of Death: Gunshot Wound to Head (Friendly Fire)

Name: Amanda Sumner
Alias: That Crazy Crow Chick
Cause of Death: Evisceration

Name: Samantha Carnegie
Alias: Sam
Cause of Death: Dismemberment

Name: Todd Sandoval
Alias: Sybil, Grosvenor
Cause of Death: Exsanguination, self inflicted

Took enough digging but there you have it. Five out of six deceased.
Doesn't seem to have been a bad run. I only peeked through the posts here and there to get what I needed.

Emma-Sophia Mondegreen, AKA Kathleen Schrödinger (Floccinaucinihilipilification)

Name: Emma-Sophia Mondegreen
Alias: Kathleen Schrödinger
Blog: Floccinaucinihilipilification
Details of Death: See "Messenger's Report" below.

From "Messenger's Report" on Floccinaucinihilipilification:

This is not going to be pleasant.

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.

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 featured my own blog.  Funny how those things work out sometimes.

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.

There were also bones.  Bones that we’ve managed to identify as belonging to Schrödinger.  Bones that…how do I even put this?

The bones were covered in bite marks. Human bite marks. I’ll give that a moment to sink in.

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.

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.

Blog's over.  Move along, people.  Nothing more to see.

 From "They've Opened the Box" on Don't Shoot The Messenger:

I'm not going to do

the whole post like this.

I just can't 

do it justice.

But the beginning?

That much

I can try.

Balance.

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.

Emma-Sofia "Kathleen Schrödinger" Mondegreen.  She's...dead.  Check the report.

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.

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.

Raymond Shaughnessy, AKA Reach (What You Are In The Dark)

Name: Raymond Shaughnessy
Alias: Reach
Blog: What You Are In The Dark
Details of Death: Died approximately April 29, 2011.  See details of Ava's posts below for information regarding the details of death.

From "Reach is Out" on Don't Shoot The Messenger:

Well, another one has fallen.  Reach.  Raymond Shaughnessy.  Irishman tricked into believing he had superpowers.  For a while, everything he knew was a lie.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And no, Ava, that was not affectionate teasing.  You're a bitch.  I understand that this sucks, yeah.  But grow up.  Get over it.

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

Reach Out.

From an untitled post on The London Librarian and "No Reply" on What You Are In The Dark:

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.

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.

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.

So I let him. I let him "Fend them off" while I fled like fucking Brave Sir Robin.

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...

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

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.

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.

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...

He can't be dead. It's too open-ended.

Even though I know he is, because I have Ray’s blood on my face.

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.

It fucked me up too much the first time round.

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.

And then I'll be damned if I don't reassess my priorities. Because I’m staying in Egypt now.

My Anorexic Associate didn't just rip out Ray's heart.

...I 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 "spesproreliquo", for fuck's sake.)

Turtle's Notes #1

I should have actually written this up at first instead of writing it up now and backdating it.

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.