Foreboding

Foreboding. Yeah, that's the fucking word.

I knew goin to Oklahoma was gonna be a bad idea in the long run. A big goddamn distraction. Sure, that bitch Sylva needed what she got, but you gotta take care of yourself first. Just like when the goddamn masks pop outta the ceiling on airplanes... put yours on FIRST, then go help that grandma in the next seat with hers.

So we just put a mask on fuckin OKC, and now we're back home suckin fumes, 'cause Positive's takin the initiative... Click for More

The things I gotta wonder is if that dog is in on it. I mean, OK, maybe he thought he was warnin us, but if he was, then we shoulda been more of a surprise to those burn unit assholes. But not only were they waitin for us, they were waitin with a perishable dude in an open van out front, right after pluggin Killian's friend Kyle. That's fuckin operational timing. Especially since the only way we got back in time to meet their fucking timetable was both Nikolaj telling us we needed to go, AND then sending us.

I fucking hate dogs.

These folks here, they gotta come to an understandin. It's obvious Positive is tryin to get us fightin with each other instead of lookin for him. He fucked that up when he tacked Tallee's brother on to the whole fuckin mess. If he'd a let that whole Finneus thing play out we'd be spinnin on each other like fuckin cheap rims, but now we know that it ain't just against Killian. Any of us could be next to lose a friend, or brother, or worse to his mindfuckery. So either we all come together now, as a whole one-for-all and all-for-one kinda deal or I gotta bail.

And if I bail, that means never fuckin findin out what the hell this all means. Which would be a damned shame.