In Character

This entry is in character.

Blagh!

Duke's picture

Ya know, when you're playin a video game, and, like, you've just killed a bunch of demons, or eyeball monsters, and you find that rocket launcher and a bunch of health kits, what does that mean?

No, it does not mean you're gonna be wading through on fuckin easy street splattering bad guys all the way to the princess or reactor or whateverthefuck it is at the end. It means you're gonna be up against some goddamn Antichrist boss monster in the next fuckin room.

My life is turning into a video game. One of those shitty ones from Japan where nothing anybody says makes sense and there's no game-guide, but boy, does it have good graphics! Click for More


Foreboding

Duke's picture

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


There, I said it.

Duke's picture

I guess we couldn't have expected it all to go better than it did... Click for More


Tallahassee Jones, Mistress of the Dead

Tallee's picture

** PRIVATE ENTRY **

I came out of the closet today and damn, it feels good.


Breathe, Keep Breathing

Tallee's picture

** PRIVATE ENTRY **

After being drugged and kidnapped and fired, I really thought my day couldn't get any worse. Boy, was I wrong.


Rightous Footwork

Duke's picture

I gotta say, as fucked up as all this shit is, giving that Dale fucker exactly what he deserved was right what the goddamn doctor ordered. Yeah, maybe I felt bad for a minute giving the bastard over to the po-lice, but ya know, they were there, and there was no way in hell I was gonna let him go out that window. At least not without a couple broken legs. Read More...


I don't even know where to begin...

Tallee's picture

** PRIVATE ENTRY **

Worst day of my life. I don't even know how to process it. I never thought it could happen to me. I report on crime, I'm not a victim of it...

But it did happen.

Last night, someone broke into my apartment, drugged me and kidnapped me...


Hang in there, Philly!

Tallee's picture

If you've seen the 11 o'clock news, you know I was the victim of a kidnapping attempt tonight. I can't discuss too many details, because it's the subject of an on-going police investigation, but I can report that I am fine now and police have a suspect in custody. I'll keep you up to date with more on this story as it unfolds. Thanks for all the concerned e-mails! I'm taking a few days off to recover, but don't worry, I'll be back on Action News before you know it. Stay safe, America!


Positively a bad day

Violet's picture

Home sweet spoiled kitty. On the one hand, how bad a guy can Dale be if he gives cats treats? On the other hand, he's a fucking kidnapper; I'll not succumb to Stockholm syndrome over a can of cat food. I also don't like /dev/null taking food from strangers or being fed at inappropriate times. Chances are good there's a pile of regurgitated tuna somewhere, waiting for an unsuspecting, naked foot....


More damn questions

JLB's picture

The guy with the answers came, and all he left me with was more damn questions. Who is this Positive bastard? Why did he grab us? What are we supposed to do now? And since when do guys spontaneously combust in the middle of rooms?! Guess I need to read the Enquirer a bit more often – it's starting to look a little more pertinent. Holy shit that hurt – worse than the time I got shrapnel in my ass out in The Sandbox...