Sunday, February 27, 2011

We’re at number 6 now.


Dance magic, dance

Dance magic, dance

Put that baby spell on me

Jump magic, jump

Jump magic, jump,

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby make him free


I can’t do this any longer.  I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS ANY LONGER.  I sit here, refreshing the comments, waiting to hear back from Will.  I don’t have any way to contact him yet.

Oh, and to everyone who said that it was Theseus, thanks.  I’ve seen a response or two about that already now.

Well, I’m out of food.  Been out of food for a while now.  Can’t find any water.  Haven’t slept in I don’t know how long.  Keep feeling like I’m going to doze off, just sitting here.  I know that falling asleep is the worst thing that can happen, though.  I’m going to go until I physically can’t anymore.  I can’t even find the strength to walk, and I can barely talk.  The only reason this post is so coherent is because I promised myself when I started that I would not write in code.  I refuse to make any typos that could be interpreted as code.

Heh.  Looks like I’m gonna die here.  Fizzy went the same way, didn’t she?

Well, I’m sorry, M.  I guess I’ve failed to continue your legacy.  Sorry.  I’m a screwup.  I couldn’t even get out of a damn labyrinth.

I failed.  I screwed up.  I mean, all I really wanted was help a few people survive.  And I couldn’t do that myself.  Looks like I’m useless.

Shit, NO!  That’s how he WANTS me to think!  Fuck!  I’m breaking down!  He’s getting to me!  If he comes now, when I’m like this, that’s…fuck, that’s what he’s been doing this whole time, hasn’t it?  Fuck, I’m so glad I woke up a bit there.

Oh, shit.  Fog.  There’s fog now.  Fuck.  It’s rolling into the hallway.  He’s coming soon.  I don’t know how long, but it’ll be soon.  I don’t think I have much more time with this post.

He’s coming to either kill me, or to completely break me.  Make me his servant.  A proxy, or whatever.  Well, I’d rather die than work for you.  Especially now that you don’t have that Andrew guy working for you.  He seemed like such a nice guy.  Shame he quit, huh?

Well, I suppose it’s time for me to go.  This is probably my last post.  Or maybe there’ll be five more, depending on when you get this.  But if I’m going down, I’m going down fighting.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a twenny with this guy’s name on it.  I doubt it’s gonna work, but it’s at least worth trying.

Well, all right.  Let’s do this chums.



  1. Come on, now, man, you know how Leeroy's plan worked out, they all died, didn't they? Anyway, Jek...good luck. *Joce

  2. Damn. I really, really hope you can get out of this. I mean, if anything, it's far too early to see you go.

    Good luck, Jekyll.

  3. No... Come on, man. You can fight this. Break free. Oh God, is there anyone who can help him?