Well, these last few days have been entertaining, in the same way that the oppressive, hell-driven life of mine has been enjoyable. I've had the shit kicked out of me more times this week then I have in the entirety of high school.
Now, for the record, I was going to talk about this new Rika, who needs to stay the fuck away from me, however, things came up, and some of you loyal readers, both of you hopefully, have read of some of my activity lately.
In my defense, I don't remember being so easily bested, but to the conceited motherfucker victor goes the spoils, and I certainly did not win that fight. Being blindsided by....by whatever the hell that asshole was, wasn't exactly in the gameplan, but whatever. I move on, and survive.
Arkady....Arkady is still a target, he iss still dangerous. The man was saved by...by some fucked up proxy. Fucking saved by a servant of evil. And he still claims he's not working with the monster...
Traitor to the cause of men.
I struggled with his rescuer, even if I could barely see him, I saw all I needed, to cast judgement on him. There was no 'mark' upon his spirit, but his body seemed so gaunt, so ragged, that it was obvious of his intent, and corruption. Even with my battered form, and injuries, he could stand not the righteousness of my cause. The bastard nearly fell apart as I slew him.
And with his body, I sent a message. Breaking every single bit of him that I could, save one piece.
No...that bone is due a greater purpose than a warning towards evil.
That bone shall be among the others, to pierce evil's heart.