Welp, hes dead. He came out after a good 3 hours, and I shot him. Then two OTHER guys came out of the motel room with small machine guns, shot them too, just to be safe. Currently sitting in an internet cafe, drinking some coffee. I got to clear a few things up now that I read my last post.
1) Being 14 sucks ass. Do you know what its like to be a teenage boy for ( What I am assuming will be ) 20+ years? I can't even drive!
2) How I became an assassin was merely me going around to proxie hideouts asking if they had runners they needed killed. They laughed at my face then I would usually challenge one of them to "a challenge of strength!" aka: Lets fight assholes. I USUALLY won, except when some superpowered slenderproxie fuck puts the beatdown on me.
3) I don't have much past a fifth grade education, just remember this if you see grammar errors.
4) I don't deal with most of the fears, mostly slenderproxies. I don't trust oathbreakers to not poison me, I don't deal with nests as they don't have much freewill on regards to what they can and can't do, I don't deal with EAT because campers disgust me ( I never drink water if I can. Always soda or juice, helps me NOT think of EAT ), and dolls creep me the fuck out so NTY.
5) I have a partner, she is pretty cool. She drives me around, we share the money, go on supernatural adventures, friendly banter, etc etc. She also gives me someone to talk to so I don't go mad killing people. She is the one who suggested I start this dead end of a blog, just to get my creative juices out, no one reads it anyways.
welp
good shooting
-Adam
PS: Just noticed I got cheeto dust on my FUCKING RIFLE.
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