Things have quieted down here quite a lot, now. That's good, because we were running low on the essentials. Food, toilet paper, white phosphorus, gin, pencils. All the essentials.
So I've been doing some shopping and networking. Jeff got around a lot. Damn fine medic, worked with several different groups. So there are several people willing to help me. Also several people who blame me for his death, but I'd be a hypocrite if I complained about that.
Anyway, I have a spare couple of hours, and figured I'd try something. See, a comment on Marconi's blog got me thinking. He publishes articles about 100 words long, around once a month. It has been said he's really cranking them out, so I figured I'd try to get an approximate timeframe for how long he takes on them.
So, here goes nothing. A Brief Biography of Fred, of A Stupid Summer Assignment [http://astupidsummerassignment.blogspot.co.uk/] fame (gotta love that sibilance), and, more recently, The Path to Redemption is Paved in Blood [http://tocorrectawarriorssins.blogspot.co.uk/] (speaking of which, it's spelt Assault. 'A' followed by 'U', not the other way around).
Fred first got involved in the machinations of the Slenderman back in June 2012, when he (Slenderman, not Fred) began to take an interest in his younger brother. The story progressed in the usual way. Somewhat sad that there is a 'usual' way, but oh well. Fred began to see more and more of the Slenderman, which drove him to research him. A vicious cycle. His brother, Tim, began to speak with the Slenderman, fall under His influence. Now, for most people that would be the cue to start Running, but Fred wouldn't leave his brother alone. Noble. Didn't end well, with Fred succumbing to Slendersickness, which affects different people differently. There's no concrete proof of what Slendersickness is, but the best theory so far, as posited by Med, is that it's caused by a buildup of Azoth, caused by contact with or proximity to the Slenderman. Most of you are runners, who will be all to familiar with the coughing fits caused by this sickness. That is your body trying to reject the azoth, prevent it covering your insides. On the other hand, there's the rest of us. Those who don't have a reaction to it. On the plus side, we don't have to worry about runner's cough, or any of the other issues you have. On the negative side, spending time around quantities of Azoth, such as the Path, or Slenderman, leads to Azoth buildup. No real way to remove it without brain damage, for us. And the more azoth is in you, the less control you have, the closer you become to a puppet. Power, at the cost of free will.
But I digress. The important thing is that Fred is/was a natural proxy. Doesn't/didn't reject the azoth, it built inside him. Started to skew his perceptions, drive him a little insane. He fought pretty hard, tried to keep himself, but all that means, all that ever means is that when you break you shatter. Fred went insane eventually, ended up a zealot. Mad as a hatter with a flamethrower. Shit like that is the reason I serve willingly. Well, 'willingly'.
Naturally, one of his friends, Kyle, got involved, read his blog. He's still alive and running now, and somewhat screwed, judging by precedence of other Heralds in his position. Horror stories, and not even particularly well known ones. Took a lot of digging to uncover. Nonetheless, he got wrapped up in this shitstorm, and pretty soon Fred got involved. Took the name of 'the Warrior', got together a group of zealots, and killed everyone in his town. Including his family. Ironic, really, that trying to stay strong and protect his brother ended up with that. Reality has a twisted sense of humour. Nonetheless, thanks to some very unwise deals with another abomination, the Dead One, not to mention getting several police officers killed (my idea. Damn good one too) Kyle managed to kill the militia, and got said abomination to tinker with Fred's mind, stop him from being mind-raped into killing runners by having him mind-raped into helping runners. By killing proxies. The 'two wrongs make a right' method of conflict resolution. So now he's cast off his violent past, and turned over a new leaf, killing people in the name of good. Because, you know, there's no way those proxies have been mind raped into helping Slendy, when has that ever happened?
Once again, I digress. He's trying his utmost to tear his way through the proxies in the US, at a far less efficient rate than that other stalwart defender of good, justice and everything that a Runner stands for, Kelevra. Funny how, without changing his behaviour, he went from a sick necrophiliac fucker to a damnably nice guy, by the simple expedient of killing acceptable targets. But we're talking about Freddy boy, here.
And he has been busy, using his connections within the organisation to kill several key members. Not sure if they're actual key members, but to be honest it doesn't really concern me until he comes here or I go there, and that's unlikely. To be honest, posting the identity of his mole on the internet is a bit of a shitty thing to do. I give it a month before the guy gets offed, tops.
This is Lovett, signing off at 1215, after about an hour of writing. Given that this is a first draft, it's a bit shoddy, but oh well. Got other things to worry about.
PS; The name Lovett comes from a song by the guy.