It was nice while it lasted

Well, you've probably heard that I no longer lead a group of proxies. Given my propensity to value efficiency over worship, I've attracted the wrong sort of attention. If I tried to keep them too close they'd get killed by Morningstar, or Kelevra. Best thing I could do was get them clear, so I did. Sucks that we don't have any contact, but that's just life.

So, despite my own preferences, I'll be out of England in an hour. Not saying where I'm going, but yeah. Congratulations, Morningstar, you've successfully weakened the English proxies. Fucking genius way to prevent defections, deciding to kill everyone you deem a risk before they have the chance. Bet the fucking noble prize commision are on their way to reward you for that inspired bit of thinking. Seriously, I never realised azoth could be so stupid. Shortsighted. Too hung up on your own ego to see consequences. Generally with your head jammed so far up your arse that the only way to notice it is when you sneeze.

So, does this mean that I'm quitting on being a proxy? I'll try not to, but I probably won't be nearly as efficient. On the plus side, Slendy won't be on my tail, since, you know, I'm still going to be doing my fucking job. Seriously, you get pissed off that I don't respect him enough and then say that he don't care much about respect? Have you been playing with magnets recently?

Anywho, my cab's here. Might be back later, once I've sorted the possibility of a tail.