The Father, The Son, and The Holy Goat.

And I was pimping in SF.
Wheels cruising, chrome shining...

Fuck this shit!

Silent Hill, how are you?

((This is for DINNER! If you are not a part of DINNER, then you must be a part of DESSERT!

No, no, DINNER!))

Alessa's dead?!!?

No, it can't be! She can't die! I may now be in San Francisco but I had hoped to someday see her...the true love of my life.


Oh well back to the bar for me. I will lament her death over a strong drink.

((Omake of sorts. Said Omake is just for fun and not really intended for any community. CoF members and BloodTells members feel free to reply this entry and any journals Stan will be posting. Entry is not intended for Poly.))

I've been scarce for a good reason or two. I can't entirely explain what happened, but one minute I'm in that horrid place asleep and the next I'm in San Francisco. I have no idea how it happened. They kept saying that getting out of that place was too difficult, almost impossible. All I had to do was fall asleep. Perhaps those fake deities of that nameless place took pity on me.

Why San Francisco though? Why not Silent Hill? I contacted Vincent on the network, he's actually alive now. I don't understand how. Not all the details anyways. I know I performed a ritual on him though.

Ritual cost me my life, but my life is back now.

Perhaps now I can also set forth to finding the true Red God of Silent Hill.

I need to find true salvation. Not even the Yellow One can oblige me that.

I better get to my job now.

This journal will now be used for the bloodtellsrp community. If you do not belong to this comm then remove this journal post haste.

I come from a place that by all laws and logic should not exist. I have seen my surroundings change in the blink of an eye. I have seen many otherworldly creatures.

She was never a harm to me.

I do believe in fairies. I do, I do.


Of course I also believe in other strange and mystical beings.

I am not making myself into a sacrifice, or a martyr. I am not killing someone else that I adore. I am not giving up anything of mine. I am not doing anything just because some stupid, idiotic, deity fucked up.

None of us should have to pay for the wrong doing of one of the deities. If he fucked up, then he should pay. Not us.

Fich Du.


I'm also getting a little fucking pissed at that Spartan, and that Octavatius. Such a bloody shame that neither of them can go off and kill me. Oh, I'm sure in Leo's world he could kill anyone who just so much as breathed the wrong way. Here however, he can't do that. All he can do is yell and scream and get mad and insult. Oh and he can get his friend to insult me too.

Ho hum.

Piss off.

*written on top of the roof of building 11*

Oh thank God that the gnats are gone. Hmm funny, if I remember the Bible correctly there should be a swarm of flies. There are no flies. This pleasant change allows me to be on top of the roof. I really do like the roof top. It makes me want to fly.

*sighs* Too bad that all that'd happen is I would fall and go SPLAT! Except I can't help but to feel a certain something coursing through my veins. It is as if I could fly if I really willed myself too.

Only one way to find out.


[Stanley closes his laptop. He walks to the edge of the roof and then steps off of it. He appears to fall for several feet, but moments before he hits the ground his body lifts up into the air. He continues to gain altitude until he is 50 feet above ground. He looks around the City and decides to observe some of the residents.]

*sighs*

Dumb fucking stupid gnats.

Looks like I'm staying inside today.

Although these recent plagues have opened up my muses. Perhaps I'll do some painting today.

Uugh...what the hell happened yesterday? Why was I going around wearing spandex around my head? Fucking hell.

*sound of frogs croaking*

Oh for fuck's sake! Frogs now?? Good fucking lord!!

...hmm I wonder if they're edible...

*devious smile*

Here froggy froggy froggy!!!

This place! Where is it yonder be? Have I crossed the thresh holds of time and space? Is this some ghastly doing by my arch nemesis Captain Obvious? Oh to woe! This place! She is crying out! I must use my powers to save the fair residence here!

City city burning bright
You are a beacon of equity
Shame not yourself in the night.
Be not to become something of impurity.

((ooc: So very much cursed. Stanley has become "The Unknown Poet". I also know that the image I'm using is a concept art of Valtiel, but it's kind of hard finding images of people with bags over their heads.))

Ahh..

ggeeeh!!

Heeeeee!!

Ahhh...

sweeeet....

BLOOD!

BLOOD!!

BLOOD!!!

Oh, God, YES!!!

Oh for God's sake.

Can somebody please, please explain to me why there is a dove following me? It either flies wherever I go, or else it perches itself on my shoulder.

Shoo! Go away!

*sighs* It's not leaving. Should I even ask why there's Stone clearing outside?

((ooc: Stanley=Stone clearing. Coleman is derived from Colm which is dove.))

Oh how lovely! Now we got a damn kitty here too. As if the Hell hound wasn't bad enough.

Lost my mind on a bungyjump on LSD
And in downtown Chicago demons haunted me
Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia
And in a Paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha

And in Rochester my best friend started to fall
But a demon doctor gave him pills for it all
We were praying to God to forget and forgive
But a candyman spread stardust over Tel-Aviv

Sixshooter , sixshooter
Don't spend it all on me

( Sixshooter Don't spend it all on me. )


Why the hell am I fucking singing?

((ooc: song = "Sixshooter" by Tiamat))

( Private//Unhackable against the City Deities and Adrastus. Filtered to those trying to figure out the thing. Theories and speculations abound. )

all this talk about that dog is just stupid. Seriously is there anything we can do? What can we combine our powers and shoo away the dog? I highly doubt it. It's pointless trying to even figure it out.

And what do I care if the worlds really did end? At least I got her here, and that's all that matters.

( Private//Unhackable//Warded to Morpheus )

So I guess the worlds have ended. They just all spontaneously blew up all at once I suppose. Oh dear. How sad.

It's over. I'll fucking hunt you like the bitch you are. You are a sick fucking bitch. It is you who are the incarnation of malice and spite. Retched human. Evil demon.

Hypocrite.

At least Vincent didn't have to feel a damn thing. Ultimately I did something nice for the wanker. Even Walter Sullivan would've found this shit down right horrible. I mean better Walter as the Conjurer than fucking Henry.

*****

( This is the aftermath. )

That fucker's gone way too far. Not just Xuchilbara. All of Xuchilbara and his Marked. The Marked are a bunch of followers who believe in torture of the "guilty" and shit.

They be nothing but hypocrites also. Deceitful fucking hypocrites. I don't know what exactly is going on. I do know that I want to see Xuchilbara and his fucking mutts suffer.

I have a piece of advice for any of you wanting a piece of the Red God and his dogs. Don't feel any guilt or remorse what so ever. Do not for a moment even believe that what you maybe doing is wrong. PH feeds off guilt. It doesn't matter how hidden it is.