Black Leaves

Black Leaves
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Where the fuck are you?!

West? Into the mountains?! I should be able to pick up the Traitor's trail! Montana? Colorado? Where is he?! Damn it! I will find you, Traitor. And when I find you I will have your guts for guiter strings!

7 comments:

  1. So much for the great hunter.

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  2. Yes, like I'm really going to tell you. The point of a hunt is tracking your prey. Come and get me, I'm the gingerbread man!

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  3. L(x)ne why do you hunt for a master that has no love for you, who will cast you aside the moment it becomes most convenient, or kill you for the simple pleasure it brings him. Would your time not be better spent helping others defend themselves from such a monstrosity? Can you not see how you are being used?

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  4. Traitor, you will hang.

    Well, Tensor. That's the thing. I know I'm being used, but the Master and I both love the carnage I bring Him. As long as I can kill, we're both happy. Who and where He just needs to point a tendril to.

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  5. Where the fuck are YOU, Lone hunter?

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  6. Indiana. I'm heading West. I've got some mountain-crested states to comb looking for the Traitor.

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  7. Then you have some ground to cover.

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