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May 5, 2012

I guess this is it...

Well today I'm feeling melodramatic, and in light of recent events maybe it's actually prudent to do this.  After all I'm running around, breaking proxy's noses, manipulating Hunted, leaving cryptic messages lieing around.  Clearly I haven't mentioned all of this to you, but I did say that I would lie to you, didn't I?  I should probably explain: this is my death post.  Even when I go a rare day or two without checking this blog I never go a whole week, so I guess if I go a week without checking and pushing the publish date on this back I'm either dead, trapped, or seriously injured, and in the end they all amount to pretty much the same thing: I'm not able to update anymore.  Ideally I would just be in a minor coma, but otherwise I won't be posting again, one way or the other, if you understand what I mean, I just want to prepare you for that.  Heh, listen to me, "prepare you," like you need to be prepared.  I actually like some of you, and to those I truly am sorry, but the rest of you, and possibly even those whose company I enjoy, probably won't even care that much about my passing, lets face it, I'm no hero to anyone.  On that note, if it turns out that I just got lazy for a week and then lost my Internet connection for a couple days when I meant to update, than this is the work of a hacker, and everything said above and below should be considered a complete fabrication, and not at all the truth.

I guess I should be honest here, last chance, right?  I've killed more than once.  Another mercy killing, though, this time, it had none of the rage or vengeance motivated by my first murder.  A couple of weeks ago a runner found me, someone I knew.  I remembered going to the same school as him, we weren't really close, but I guess we were freinds.  When we were kids he wasn't the most outgoing person, but when I saw him this time... brown hair and brown eyes, both ragged and worn; short, thin, and tired of running.  He asked me to kill him, and at first I didn't know how to react.  After I got over the initial shock I asked him why me, and he said he needed someone who would be able to do it, and he didn't have the nerve to do it himself.  So, I agreed, we got in my car, drove to the nearest lake, and I shot him in the head.  Now the gun only has five bullets in it, I guess.  This time I gave him a proper grave instead of just leaving his corpse to the tall guy.  And I knew his name this time.  His name was Joshua; Joshua J. Felker.

I suppose I have some things to say to some of you specifically.

Dia: Oh the secrets we've shared, why you've even been able to get one or two out of me.  You know you pretend you aren't half as clever as you really are, but even then you come out far brighter than many of the people around you.  I've enjoyed our conversations, and now you know that I really did take your secrets to my grave, however shallow it might be right now.  Here's hoping you weren't the one to put me there, yes, you know I've learned it's best not to underestimate you.

Knitwolf: I can't help but wonder which path I chose in the end, pins or needles.  I've always respected that you looked at both paths, you considered the outcomes, and then you took the one that was best for you and didn't look back.  And of course, stories are always fun.  I hope you always know what path to take, and that none of them leave you with any regrets.

Gargoyle:  You know, while I'm writing this you've just dug yourself out of your little hole in the ground, I'm not even sure you're alive right now.  Well here's hopeing you are.  Actually, scratch that, I don't want my life span to be shorter than that of an average runner, no offense.  You've always been intresting, and I do hope we can continue have some of those conversations, it's nice to meet a Hunted person with a new perspective from time to time.

Robin:  For the love of my sanity I hope you gave up all that ridicliouness of wanting to pay me back a long time ago.  You don't owe me anything and you never did, the fact is that I'm a least partially responsible for the trouble you're in, I told Him who you were, and for that I'm sorry.  If you ever find Alva tell her I'm sorry for her, too.

Aura:  I'm going to say something I haven't had to say in a while: you're too nice of a person, by now you know where you stand, don't let your life just happen to you, make something happen too your life.

Overseer: You know you've never done much beyond follow orders for a while now, have you.  The world you're preparing isn't a eutopia, and even if you somehow elevate your mistress byond the level of her fellow Fears.  You're playing chess wrong, when you get to the other side of the board you get promoted, but you don't switch sides.  Then again I've always found your research intriuging, if you're working on anything that brings the dead back to life my body is yours to try it out on.

Amy:  You're a new face to me, but an intresting one.  I can't quite place my finger on it, yet, but I can just tell that we're going to be good pals by the time this post goes public.  What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good cynic.

Phillip: You're an idiot, if you're the one that killed me then I deserved to die.

Elizabeth:  You won't see this, but know that whatever I did choose I'm sorry I took so long to choose it.  It stuck you in a limbo that no one ever deserves to be trapped in.  For the record, I do hope I chose to help you.

And now it's time for one last revelation: the real reason behind this post is that I just needed an excuse to listen to Mumsford and Sons. Hey, I like them, and this is kind of an ominous song, perfect for a "death post." As this is probably the last thing you will ever hear from me you are obligated listen to the whole song. And cry, you're obligated to cry, because I'm dead, and you all care about me.

So my traditional sign-off probably isn't appropriate here, so I'll just leave you with this:

It's been nice seeing you all


  1. I dunno if I should be holding out for 'just captured' or 'just hospitalized' or whathaveyou. But in the event that this is 'the end' then...
    ...Goodbye FreedomCaged.
    I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot. You are... were... whichever... one of the more sensible people around here, despite what I may have poorly teased. Sorry about that, incidentally.

    Look at me rambling in a post that might never be replied to. Heh. That's almost amusing.

    Requiescas in Pace.

  2. You are one of the few people I've ever sincerely trusted, ever seen as a friend. I'll be here, waiting, for when you rise from your 'grave' and come to speak to me again. So much to talk about. I've never stopped worrying about you, love, but I know you aren't dead. You can't be.

    And if I'm wrong.. well, I'm grateful to you for everything that's ever happened. I suppose it's time to say thank you. Not goodbye, but goodnight. I'll miss you.

  3. I hate to think that you're gone, I really do. Though we only spoke a few times, you were....genuinely, one of the most interesting people out there. You could always see both sides of the story and appreciate a philosophical tirade.

    If this is it, though-- goodbye, FreedomCaged, and rest in peace. You'll be missed.

  4. No. That is not possible. You couldn't have killed him, he can't be dead.

    No. I knew you were hiding something. You fucking bastard, I hope your death was slow and painful.

    He can't be dead...

  5. ...I hope you're still alive FreedomCaged.

    Because nothing the proxies or Slendy did/Could have done to you in any way compares to what I have in mind if we ever meet.

    I swear to any deity that exists, if you're anywhere out there, I will kill you. And I'll make it as slow and painful as humanly possible.

    1. Think I missed something here... Shade I understand but, you're mad Why exactly?

  6. I hope this is not truly goodbye Om. If it's not, then good luck on whichever path you're currently on. If it is, then you will be missed.

  7. You're too irritating to be dead. I'd say this was a shock.. but it wasn't. You've been gearing up for this for months, obviously, and I didn't need a death post to tell me that much. You've tried too hard to explain yourself. You lie, you cheat, you steal and you murder. Yet people still love you so much. It shows me just how biased we all truly are. Damn, I wonder what it would take for you to be hated one day. Maybe about the same as what it would take for Ronan to be hated..

    Whatever classification you'd want to go out with, I'd happily give it to you. You've masqueraded as a White Hat, a Black Hat, and stayed true to your Grey Hat origins. I'll be waiting for your story to continue, and until then? I'll be listening to Dust Bowl Dance, at least once every few days, in order to remember. Remember the little fucker that thought he could get away with pulling the wool over our eyes.

  8. Well... that wasn't foreboding at all...

    I'm amused you hoped I was dead though. All the more reason you'd better be alive then. You haven't outlived me yet.

  9. Well, it's better than the other one, I guess, I'll just need to change the background picture and it's easier than making something from scratch. Plus all of you people waiting for his return are already here, no sense in gathering everyone up in yet another useless blog. Let's just let the show go on here.

    1. I like your choice in background.

    2. Yes, it felt... appropriate. Besides, I didn't want to leave the background that my demon had left for me when he was in control, this is much better.