I've calmed down a bit. I'm thinking a bit more clearly now. The Convention on Morons and Egomaniacs is still in place though. That's not going away anytime soon, Orwellian though it may be.
The latest revelations about Redlight are...extremely worrying, to put it lightly. Redlight isn't a person, it's a network. It explains a lot of inconsistencies; some of the Redlights are presumably human while others are Revenants. It also explains why Redlight is so adaptable; the network is constantly recrunching possibilities. I had theorised before about Slender Man existing in a non-linear existence but my theories came to nothing. I may have to look into them again in light of Robert's revelations.
The most pressing issue, for Tony and I, at any rate, is that Redlight want to add Cynthia and Ava to their ranks. Tony and I have decided to release a public statement regarding this information;
- Tony Delmont and Reach, What You Are In The Dark
Redlight, we offered our help. Well, I did at any rate, I can't remember if Tony did and Tony is gone to try and
steal scrounge together some food, so I can't check. Also, I'm really tired and stresses and fuck you Redlight. We offered our help. Hell, I even said that I might still be willing to help you after I got Ava back. That offer just expired. We're gonna track you down and get our girls back and if we get the chance, we're going to kill every single one of you. The abyss gazes also, boy, and you and he have been having a staring contest. I hope you're prepared to meet your maker, because your model is getting recalled courtesy of a bullet between the eyes. I don't care if I mangled those metaphors, your fucking dead.
Okay, I lied about the thinking clearly bit. I'm just a wee bit drunk. But, you know what, you have your girlfriend kidnapped by a bunch of time-travelling hivemind psychos and then you try not to drink. It's fucking difficult, especially when it's the first time you've been able to drink in over 40 years. Luckily, I'm not at the stage where drunkenness affects me spelling. I'm at that lovely stage where I have most of my mental faculties, I'm just talking like a fucking moron.
Anyway, I'm done talking to Redlight, I want to talk to my friends, family, companions and acquaintances. Tony and I are heading to Thage's. Sounds like Tony and Cathy need to talk and I want to call in that spaghetti bolognese that Thage owes me. For the record, I am really proud of spelling spaghetti bolognese while drunk. I feel accomplished.
Ava, I doubt that Redlight is letting you read this, but, just for posterity, in case anything happens to me and I'm not around when you get free; I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't protect you.
If When I get you back, I promise to make up for it. I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I love you.
Also yes, Tony, I am aware I am whiney and angsty and all that jazz. You go 40 years with little to no emotions only to be thrust back into humanity, then come and criticise my emotional state.