Tuesday, 31 January 2012

It's Time For a Smackdown.

I checked the mask there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it. No hidden traps. Even had the birds check it for anything I couldn't see. Nothing. It is a very nice mask. Nice milky white colour with straps in the back. My other mask was just a string. It was kind of loose and slipped a lot this one is much better. It's nice and tight around my head doesn't slip at all. I guess I should actually thank Harold before I kill him. Speaking of which. It's time. I'm going now. I have a plan. I don't know if it will actually work. It's my only chance though. If I don't make it I just want you all to know. I am truly sorry I will never get to know the feeling of sliding my machete into your flesh.

Oh and if Harold survives this encounter I'm relying on you, Proxie.


  1. You better live so I can use you to test my Nest killing theories. I mean, I could use the Midwich Cuckoo but he'd only be good for one, maybe two experiments.

  2. not anymore he ain't