Hey kids, it’s me again. I apologize for not updating in so long, I’ve been dreadfully busy. I was playing AWOL again, but just like always, they found me, (and beat me). A testament to my manliness, the level of beatings I take on a regular basis. I fear no mortal hand, for I am Nukey!
Ahem, anyway. So I’ve been working on another project for Tempest, which means of course, I cannot share its details with you, other than it’s amazing because I made it and I’m awesome.
I have so many new friends on here, it brings warmth to my Devil-infested soul. By the way, Satan says hi. He thinks you guys are good to keep me company. Nukey gets lonely.
Those of you who are men, I extend a saucy wink in your direction. Those of you who are women, girlfriend, you look great in those shoes. If I’ve previously gotten your genders wrong, take it as a compliment, whichever direction it goes in.
Have a lovely day. (I’m in a good mood, can you tell?)
-Lt. Nukem, signing off
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Safe passage, Nuke.
Boar. I had hoped to find you here. Apparently we have been restricted from commenting on Mr. Welldone’s journal any longer. I wonder, what is it that you think set him off? I can see a few possible reasons for my own removal, but I cannot think of a thing you have done to deserve this.
I think it’s funny a supposed messenger of darkness can’t handle a little controversy. Poor little guy.
Hmmm. Interesting, Nukey. I read what you said to him and I liked it. Perhaps you could help me get my commenting privileges back. I also noticed my sister’s comments have disappeared, if that’s any incentive.
Seems that you’re more intelligent than I first thought.
You have my sincerest apologies.
No need to apologize.
I’ll see what I can do, I don’t approve of shutting out contradictions.
After giving it some thought, I think he believes that my response to his calling me out was a sort of confirmation that I was lying. This is not quite right, as I did have some strange experiences. I looked to him, however, to validate them as legitimate or not. When he made that new post, I assumed that I had missed the mark somehow.
Perhaps he merely does not realize my motivations and concerns. He is the one who knows so much. If he speaks as if I am wrong, then I must assume that I am wrong. Perhaps that is the wrong approach, though…
He doesn’t know nearly as much as he wishes he did. Trust me on this. I’ve had nothing but strange experiences my whole life.
“I’ve had nothing but strange experiences my whole life.”
I am the same. That is why I am here, and that is why I am so disheartened by Welldone’s actions against me. I have been searching my whole life for what he calls “the Dark”, motivated by my strange nature and experiences. Perhaps you and I should talk more.
I appreciate the comment you made on my behalf. It was subtle without being too ambiguous. Thank you. I hope he lets me back in, to be honest. This away period has given me some time to think, as you can see.
No problem. I understand the searching, and to have someone try to tell you that you aren’t really looking and that you’re inadequate is what I personally would call ignorance, not the other way around. So, in the words of me, I got your back, homie.
You and I should talk more.
If you wanna email me it’s Tankspanker@gmail.com.
It seems the Comte has allowed me to return. I am unsure how long it has been that way, or if it is perhaps simply a mistake… I just had the sudden notion to go there and post. It came to me a few minutes ago, at the stroke of noon where I am.
I know I said I don’t believe in coincidence, but…
We will see if I last, I guess.
It seems otherwise.
That will probably be my last try for a while. It’s time to move on, then!
I sent you an email, by the way.
You guys?
I’m the one banned from Welldone’s blog.
I didn’t know I was special enough to be roped off from the masses.
I mean, jeepers.
I’m just a small-town beast with big-city dreams.
Dreams where I’m at a club and Hitler is the DJ, I try to use the bathroom and this girl starts braiding my hair, saying it will make me pretty, but then she drags me into a stall by my hair.
I don’t like those dreams.