Log… something.

I forget numbers lately.

Well it appears I’ve survived that wretched holiday, but I can’t help feeling as though my brain is a little more scrambled. I feel like there are important things I’m missing in my life, but I can’t remember what they are, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter.

I apologize for not updating in so long, Radon locked me up in the mental ward again for a while and by the time I got back out I had a lot of things to catch up on.

I’ll need a little more time to get things back in order, and I know this entry isn’t as interesting as my others might have been.

Hopefully people will still read this anyways.

Lt. Nukem, signing off.

(Edit: Nukey asked me to spell check this for him, but do take note that he wrote this himself originally, he’s just embarrassed enough by writing this kind of thing in public, much less having his English skills exposed. I can’t say much about the actual content of the entry because I really don’t know what to think of it.)

Pocky wants me to try writing so I hope this is good enough, but writing always makes people think I’m stupid so shut up and fuck you I can’t write but I’m not stupid

I spent all day counting the dust mites but they haven’t told me how to make the nightmares stop.

So I just don’t sleep any more.

My head hurts really bad, and when I talk to people, their faces fall apart and they start screaming at me and it makes my nose bleed.

Sometimes when I lay down for a bit and stare at the ceiling, I can make out her face in it and it looks like shes screaming too, but I cant hear it. When I start to fall asleep I can see snow falling and hear a crow cawing and it takes over my head and the next thing I’m somewhere else and there are feathers or blood

That’s why I leave at night; I hope you don’t worry about me too much.

The crow taught me a new magic trick and I want to show it to you next time.

The keys are trying to bite my fingers so I have to lift them really fast after I hit them so I have to stop now,  sorry this is why I hate typing.

Log 06

Adam is indisposed today but I thought I might catch you all up on what’s been going on anyway.

He disappeared last night for a bit, which isn’t unusual in itself, but when he came back he was covered in weird dried blood marks and claimed a ghost had given him magical powers and would ‘protect him from the ducks’. I figured it was just another one of his episodes, but he’s still acting pretty strange. There’s a black band around his wrist that goes up his arm and I’m not sure where he got it from but he seems fond of it. I tried to touch it and he pulled it away and claimed it was the heart of frost or something.

So that’s where he’s at right now. I hope this isn’t another ritual gone terribly wrong or something, and it worries me, but it’s not exactly the first time something like this has happened either.

Perhaps later in the month I can get him to write something about how he feels, but I don’t think he’s up to it right now.

And I better end this here because I smell a fire down the hall.

–Pocky

Log 05

So far I think I’m okay for the most part right now.

Broke up with my boyfriend again, and spent a night getting trashed and shooting heroin with my lawyer afterwards… The night was kind of a blur and I woke up naked on his couch, so I guess I can assume the worst.

On the bright side, he’s getting me a fantastic negotiation with the zoo as part of their public funding sponsorship on a tank of sharks and giant squids to lower do-gooders into at a suspensefully gradual pace when they tick me off.

Also he’s going to try and help me keep my energy drink on the market. The stupid health department keeps trying to get it banned for some stupid cancerous side effect and addiction dependency or whatever.

I think I’m still sane though.

Log 04

I recently took some time off for something called ‘Thanksgiving’ or whatever. I don’t know. Apparently it’s a day where you eat turkey made from the flesh of Jesus and give thanks that he died to feed your fat turkey-eating ass or some shit. I didn’t have any food though so I had my Thanksgiving feast with a box full of needles. It took a few days for me to recover though, so here I am.

Anyway, I’m mostly posting this to let you all know that tomorrow is the first day of a horrible month. A horrible, terrible, disgusting month. I’ll try to stay coherent enough to update as often as I can, but I can’t promise anything as the date number increases. The higher it gets, the worse I feel. I’ve always felt that way.

Maybe writing these little journal things will help, as usually I don’t record my feelings and by New Years I don’t even remember until all my minions fill me in on the weird details. So hearing it from an objective point of view doesn’t really give me any insight on why December affects me this way.

Also I’m writing this because I’m kind of hoping if Blank happens to read them it might be able to help me figure out the mystery a little. Or perhaps add to it. Either way, it would be interesting.

-Lt. Nukem, signing off

Log 03

Here are some pictues I drew.

The first one is the chainsaw gun I designed from solitary. Sorry about the quality, I had to draw it with my feet. I didn’t make it too detailed or label anything to avoid having my idea stolen. I wrote the important details on a separate sheet of paper after Radon let me out.

Pictures!

The rest of them are just doodles, as you can see. I wear the safety goggles! It’s dangerous dealing with chemicals all day and making things explode.

-Lt. Nukem

Log 02

I’ve been collecting scrap metal from various sources over the past week. I’ve found a lot of it in dumpsters, ruins of old military bases, in the abandoned subway a few miles away, and by asking certain large unspeakable corporations for their excess.

I have a lot now, so I’ve started to melt it all down in the factory I built a few levels below my evil control room. Unfortunately it’s been quite a task getting power down there, as all the wiring in this place seems to be in dire need of repair, so I’ll probably have to dedicate some time fixing on the conducts and probably repairing the walls while I’m at it. Sometimes when it rains I think it leaks into the walls. Just a minor disadvantage to having an underground lair. It shouldn’t be too difficult to deal with, however.

In other news, I blew up a building downtown today. Just a minor act of terrorism to slake my thirst for total chaos.

Much Love <3

-Lt. Nukem, signing off.

Log 01

Things aren’t moving very quickly. I have been denied some sort of potentially useful arcane priviledge, and my commander caught me sticking feathers into my skin and tasered me all the way into Solitary again like he always does.

I hate him so much. I can’t wait until the day I finally can kill him without having the entire corrupt government all over my ass. But I digress.

Commander Radon let me keep my sketchbook in the cell, so I could doodle. But they put me in the straitjacket again so I had to hold the pencil with my feet and it came out all wobbly.

Long story short, I’m going to build a chainsaw launcher. A gun that shoots chainsaws instead of bullets or grenades. It was kind of inspired by getting to play Gears of War 2.

So I have the blueprints drawn out and I just need to start getting the material for it, and that’s where I am right now. I don’t need your stupid ’secrets of the universe’ anyway. I have the Devil on my back.

-Lt. Nukem signing off.