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It's simple. You need something delivered, but are being stalked by... You-Know-Who. We are good at Running and like money. Elementary, my dear Watson!

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Tuesday, 10 April 2012

~Steele~ The Hollow Man.

Shape without form, Shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion: Those who have crossed With direct Eyes, to Death’s other...

Friday, 6 April 2012

~Steele~ It’s time.

This is what it comes down to. This organization, this way of life. All of it comes down to us, Spence. Two of the originals. Pity Lori can’...

Thursday, 5 April 2012

-Spencer- Welcome to the end

Sam died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I watched her from the edges of the House's territory, unwilling to get too close as s...

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

~Steele~ Facing the Music

I returned to the House a couple of days ago. Not for long. I think we’ve all got used to the fact that I don’t call it a Home anymore. But ...

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Todd's final words: Fuck you all.

It's dry out here. That's the only way I can describe it. No food, no water. It's not even particularly hot or cold here. There ...

Saturday, 31 March 2012

[Let me tell you a story.]

[Once upon a time, there was a Man, and a Doctor, and a Boy, and his Father (Not the Father but rather A Father. The best Father a ...

Sunday, 25 March 2012

~Steele~ If you’re not with us…

I’m not at the House. I’m on the way to DC. With a package, of sorts. Spence may say we’re not doing deliveries anymore, but I think we’re a...

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