My signoff and the war

I won't be doing that silly signoff anymore. I feel like we're past you forgetting my name. The war is still going on. I guess the proxies don't want to quit. Anyway, I'd like to adress another issue with Newborn. My master wants me to stay with him for 10 years. I can't do that because Running is my best option at this point. After this war I am leaving Newborn's side and fighting against Fear influence. The only reason I obey him now is because it hurts big leader faggot Slender. I have a few other Towerborn with me on this one, so I'll be okay until they die off. It's hard to resist the influence of the Newborn when you're made with parts from him, but it is possible if you have some human parts left, more specifically the brain.   

~Lord (joking about the signoff, and I hope you guys are still aware that this is FAKE. None of this ever happened. I keep getting comments about how the war's going. It's not going...)

Ok so update

Alright I guess you guys know by now that this isn't Nathaniel. This is Lord. That's right I'm back. So I guess I can stop writing in that silly font. I am now a servant of the Newborn. I'm actually looking for Nathaniel. Newborn wants him punished for his betrayal so I restricted his access and feigned his prescence so I wouldn't freak you out. It's turning out a little like this...

It hasn't been any fun coming back from the dead. I just work for the Newborn, he says he'll eventually let me free. (psst... I don't believe him). As soon as this job is done I'm Running. But how can a Thoughtborn run? I'm not a Thoughtborn, I'm a Towerborn. You know, made of machines and shit. Gotta go fight off the fucking proxies. (Yea that war isn't over yet).

New objectives

Well, Ally told us where we could find our target practice. We found them in a soup kitchen's basement. You can't hide from Thoughtborn. We'll either use the internet to find you, or we'll torture your protector until she tells us your location. THERE IS NO WITNESS PROTECTION FOR RUNNERS. Can't stress that enough. That's as much as I can write today, Newborn'll kill me if he finds out I even wrote this.

~Nathaniel

My time in hell

My time in hell was, well, like hell. I was put in a cage, and I was given food that would slowly kill me (I had to eat because I was alive). After my death, I would literally respawn. It wasn't fun. They kept offering to let me go if I would just feed the Newborn the food. After explaining to them that the Newborn is a machine, they let me roam through hell until the other Thoughtborn brought me back. After going back to my home and finding it nearly useless because the fucking proxies decided to destroy it, I went to tell Newborn that we needed a treaty of sorts. We agreed to give some of our Towerborn as proxies (not informing them that it's nearly impossible to turn a Towerborn against its master without removing the machines). The proxies gave us target practice (700 Runners) and it was left at that. I spent a few months visiting homeless shelters and soup kitchens looking for more Runners to make into Towerborn or kill. After that we end up here, on my blog. My future plans are to be withheld until Ally decides to cooperate (she turned against us and we had to tie her up and interrogate her, with no luck). So, I hope you all have a terrible day, goodbye.

~Nathaniel

Welcome me back to the internet

I don't know if anyone actually reads this blog, but if you do, I kinda got attacked by proxies for killing proxies. There was this war between Slendy and the Newborn that just ended in a stalemate about and hour ago. Jack's gone. Looks like he decided to take a more stable host. Anyway, I got a new computer. So you might see more frequent updates from last year. Here's an update. There was a war, as I said before. I went to hell for a time, literally. Let me explain. There was this clash in the middle of the war between Newborn and some demons, so we had to conduct a few exorcisms. One of the dumbass Thoughtborn sent me to hell, and took two weeks to bring me back. That's all that happened outside the war.

~Nathaniel