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