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).