i have not felt fear akin to the enveloping dread incurred by the familiar sensation of being hunted

being surrounded by hongyuan has been forcing the memories to surface and it is debilitating

(made by my boyfriend who does not have bsky

(Hi chat sorry for forgetting bluesky exists again No lore reason this time cause I dont feel like it

hong lu's naivete is truly something to behold in a world as bleak as this. although, his true, unadulterated passion for understanding is equally venerable.

what do they each think about? what do they dream of? why do some of their stories feel resolved, while others remain open even after their "turn"?

how have they all forgotten about it already i almost ruined an entire expedition how can these people let things go so easily i don't get it

im so fucking stupid how did i miss something that fucking obvious god damnit

// Full version of the banner made by @vultrash.bsky.social ! Art for his base EGO

i was just reminded that it is father's day. unfortunately, my parents were people i do not wish to celebrate. i do hope everyone else's parents are having a lovely father's day, however.

heathcliff has taken to calling me "pencil boy".

@inorganicoperative.bsky.social are you doing alright? you've been staring mindlessly out the bus window all day.

a cat approached me today begging for food. it broke my heart that i truly had no place for him. george will forever hold a place in my heart.

surprisingly, i am only just now running out of space on my master sheet. considering how many sinners there are on this bus, it is impressive how long a single, standard sheet of paper held their relevant information

dante had heathcliff align with his erlking mirror identity earlier today, and for some reason this made a preying mantis materialize within his left hand? and somehow nobody else noticed or mentioned it?

// Commissioned a friend of mine to make a battle sprite of Gil and I could not be more happy

while it is comforting to know that other nests within G-corp did not adopt the same policies that brought mine to the ground, it still makes me wonder why we were so prone to our self destruction

apologies for seemingly vanishing. as i'm sure many of you have deduced, i had a brush with distortion. i am not sure what sent me into such a spiral, but i am thankful to all of my friends for pulling me out of it. the abyss was far to enticing for my to resist alone.

it was a pair of words that felt appropriate given who i am

i cannot cause more pain than i already have they don't deserve this none of them do

she can't hear me from here i don't want to hurt them i know what she has done i just want them to be okay i can't have any more blood on my hands

something has lit a fire in my veins i cannot bear the sight of my compatriots they will all suffer because of my doing it is only a matter of time

got to sleep last night, finally. heathcliff woke me up an hour in because he was upset with outis. i do not understand how this company avoids outright mutiny.

you as well.

i can feel their presence over my shoulder

Kill AI Artist

the night terrors have found me again

i can still smell the scorching steel and the melting bodies

no, i do not play basketball.

has anyone heard from helsing since he left to meet up with ricardo? he's been radio silent for a whole day.

the pain has subsided. the scars were particularly unhappy yesterday.

why? why was i spared from the inferno? it was my fault. all of them died at my hands. and yet i, the perpetrator, get away with a slap on the wrist.

the bus is heading towards G-Corp. i fear for my safety in way i have not felt since joining.

everything hurts

i do not know what "pookie" means, but i would be more than happy to be your friend.

the scar tissue is mostly numb. i don't really feel anything in those areas apart from nerve pain flares.

// The worst part about cannonizing Jeff the Killer into pmsky is that now Jeff the Killer is in my phones autocomplete

Hong Lu. The bell doth toll for thee.

// oookay who's the smartass who took a flamethrower to my child's nether regions

while i was out wandering the City the bus appears to have flooded. ryoshu appears to be the most soaked. everyone is alive, thankfully.

i have been informed of this "Jeff the Killer" urban legend by theo. i shall report back with any findings.

the other sinners have bullied sinclair to tears once more. i do not understand how his youth excuses this torment.

i disagree, but thank you nonetheless.

every time i taste death the void grows colder. there is nothing on the other side. it creeps its way through me even while i am cognizant.

We need to put AI "artists" in the Book of Vengeance.

professor Faber, may he rest in peace. he was a former colleague of mine and convinced me to start running. i would have been long dead by today if it weren't for his guidance.

i am continuing to work on my self doubt. thank you for the support. it is not something i will ever be truly rid of, but i do thank you kindly for the vote of confidence.

// The problem with assigning a favorite book to Gil is that we don't know what's written in the game, but personally, my favorite novel is Hell Followed with Us by Andrew Joseph White. go read it. now. i am not asking.

// oh shit