Log
from July 26th (PM):
Two hundred bucks today. Decent haul, considering they kicked my ad
within an hour. More valuable than that, I added another marked to my
steadily-growing pile of ‘em.
Ooh, pile of Scarlet-marked. Sounds like a party. Or ritual, or
something. Whatever.
Anyway – today, we’ve received yet another piss-me-off from our
good friend Russ. Let’s broadcast it to the world, shall we?
Priestess,
i am disappointed by your lack of response. we could be great; i
would be even greater with you by my side, spreading my word, and you would be
more fulfilled than you are with a lesser vessel.
i saw what you said – you once said you almostforgot your own
name. being marked has consumed you but left you unfulfilled. that is not the
purpose of thr mark. when you become mine, you are supposed to thrive, not be
confined to a room or hospital bed. you would thrive, with me.
really think about it.
Russ
God, that is sad. There have got to be, what, maybe a handful
of male vessels? And rather than play to your strengths, you whine at the
Priestess I claimed first? Have you never heard of the sanctity of dibs? Worse
– do you just flat-out disrespect said sacred word?
Most importantly, how the hell do you have her new email?
THE
MANUFACTURED NEWBORN BEDTIME STORY
There
is one of a thousand tales
That
feature small clockwork details -
-
ASSIMILATE,
BOLT
BY PLATE.
Every
natural organ fails.
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