Running

Log 5/7/12

     Well, you'd think after getting offered that deal, put in the hospital, getting a note about said deal, and finally me turning down the deal, something would happen. Nope. I haven't seen hide nor tail of anything odd since that note I talked about last week. I'll post if something happens, which it will. If my troper senses aren't wrong, this is just the calm before the storm.

Log 5/4/12

     Alright, to everyone reading this (including CCV, whoever the flying fuck you are), I have made my decision. I will not back down. I will continue to search for my friend, Annex. And nothing any one of you proxy assholes say will stop me. If you still want to stop me, bring it on.

Log 5/1/12

     So, I wake up this morning, stare at the alarm clock menacingly while daring it to go off, find my underwear and shorts, put on a shirt, then go to head out to the living room only to find a surprise. My door is closed, and it has a note taped to it. It said:

     "To Mr. Hankins,

      Please make up your mind about that offer I made to you soon. By 'soon,' I mean within the week. Just post your answer on that little blog of yours. I can't keep the rabid dogs tied up forever boy.

      CCV"

     Dude gave me a gorram time limit. I still have no clue what I'm going to do. Advice would be great. A strategy guide for my life would be even better. I'll post my decision on Friday.