Made a friend

Terrence here. So, I met someone new today.

As I was searching for a shop so I could get some stuff to make combat a little easier, I came across a girl caught in a gunfight with a Slender Proxy. Neither of them seemed to notice me, so I did what any Timberwolf would have done and snuck up on the Proxy. I stabbed him in the kidneys, and the girl took the chance to shoot him in the head. She then aimed her gun at me, but didn't pull the trigger.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"Terrence," I said. "Terrence McCleary. And you are?"

She squinted at me for about half a minute before responding.

"Why did you help me?" she demanded.

I shrugged.

"I don't like proxies," I said. "Simple as that. Look, I'm just trying to find a store. You think you can lower that thing and let me go?"

She kept her gun trained on me.

"Don't wanna fight me?" she asked.

"Well, I'm at a bit of a distance against the girl with a gun standing several yard out of my reach," I said. "Plus, you're a woman. I don't like hurting women."

She finally lowered her gun a few inches.

"You realize we'll have to fight each other later, right?" she said.

"We could team up," I proposed. "No rule against that, right?"

"How can I trust you?" she asked. "How can you trust me?"

"You can't," I said. "But I think we could both use help. And we can start by finding a store together. I think we both could use it."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"You were just in a gunfight, and Kevlar isn't perfect," I pointed out. "I think you could use some rubbing alcohol or something. I don't know, I not a medic, but I think we could both benefit from a team up, even if it ends up being temporary."

She stared at me skeptically for a few minutes before finally holstering her gun. I breathed a sigh of relief. I really didn't wanna get shot by a cute girl this early in the tournament.

"Fine," she said. "But I've got my eye on you."

So we began our search for a store.

"I never got your name," I said.

"You can call me Algeria," she said.

"Like the country?" I asked.

"Yeah, like the country," she sighed.

So, about her... She looks to be somewhere in her twenties. Or not. It's hard to tell some times. I've met people in there thirties who looked like you'd need to card them before selling them alcohol. She's pale, has dark hair, pulled into a ponytail. She has on a Kevlar suit and glasses. As I mentioned, she carries a handgun of a model I can't quite place. Not too familiar with guns. I more of a knives and explosives kind of guy. She also has a little tine box clipped to her bel, and a couple spare clips for her gun.

Anyway, we found a shop after a while. I managed to afford some food, a rag, a lighter, and a bottle of vodka. Vodka's kind of expensive here. It was actually the most expensive thing I purchased, at a grand total of 50 points. I guess that makes sense. It's useful for nulling pain, disinfect wounds, killing enough of your brains cells to live with what you've done, and, as I plan to use it, setting a ton of shit on fire. Of course, I only have the one bottle, so I'll have to use it wisely until I can afford more.

Algeria got some food for herself, and some medical stuff to deal with her injuries. So yeah, it seems our team up is off to an okay start.

On the right path

I parked my bike outside of a house in Riverside California. A sign in the yard read "Solar Progeny Detective Agency". I walked up to the door and knocked. It wasn't too long before a guy a bit younger than me answered the door.

"Welcome to Solar Progeny!" He said. "My name is Paris. How can I help you today, sir?"

"I'm looking for Anthony," I said.

"Oh, uh, I'm afraid Anthony's not in right now," He said, looking a little nervous about it.

"Well, when will he be back?" I asked.

"I don't know," He replied. "He just said he was going on vacation for a while and for me to watchthe place while he was out."

"Well that's bloody inconvenient,"  I said. "Look, do you know how I can get ahold of him? I'm an old friend."

"Are you?" Paris asked.

"Name's Justin," I said.

Paris took a second to process the name before stepping back in alarm.

"You!" He gasped. "Justin Ferin! The Timberwolf!"

I sighed.

"Yeah, that's me," I said. "Can I come in for a bit?"

"I- I really shouldn't let you," he stammered.

Ignoring him, I stepped over the threshold, causing him to back away in fear. I stayed calm and made my way in. It was a nice place. Anthony had fixed up the front room into a pretty comfy looking office, complete with desk, file cabinet, one of those big water dispensers, and of course a really old telephone. Can't be a detective without a really old telephone.

I'm sure you've caught on to Anthony's occupation. He's a private investigator who subtly specializes in Fear related cases. He doesn't exactly list it on his business cards, but runner tend to come to him for help. As such, word about his work has spread, both to people running from the Fears and those working under them. Though, generally servants leave the guy alone. He's only human. Not really a threat to us.

Or so some servants stupidly believe...

"Look, Paris, was it?" I said. "A close friend of mine was whisked off to some crazy tournament, and Anthony's currently my best bet at getting him out of there. He's the only guy I can think of who might have info on this whole deal."

"I can't help you," Paris said. "Anthony didn't tell me anything about where he was going."

"Well, what can you tell me?" I asked. "Did he talk to anyone weird before he bailed?"

Paris fell silent for a bit before speaking up.

"Tall guy," he said. "Gave me the chills. Couldn't see his face. He had a black cloak on."

"That's not very helpful," I said. "Okay, do you or Anthony know anything about the Game Master?"

Paris straightened up at that.

"The Game Master?" He asked. "It's one of his tournaments?"

"Yeah," I said. "You guys have anything here? Like, notes or anything?"

"Hold on," Paris told me, going to the file cabinet and rooting through the top drawer. "A, B, C, D, E, F... Here it is!"

He pulled a folder out of the cabinet and set I on the desk. I approached it.

"Weird," Paris said. "Could have sworn it was thicker than that..."

The words "Game Master" were written across the folder in sharp, red letters.

"What's all in here?" I asked.

"Most of what Anthony's managed to gather on this guy," Paris explained. "Pictures, notes, whatever he could find online and things he's heard from clients. He's got a lot of files like that."

I opened it up. he firs thing I saw in there was a very detailed drawing. It depicted a tall, creepy looking skeleton. It was dressed in tattered, ancient looking clothing, and a long black cloak. IT wore a mask, displaying a spade, a club, a diamond, and a heart.

"Guy's got a playing card motif," I noted.

"Or playing cards have a Game Master motif," Paris said. "This guy's been around for thousands of years."

"And this is what he looks like?" I asked.

"Apparently," Paris said. "You know, I really shouldn't be showing this..."

I reached into my pocket, drew out some cash, and slapped it down on the desk. Paris hesitated for a few seconds.

"Okay, maybe just a bit more..." He said.

I continued looking through them. There were a lot of pictures of him in there. Some of better quality than others. But I soon came across a different drawing. Another highly detailed one. This one was a man with dark, flowing hair hat extended past his waist. He wore a torn and patched up longcoat, and in his right hand he held a long Chinese sword with a variety of symbols engraved on it. On his face was a mask with a symbol on it.

The picture next to it was a larger, more detailed drawing of the symbol on his mask. I looked like a large eye, turned on its side and bound in chains. It had no iris, but the pupil was enormous. And overlapping with it was an intricate looking letter A.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"He's got some connection to the Game Master," Paris said. "We've got a separate file on him, but I really shouldn't show you any more than this."

"Whatever," I said, continuing.

The next picture was of a tall man dressed in black robes, with a black hooded cloak covering his ace. A tarot card, the Ace of Swords, was paper-clipped to it.

"Is this the guy Anthony was talking too?" I asked.

"Yeah," Paris said.

"So he's connected to the Game Master too?" I asked.

"I guess so," Paris replied. "But that would mean..."

"Anthony might be involved in the tournament somehow," I said.

"Oh no," Paris muttered.

"You said this folder was thicker before," I said. "He must have taken some of his notes with him."

Paris began pacing around nervously. As he did, I snuck the tarot card into my pocket.

So what I gather from this is that this hooded guy must had invited Anthony to the tournament, and gave him the time to prepare himself for it and leave his place in Paris's hands. OR at least, that's a possibility. But why? Why would Anthony accept, and why would the Game Master give him the opportunity to get himself ready when he didn't do the same for other competitors. Was Anthony even a competitor at all? Was something else going on here under the surface? I honestly have no idea. I have a lot of questions.

I moved on to one last set of pictures. Pictures I recognized.

"Where did Anthony get these?" I demanded.

Paris stopped and looked at them.

"He bought them off somebody," Paris said.

"A Fear servant?" I asked.

"Probably," Paris said. "I mean, non servants can't get in there, so that would make sense."

All the pieces fell into place. The 13 tables with the card suit themed chairs. The card and dice games they have there. It all fits.

Sal's is connected to the Game Master.

I am armed now.

Terrence here. Got in a fight earlier. Some kid with a knife came at me. He didn't seem to know how to properly wield I, so I disarmed him and kicked him in the face. He went unconscious pretty quick.

Out of curiosity, I decided to let him live, to see what would happen.

And hen some chick with a mask showed up out of nowhere, picked up his body, and vanished. No clue where she took him.

So yeah, I guess that's what happens if I end up sparing people.

Anyway, I kept his knife, so that's cool. I don't have to run around unarmed anymore. Yay.

Few options

"So, I talked to Terrence some more," I said. "Email and all. He said the guy running this tournament calls himself the Game Master."

"Who the fuck is he?" Ciel asked.

"Dunno, but it's a start," I said. "I left Maria and Julia voicemails to see if they could tell me anything."

"What would Julia know?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "She can see the future, for fuck's sake! She might have something to tell me."

please 助け

Excuse me, purple weirdo, can you please stop interrupting me. I'm telling random people on the internet a story.

Anyway...

"Who else can we talk to about this?" Ciel asked.

"Dunno," I said. "I don't have Matt or Hooded Guy's numbers, and I'm sure as hell not getting in touch with Derek and Henry again."

"You need more friends," Ciel said.

"Well, who can you talk to?" I asked.

"I'll make some calls," she said.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, thinking.

"Friends, huh...," I said. "You know, I might just know a guy..."

"Is it Daniel?" She asked.

"No," I said. "Believe me, I tried talking to him, but I haven't had one of those dreams in a while. It's this other guy. Mutual friend of ours. At least, he used to be..."

"Use to be?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Last time I saw him was Daniel's funeral," I said. "We haven't spoken since then, but I've heard a thing or two about him. He might know... something..."

Please, I need 助け

Okay, look, I'd "助け" if I could, but you're not really giving me anything to work with here!

Who are you, anyway?

I'm not 確か

Well, I need to call you something... Like, a nickname. Any preference?

V

Finally, a sentence I don't need to translate. Okay, look, V. Can we deal with this later? I'd like to help you out, but I've got other shit on my mind right now.

I 推測

I feel a bit より安全な

Okay, good.

Back to the thing.

"I'll have to take a bit of a field trip to talk to him," I said. "I don't have his number anymore."

"Fine then," Ciel said. "Where is he?"

"Not far from our old home," I said. "Back in So Cal."

Guys it's me.

Hey guys, it's Terrence. Sorry for disappearing, but I was literally kidnapped while brushing my teeth and I'm in his weird alternate dimension hat I guess is called the Board.

It's so fucking weird here! A talking bat greeted me and said I'm in some kind of Hunger Games tournament where I have to fight other people.

Just... fucking...

Look, I'll just save this as a draft and we can talk here once you've noticed it....

Dude! Terrence! Are you okay?  How dangerous is this place?

First of all, why are you typing in that ugly yellow. Second of all, I'm fine right now. Hiding out. Don't have my knife or bomb supplies with me, but there's sores I can by things from if I make enough points by beating people up.

I thought we'd use our hair colors to differentiate ourselves. I already changed your text to grayish black.

My hair's no gray! Is it?

I mean, a little bit... But that's not important. Have you actually killed anyone yet?

I killed one guy to steal his laptop, but that's it so far. I think killing's actually optional.

Dude, brutal.

Well, at least I didn't kill him with his own laptop.

What kind of psycho would do something like that?

Oh, hi Ciel.

Fuck off.

K.

Who are you 人民

What?

Ugh, this thing again. I'm changing it to purple...

And now I will forever picture this faceless hacker with purple hair.

Heh...

Okay, look dude, just stay safe. Don't do anything stupid that'll get you killed. Ciel and I will try and figure something out.

But doing stupid things is our whole deal...

Dude, come one. Just be careful.

I know. I'll stick with subtlety until I can afford some weapons. I'm gonna go ahead and hit publish now.

I need 助け

Terrence is gone

No idea where he is. Ciel barged into my room this morning demanding to know where he'd gone to, because he'd left his dirty toothbrush on the sink. Which is really unlike him. He's usually slightly tidier than that.

So, we started looking, and we can't seem to find him anywhere. He's not answering his cell either. I'm kind of worried about him...





Who are 君

Weird...

Justin here. No idea what the deal was with that last post. After google translating all the Japanese, it seems like it was a cry for help from somebody, but that's all I can get from it.

Well, in other news, we've successfully relocated, and am now in a new town with a new place. Ciel and Terrence are all living together now. At least, until Ciel gets sick of our company and decides to move out.

So, things are going okay for us.

That post is still worrying me though. Seriously, who the fuck posted I and what kind of shit are they in? Guess I'll wait and see if they post again.

What is この

Where am  私

What is this 場所

Why can't I see 何でも

This doesn't make any センス

Someone please 助けて