Lord knows

Great, Lord knows about the laptops. I knew from the start, which is how I could read his posts. I don't know why the laptops suddenly became suspicious. I guess Lord figured he try one out. His laptop has become a piece of shit because of me. Shards don't have weird effects on technology unless the hard drive is tampered with. Hey, I haven't had anything REDACTED yet. I should get on that. [REDACTED]. There, perfect. Anyway, I have to start decaying Lord faster.


~Shard

Conversations (Fuck Me)

Well, it seems my host has contacted his fellow personalities. I'll have to continue to torture him if I want to achieve [REDACTED]. I like how they do that in my font. Use your own font you lazy pricks.[REDACTED] can't reveal our [REDACTED]. It's pretty obvious who you are, due to the fact that you keep REDACTING things. So try to be more subtle about your REDACTING. If you can, please complete the objective before we kill you, okay?


~Shard

Hi

Finally, a new host. I have managed to take this body very easily, due to the fact that Lord is weak from his trips. I might torture this one, but it may be easier to use him to find a more suitable host. I will not reveal to you who I am, though I have narrowed the list of shards down just a little by using the word torture. Shards who don't torture are not worthy of becoming one, which is why I disagree with [REDACTED]. Becoming one may make us stronger, but I really enjoy what I do. The [REDACTED]... I can't even name my own domain? Shards kind of gives it away, don't you think? Fucking moron. Whoever REDACTS these post over at [REDACTED] needs to start REDACTING things that are relevant. Anyway, I've told Lord to abandon the research on the Dying Man. Reasons are not to be given to the general public.


~Shard

Guess it's time

Yes I should be dead, in fact, I am. My name is not Ally, it is Nothing. I found this blog and decide to research this "Smiling Asshole" as Ally would've put it.


~Lord, No One, Jon

My computer sucks

My computer's acting up today. When I first tried posting here it kept taking me to some error screen. I plan to get it fixed tomorrow. Anyway, since Kat's death I've been living a pretty normal life. Just a few police questions here and there. I can't tell them about Smiling Asshole. They'll call me crazy and send me to the asylum. I haven't seen the guy since. Oh, a knock at the door. Gotta go.

~Ally

About time

He finally attacked. I'm Kat's roomate, Allysa (I'm begging you to call me Ally). Kat died a very gruesome death. Her eyeballs were taken from their sockets and she was... stabbed to death. At least that's what it looked like. Anyway, I hope I don't meet this guy. I'll post on this blog until everything calms down. Hopefully that's soon.

~Ally (Not Allysa)

I like you (a lot)

Someone likes me. You'd think that was a good thing, it's not. This stalker follows me with that eternal smile. It's not even a smile, it's a row of razor sharp fangs. I found flowers on my doorstep, my locker, my mother's place, and even a fucking sewer grate. It started with this asshole who decided to alert me of this guy's presence. Why the fuck would I want to know about a fucking man who just smiles at me? Who really cares? He's just there, slowly driving me insane. He looks harmless apart from the fangs. If I'm lucky he'll die from smiling so goddamn much. Bye now!

~Kat