First Night, and the preceeding day thrice.
Those chosen by chance have failed, or as near to failure as one could ascertain and not call successful. Not, however, a complete failure, but a failure nonetheless.
I met them, as planned, at the scene of an horrific automobile accident. A barber, since deceased, a librarian, a child with much too much prerogative and a penchant for claiming himself “emo” for dedicated himself to the same behaivoirs as all other children his age (quite a curiosity, the young one, we shall have to test him further, as the later events, or shall I say earlier events, attest) and finally one for whom inebriated of the vicest sort holds appeal, and for whome vice of the most unappealing is not detrcted from by inebriation.
Bill Toge, divided man, did meet himself thrice in the form of an accident. The chosen aided at his rescue at my own behest, before the predicted unnatural action took place
Bill Toge, the divided man, and several vile low-lifes of his aquantance did perchance to gain riches through theft from a market. I watched with interest. The child retreated to a corner following the natural philosopher, who showed a predilection for simple explosives, while not making use of any. The librarian observed the scene with wit, and though availing to help an injured securityfellow, served to take no action. Ah, but no action is also an action, and it is this choice to which I attest: the barber, sighting a fleeing felon, had pause to attempt injury upon him, delaying his flight, though decided finally to take no action. A twin of his was seen exiting the building.
Bill Toge, the divided man, was here found in his own abode, tormenting one of whom is guilty of the most unspeakable vice, using a unique talent of epidiromancy. Creatively, he chose to selectively alter and suffocate his quarry, and it was at this time that the chosen intervened, with questions of the most inane sort. The barber here did not pause, taking action of the aggressive sort. Bringing blades to bear against Master Toge served futile, as Toge efficiently served to remove the barber’s flesh from his chest, leaving him bare-ribbed and in shock. Police came to assist immediately, and Toge, stabbing himself in the eye, ended himself, as the police exploded in a shower of, to use contemporary parlance, “gibbage.” The barber was raced to the hospital by the librarian, as the child and his guardian-figure accompanied the hostage to his own home. Here, they found the corpse of Toge’s own child, as well as a living girl, much younger in chains. Through combained effort, the two chosen ended the paedophiles life, taking a firm stance, a grim decision, and learning much about themselves in the process.
Choice, and power. Though the barber suffered to lose his own life, it is through his decisive action that this was successful. Let us go.
Bill Toge, divided man, led a cult in an abandoned caravan park. This movement was swift. The park was infiltrated, firstly by gaseous weapons, then by an assault of armed men, quickly and harshly putting down any resistance. The natural philosopher made use of fire, but in the end, this sonata was unsuccessful, and as I returned the chosen, a copy of the child was seen.