I took the trolley today, riding along with the filth of this city. Could smell..was it hotdogs?...on the man nearby. Is possessing hotdogs a crime? Broke his left wrist and switched cars at the next stop.
Arrived at the 5th st station, it smelled of injustice and hobo urine. I must admit, I sort of like the smell. Punched Transit cop in face, probably did something wrong at some point. Continued walking, and put on my "mask."
Arrived at Horton Plaza, something big going down. Fences everywhere. A man approached me, and offered my drugs, Ripped off his ear and watched him piss himself. Laughed.
11:00 AM. No anons in sight. Grabbed random passersby and asked the locations of all anons that would be attending. He played dumb. Broke his arm and shoved him in the road. Barb called, told me to be at org. Headed up that way.
Approached by a group of men inquiring about my "mask." They gave off the scent of fear. Fear and cucumber. Removed my "mask" and politely asked the continue along. They obliged.
Met Another on way to org. Followed him back to Horton. We were confronted by a man, asking about our masks. Another held me back from punching a hole in the man's chest. He's too soft. Waited. No one else showed. Except Kombat. No one else showed. Headed back to org.
Applied my wig. The other's didn't know it, but it was real hair from a homeless man with a really hairy back. Like the way it feels on the back of my neck. At org, the signs were falling. Dancing commenced as scifags attempted, in vain, to right their fallen shields. It was as futile an attempt as trying to drink the water in the ocean. Except there were no whales.
Ben came out. Ben went in. Dancing. Didn't get to break anyone's body parts during this time. Ben came back out. Punched him in the jaw and stomped on his stomach. Barb had to pull me off. She's too soft.
Kombat did not die as told. Will assist him in the future. End of raid, went to place. Name, unknown. Ordered Pepsi. Drank Pepsi. Undressed Scarlet with my eyes. Redressed Scarlet with my eyes. Shuddered in genuine fear.
Left when everyone else did. Got bored of writing journal entries.
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