The Reaper's Scythe

Remember how last post I mentioned I was practically on Vegas' doorstep? Well in THIS post I'll explain what happened here in Nevada. Basically, I was only barely saved by my incredible luck, because, get this, I just so happened to get the town I reside in COMPLETELY SLAUGHTERED. My luck, which frankly I think might be sentient, DRAINED THE LUCK FROM THE ENTIRE TOWN AND PROCEEDED TO USE THEM AS SACRIFICIAL LAMBS TO LET ME ESCAPE.

So when a group of Showgirls and THE WHEEL ITSELF showed up to do me in? They didn't find much beyond a bunch of scared and confused townsfolk. Of course, they decided the best way to find me was to cut a bloody swathe through the town until they just so happened to murder the right person. Of course, due to the horrifically drained luck of the townsfolk, they died in just about the goriest, nastiest means possible. At least half of them got chained to The Wheel, and frankly that's even WORSE than dying.

Really, I'm horribly horribly depressed. Because I singlehandedly lead to the demise and/or enslavement of a few hundered people. God, I need to go lie down for a moment and try not to cry my eyes out. Seeya later, fellow runners.

Moving Right Along

Well, I have a name for claw-lady. I recently saw her again, and this time she had wings. So now her name's Songbird. Yeah, I know, I'm not very creative, but whatever.

I haven't been paying much attention to what direction I've been wandering in, so of course I've managed to bungle things up and now I'm in the most danger I've ever been in in my life.

I managed to wander head-first into Nevada.

If you don't understand why this is such a big deal, I don't think you read my last blog.

So right now, I'm just trying to lay low. Unfortunately, by the time I noticed the signs pointing to Las Vegas I was already 20 miles away. I can see the lights from here, and I am scared to death.

I'm signing off for now. Let's hope I survive the night.

Oh god...

I... I tried to kill myself today. I tried to shoot myself and the gun fucking jammed. Then I tried to slit my own wrists, but apparently I missed my vein. I... I hate my life now.

I need to stay by myself constantly or else they all fucking die. I'm not lucky enough to keep anyone near me, I'm just lucky enough to not die. The only thing that could is probably The Wheel, and I know that'd just be worse than death. I guess for now I just need to keep going...

Well, I need some rest. Goodnight, fellow runners.

Monkey's Paw

So I'm in some new town. As I've arrived the casualty rates have already gone up by about 5%. I'll definitely need to keep moving. But for now, I figured I'd share more about my adventures in not being brutally murdered.

I'm almost certain I saw that woman with claws again. She had wings and a light blue dress. I could almost swear she looked angry at me for some reason. Also, I had to fight off a Showgirl today.

Oh, I don't mean those Vegas showgirls, the ones that exist entirely on their sex appeal. I'm talking the soldiers of the Wheel. They specifically work to kill people the Wheel doesn't like. Surprisingly, it's the Floor Managers that handle the diplomacy stuff.

Also, I've discovered recently that people've been taking to calling the Wheel of Fortune the House of Fortune? Well, I must say that it probably works in regards to not making it sound like a tarot card is out to murder you, which is a good thing to have when you're trying to not seem insane.

Right, I need to get moving. According to the news that accidental death percentage just increased to 6%. Stay tuned, folks.

Following An Angel

So I think I might've run into ANOTHER Fear that wants my head on a plate for some unknown reason. There was a woman staring at me from a window while I was in this town. When I looked closer, I could have sworn she had claws instead of hands. She left the window before I could get a good enough look.

I'm not sure what was up with it, but I know for a fact that if an average woman has claws instead of hands then she's bad news.

Also, I had to get the hell out of dodge really quick there. Turns out that town had their very own casino. It was one of those tiny smoky ones with the dim lighting and about three slot machines, but it was still too dangerous for me to stick around.

I got the last bit of encouragement I needed when someone carved a pair of dice into my motel room door.

Hello Again.

Well folks, in case you couldn't tell by the title of this blog, it's me, The Fool. Remember what I said in my last post on that Match blog that you'd be lucky to see me?

Turns out it's the exact opposite.

Allow me to give you a rundown on the five groups of Runners I've encountered so far.

Group 1: During the night, the Black Dog himself came to drag away some poor bastard. The next night, we camped out next to a forest and Slendy dragged away everyone but me. I guess sleeping under that pile of leaves was a smarter idea than it originally seemed...

Group 2: We were getting on a train. Thoughtborn hacked the system and drove the thing straight off the rails. I was the only one not on the train because security was checking my bag.

Group 3: It was me and two other people. Some servant set the building we were in on fire, and we jumped out a window. I landed on a pile of garbage bags full of paper. The two of them landed face-first on concrete.

Group 4: We ran into a Dying Man shard. I managed to hide myself in some tall grass.

Group 5: Well, we should have seen this coming sooner, but we went to Arizona. The Intrusion can possess arachnids. Do the math. SOMEHOW I managed to be the only one with a can of bug-spray.

So yeah, I get the feeling I might be more of a curse than a blessing. Regardless, I've started up another blog to chronicle my travels.

Oh, by the way, remember how the Wheel of Fortune is pissed at me now? Well I've also been running into HER servants too. So I get the feeling that this blog will be anything but uneventful.