The first time I came to men I committed the folly of hermits, the great folly: I stood in the market place. And as I spoke to all, I spoke to none.
You higher men, go away from the market place!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
This Involved a “Clinical Trial”
As my mind absorbs the absurdity that one unruly child could stubbornly evoke such madness, I hereby stand fast in the hopes of recovering my original identity. I started this blog out of madness, and (the irony) it appears this will end likewise.
Of all the concerns - trying the serum on real people after it's been through plenty of tests and development - I have unwittingly become an experiment within an experiment! You cannot imagine the deep hurt I have knowing the truth, while not knowing my own outcome. An examination of my previous post would conclude: the virus is not only spreading, but at an alarmingly high rate of speed! Those children were part of yet another failed attempt to extract a specific compound that was responsible for this interesting bioactivity! Not all of their bodies were found on the floor, six of the subjects escaped and they may be out there; trying to find the help that many of us are now seeking. DO NOT LET ANY ONE OF THEM IN!
The skin of the creature, while not made of iron, has already been integrated into modern warfare mechanisms. The transformation process has greatly exceeded the knowledge of those who have the skills using such weaponry. It's only a matter of time to see which power dominates this field. As well as the venom from the so-called parasites, which has also been integrated into the cells of many unwittingly unknown specimens, a third compound exists that only an extremely few know about.
Furthermore, the Expo is scheduled May 7, at Flushing Meadows. I will try to make an appearance; release any knowledge I know, and try to find the help needed to bring this to a realistic conclusion.
But, don't get your hopes up.
-Hal
Of all the concerns - trying the serum on real people after it's been through plenty of tests and development - I have unwittingly become an experiment within an experiment! You cannot imagine the deep hurt I have knowing the truth, while not knowing my own outcome. An examination of my previous post would conclude: the virus is not only spreading, but at an alarmingly high rate of speed! Those children were part of yet another failed attempt to extract a specific compound that was responsible for this interesting bioactivity! Not all of their bodies were found on the floor, six of the subjects escaped and they may be out there; trying to find the help that many of us are now seeking. DO NOT LET ANY ONE OF THEM IN!
The skin of the creature, while not made of iron, has already been integrated into modern warfare mechanisms. The transformation process has greatly exceeded the knowledge of those who have the skills using such weaponry. It's only a matter of time to see which power dominates this field. As well as the venom from the so-called parasites, which has also been integrated into the cells of many unwittingly unknown specimens, a third compound exists that only an extremely few know about.
Furthermore, the Expo is scheduled May 7, at Flushing Meadows. I will try to make an appearance; release any knowledge I know, and try to find the help needed to bring this to a realistic conclusion.
But, don't get your hopes up.
-Hal
Monday, April 12, 2010
Fate!
Shooting in the cellar.
Very few were aware of this project.
It has gotten out of hand.
Nothing can stop it now!
Care to join my disease?
10Cfr20/10-Cfr-835
It's not a Lion, but it is going to be Huge!
Watch out!
Very few were aware of this project.
It has gotten out of hand.
Nothing can stop it now!
Care to join my disease?
10Cfr20/10-Cfr-835
It's not a Lion, but it is going to be Huge!
Watch out!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Vis-à-vis
It has become increasingly difficult operating this equipment single handed.
My thoughts have become sporadic and charred by my misfortunes. The small pittance earned from the sale has all but run out completely, pretty much making this whole thing pointless. Sorry for you, Thad, while your mother wiped the hard drive clean, she did not obliterate the cache. The information is retrievable. But, I fear, my deterioration may hinder any chances of me finding the cure. Why have you done this? Why? Were you bored? Did you want attention? What do you think you could have personally gained? I'm curious what you are seriously expecting/hoping for.
As for those of us who worked on the project, we felt we were doing mankind a favor. Our operation was covert from the beginning. We had no idea something as misguided as a falling chunk of space debris would not only take out one of our satellites, but also accelerate one of the many experiments which had not been properly safeguarded. We just didn't know.
The crew has scattered. Some ran away; frightened by what had happened. Many remained, trying to tighten security in the event some unforeseeable occurrence happens in the future. As for the "here and now," clean-up teams have formed to eradicate the errors I have made, both here in NYC and in London. Along with my co-workers (good luck, assholes), that bitch, Sakura, has left me here to die, running off on some idiotic tangent to find Thad. I still don't know who that little shit is, or why he's so hell bent on whatever "mission" he feels he needs to conquer!
I can only wait and see. If he's infected, as he claims to be, ... And, I see by some of the comments posted here, the infection may be spreading despite any efforts by the YMR solutionists. Living flesh is not concrete.
Eventually, concrete erodes and crumbles.
My thoughts have become sporadic and charred by my misfortunes. The small pittance earned from the sale has all but run out completely, pretty much making this whole thing pointless. Sorry for you, Thad, while your mother wiped the hard drive clean, she did not obliterate the cache. The information is retrievable. But, I fear, my deterioration may hinder any chances of me finding the cure. Why have you done this? Why? Were you bored? Did you want attention? What do you think you could have personally gained? I'm curious what you are seriously expecting/hoping for.
As for those of us who worked on the project, we felt we were doing mankind a favor. Our operation was covert from the beginning. We had no idea something as misguided as a falling chunk of space debris would not only take out one of our satellites, but also accelerate one of the many experiments which had not been properly safeguarded. We just didn't know.
The crew has scattered. Some ran away; frightened by what had happened. Many remained, trying to tighten security in the event some unforeseeable occurrence happens in the future. As for the "here and now," clean-up teams have formed to eradicate the errors I have made, both here in NYC and in London. Along with my co-workers (good luck, assholes), that bitch, Sakura, has left me here to die, running off on some idiotic tangent to find Thad. I still don't know who that little shit is, or why he's so hell bent on whatever "mission" he feels he needs to conquer!
I can only wait and see. If he's infected, as he claims to be, ... And, I see by some of the comments posted here, the infection may be spreading despite any efforts by the YMR solutionists. Living flesh is not concrete.
Eventually, concrete erodes and crumbles.
Friday, April 2, 2010
You Thought I Had It Bad ...
Thad seems to be troubled with the information I have given him!
First, no audio? Now, no video?!?!
LOL! ...
I'm beginning to think your mother never backed up the hard drive properly!
You still know nothing!
First, no audio? Now, no video?!?!
LOL! ...
I'm beginning to think your mother never backed up the hard drive properly!
You still know nothing!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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