Kipua.

Just a song I wanted to share. Sometimes I miss hearing Finnish.

Proxy attacks are becoming erratic. They can't get a hold of their own asses. Typical. In some ways, that's good. Less heat for us. We're starting to argue amongst ourselves. The same is probably going on for them. We need to stop arguing and attack while we can. Based on messages Ciar the Sly's procured, there's a Shard problem. Fan-bloody-tastic. Is this not a GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY?

I don't do this for the Archangel. Who is he to me? No, it's my team. They're the reason I don't just fuckin up and leave for Oulu. Although a lot of my fam live in Oulu. I couldn't put them at risk.

We're recruiting, by the way. Don't join us. It's shit.

Hazza's in hospital.

Someone tried to gut Hazza. Nasty gash in his tummy and a few other cuts and bruises. He's not saying who did it. Actually, he's not saying much at all, just sitting in his bed with his stitches looking grumpy. I brought his things to the hospital, and I also let him borrow my Nintendo DS... not prime entertainment shit, but it's something.

If I had to guess who did it, I'd say Sanna. I know you read this, slut. If I get confirmation it's you, I'm going to skin a bitch.

Liane

A rap for my big sister Lilli.

You were willing to bear witness to my crap rap shows
Applauded till I felt like an Xzibit and Coolio combo
You loved the snow and stormy weather
You and nature were birds of a feather
Runner and unfettered for the better
Never did I ever think we'd lose you forever
The revered falling to a scummy bloodletter

I considered revenge but you were one to defend
If a man did wrong, you told him to repent
That to resent was time poorly spent
Summer out the winter of our discontent
I used to think you naive, to some extent
Until I saw you bury a proxy alive in cement
Even though after you lamented and relented
Looked at you different, but I still loved you a hundred percent.

It took your grave
To realise the mistakes I made
I always hated and debated whether to say it
Of all us ill-fated, you were best I knew
There wasn't a single situation you couldn't improve
Walking with me down the starlit avenue
Told me there was no prayer that God has no answer to
But these days, He needs more angels, so He took you

I feel a guarding presence
Giving me strength
All the things you did in life
A familiar light
It lets me fight these demons away
It lets me know that if I pray,
I can do the right thing someday

Cynthia

Liane is going to be harder for me to write about, so I'm just devoting a few words to Cyn.

It's not like Cyn was the love of my life, or my soul mate, I'll be honest. But I didn't just lose a girlfriend - two parents lost a daughter, and her brother lost a sister, her cousins lost a cousin. This being what makes a fuckin tragedy a fuckin tragedy to begin with.

I will say I was lucky that she ever looked twice at me. I don't even know if she truly liked me all that much. She never liked herself much either. Maybe 'cause people picked on her, since she was fat. Didn't even matter, she was gorgeous; God knows she could have done far better than a deadbeat Timberwolf. She were always pretty mean-tempered, but whatever, it's not like I'm Mr Benevolence myself.

(Yeah, the girls who date me have low self esteem. Figures. I don't fuckin know if they find me, or if I find them.)

Actors

Actors was the hacker. I'm so sick of his bullshit. Trynna play this whole Jack The Ripper thing. Like, does he think the Ripper was a fucking joke? NO! The Ripper was a fucked up piece of no good classless shit who murdered innocent whores. Yet people  think he's some kind of ducking fascinating myth type thing. He thinks my fears and life style are a fucking joke, just some random stupid inspiration for him.

Fuck that guy.

He looks at me like I'm a zoo exhibit.

The Funeral Where Nobody Cried.

Judas Priest shirt, little tartan skirt
Gaze won't avert and it hurts
Dance like to devil to a dirge
Gave me an urge, decided I'm having her,
Sneak up like a saboteur
She pushed me away but I ain't easy to deter
Spoke to this girl, said dance crazier, give us a twirl

Tänään,
I'm almost a man
But I shirk thinking on that shit;
Thoughts won't avert and it hurts,
To think we could make it work,
Now I'm irked, these fucking jerks
Lurk with their smirks, makes me berserk
Call off the search, on my personal shit
You already got enough to besmirch my name with
What's your game, anyways?
I laid it out on the table and I stayed in my place
I tried to keep a straight face while you fuckers debase
Disgrace and deface my time in this servant rat race
Proxy or wolf, I don't give two fucks
I'mma still gut you like a fucking fattened duck
Throw you down, stuck in the muck
Here's a kiss from my fist, pucker up
Checkmate, I'll flick open the gun case
Give your fave bitch three bullets again, to the face,
Make sure she's dead this time
Make sure the bitch is wrecked this time
Make sure that bitch's brains go fly
Make sure she's fixed with formaldehyde
That bitch victim at the funeral where nobody cried.

"Kuolemantanssi" - a rap.

Kuolemantanssi -

kolme, kaksi, yksi,

Maahan!

Repping Suomi, think you know me?
Bitch, why not show me
You hate me, you can blow me
Tell your girl to phone me
Now I'll start off slow fo' ye:
Rap has to build an ego, you see
Ta poupée me sourit
Maintainant le démon est sorti!!!

Not French, I'm Finnish
Finnish, let me finish this
Don't try and limit this
Demean or diminish this
Burn, crash, drown like Icarus
Time for Ras to feed the fish
You swallow all that bitterness
And shit it out the shit emitter, bitch
Eat like a jelly little critter, bitch
Keep sucking off Der Ritter bitch, just to earn a pittance
Quit and submit, cos I commit to the shit that I spit and transmit
Tight knit, no skit, sharp wit, never miss, hit a bitch
Leave the tip, of the knife, in the slit, ass split!

Kick you back like Winter War Venäjän
Throw you on the funeral pyre
Get out my lighter, throw an all-nighter
Hear the sirens, even the firefighters gotta
Dance with us,
Around your death, heat and fire
Said funeral pyre
You're fucked up, burned up, like Danny Dyer
If your girl checks me out, I won't deny her
I'll fuck her on your coffin with empty desire!

Maahan!

Smash you like Genghis Khan!

Maahan!

Carrying my my side arm!

Maahan!

Mitä tekisit, jos karhu tulee vastaan?

Maahan!

Quick lowdown on my team

I could write paragraphs on them, but to be honest? I don't know all of them that well, in fact there are some I don't know their name. I live in a sort of dorm with them. There are too many that come and go for me to even bother keeping up.

Actors - His Timberwolf name is actually Lucky, and his real name is actually Drew. But we all call him Actors, because he takes on different persona like all the time.

Brisbane - is actually called Adam, but he's from Brisbane. He's friends with Ciar the Sly. Sometimes I wonder how his hearing is. He sings loudly in the shower and thinks we all can't hear. And when he brings his girlfriend round, Jesus Chrysler, it's like there's a game of Bogies going on in there.

Broody - His name is actually Brody. But we started calling him Broody, because he broods more than a sparkly fuckin vampire.

Ciar the Sly - His name is pretty self-explanatory. He's a crazy fast driver and an amber gambler. Fucker thinks he's some kind of boy racer in Fast and Furious.

Harry - My other best friend, Hazza. He hates my music though. He likes jazz. He's good with a knife. And a pretty good gymnast. He has an obsession with vampires and loves anything to do with vampires. Oh, except, and I quote "none of all that Anne Rice and Twilight shit. Real fucking vampires - Nosferatu, Alucard, Lord Harkon, Angelus, Carmilla, Dracula, that's the stuff."

Hikaru - Secondary muscle... and a hell of a rapper, actually. I asked him to rap for me in Japanese (his and Tsubasa's first language). He did so. Then I asked him the name of the song he was rapping, he just shrugged and said he'd made it up on the spot.

Mikołaj - Our best cook. And idea man. But he smokes too many e-cigarettes. I'm not comfortable with those things, even less so than normal fuckin cigarettes. Also, he is too good at chess.

Perun - My best friend, I guess. Perun is a fan of a band called Perun. And he has quite a pair of lungs on him. Hence, the name. Also, every week he gets a new piercing and every other week, a feisty runner or prox pulls it straight out from his flesh and he has to go to hospital. And he wears a lot of metal and chains on his clothes. If we ever tried to use a magnet to attract proxies, he'd fucking stick to it as well. He wears black clothes in the summer and then complains about the heat.

Nikoloz - Absolute recluse. Very quiet. Maybe because he doesn't speak that much English. And maybe that's why I get on with him so well. He doesn't seem to mind my music.

Tsubasa - Our main muscle. Even I'm scared of him (and I pack a punch like your mum packs your lunch.) Hikaru is his younger brother.

Sidney - Sid is the go-to guy for connections. Weapons, drugs, money, connections themselves, Sid can get you anything from anyone.

Vulture - His name is Victor, and he prefers that, but everyone else seems to prefer Vulture. He does kind of look like a vulture, with a puffed out chest and funny nose. And if you don't put your name on your food that's in the fridge, he'll swoop in and eat it.

for-CYN and . . . LEANNEand-/SANNA/? whathapened./?

Hey-oh

My name is Rasmus,
By 999 dispatchers
Police won't catch us,
I’m not assed but
I always get beef, always in deep
Always can't sleep, not a peep, sow and reap,
I'm a gamekeeper, minesweeper
Raise my repeater
Watch you bleed a litre
I'm a Winchester wielder
Vision of outfielder
I can always see ya
I wouldn't wanna be ya
When I slit your trachea
Split it like Korea
Invaded like Crimea
Hunted like a deer
Emptied like a beer
And I'll be alive and real
...So see ya!

Yeah. I'm that Timberwolf. I do Timberwolf things in London. I can't say I enjoy my job any more than you proxy fuckers tho. I have seriously blond hair. I don't have a Winchester rifle. I like to swear. And stuff. That's all for now.