Shadows of the Veil

Kel'Izzacks Bad day

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Kel’Izzack relaxed on his leather sofa in his office apartment at MCR International after a long day. In front of him on his fifty inch flat screen tv he watched Jon Snow and Daenerys ride a dragon in the sky above Kings Landing. He sat there enthralled at the sight as dramatic music began to play.


Daenerys turned to Jon as she asked, “Are you ready for this Jon? Ready to end the tyrannical rule of Cersei and get revenge for both our families.”


Jon looked into her eyes and replied, “Of course my love we will win the day and rule as husband and……”


Suddenly the power went out and Kel’Izzack gasped, “What! No! I can’t miss this! What in the blazes!”


He suddenly jumped up and yelled at one of his attendants, “What is going on here! Why is it dark!”


His skeletal attendant looked at the ceiling puzzled, “The human sorcery has stopped my lord.”


“It’s not sorcery you idiot it’s its blast that cursed wikipedia you go there to read one thing and before you know it you’re reading about sonic the hedgehog. Human magic is most foul!”


They both then noticed the sound of muffled gunfire and made their way to the window. Below them they could see an explosion erupted from the warehouse next to the office building they were in as a truck sped into the building.


“What in the seven hells is going on! Quickly we must make haste for the portal!”


Kel’Izzack ran to the elevator and pushed the down button however to his puzzlement it did not illuminate nor did the doors open.


A few minutes later frothing with rage Kel’Izzack watched helplessly as they the truck they had seen drive into the warehouse, leave it and speed into the night blaring some awful racket.

“Whoever did this will die a slow painful death.”  


Entry 2

That was fucking amazing! Boris, or whatever the fuck his name is, was incapacitated as he recovered from being shot, so I worked with the bloody psychopath on getting into MCR International. After hacking into MCR’s private network I found that Skeletor, or whatever the fuck the abyssal plane lich’s name is, had taken over MCR and was now running it. I also found that the portal he had used to cross over was still active. That’s incredibly difficult to do, meaning there was something maintaining the portal from one side or the other.

After researching MCR’s security systems it appeared they had quite the setup, making it difficult to get in. I mused that I could build an electromagnetic pulse gun to disable sensors and cameras, though to keep it portable it would only get a dozen or so shots per laptop battery. The psychopath Robbie, in a rare moment of brilliance, exclaimed that we should use a Prius for the battery. After musing over it for several minutes I realized it could work, and instead of disabling sections of MCR’s compound it would eliminate all electronics within it; while he rented a Prius, I obtained the necessary components and a diesel truck that would not be affected by the EMP blast. We also put the surrender monkey’s C4 to good use; I created a wireless detonator and a backup timer for it, planning to use it to destroy whatever was keeping the portal open.

With Alexis accompanying us, we set out for MCR in fucking shithole Shawnee. I stayed out of the EMP blast radius while the psychopath and leech got the Prius into position and cranked up The Clash, appropriately “Should I Stay Or Should I Go.” Staying was worth it when the Prius bomb worked flawlessly, knocking out all of MCR’s electronics and backup systems. I drove the truck in and found and particularly dark spot to park.

The infrared lenses in the Wayfarers are incredibly useful, and I could tell where the private security was along with the psychopath and the suckhead. Somewhere along the way she had picked up a bum to be a guinea pig; she seemed to have him under some kind of spell, which she'd tried and failed on both me and the psychopath earlier. While they snuck in I stayed on watch near the door. They did well for a while, but about halfway through Alexis and the bum were detected. I threw a rock to distract the skeletons guarding the portal, which worked for a bit, until the psychopath fucked up and was also noticed and all hell broke loose. Several of the shots hit explosives and an RPG went off, blowing a hole in the building. As the other three raced through the portal I ran back to the truck, climbed in, and floored it into the building through the open doors. It was a straight shot into the portal.

I picked up the psychopath and the leech; there was a castle about a mile away from the portal, along with a number of MCR vehicles and trailers. Rocking out to Rancid’s “Time Bomb” I got us to the castle as quickly as possible; the demons guarding the gate wouldn't let us in, but they were confused by the punk rock and the psychopath claiming we were with MCR. I drove us around the side, set a 5 minute timer on the massive chunk of plastic explosive, and Alexis tossed it over the wall.

Making our getaway, we were confronted by a group of MCR personnel and skeletons who opened fire; I drove through them, gunned the trick through the portal, and obliterated four skeletons on the other side of the portal when we reemerged. The two security guards dived out of the way, and we saw the portal wink out of existence when the time reached zero. I floored the truck out of the compound, yelling at the stupid MCR cunts to fuck off.

After we returned to the office we checked out the shitty, biased local news, which was reporting the EMP blast as a terrorist attack. After getting up to date on the latest in the area, with the local bobbies linking the jailbreak of Boris and the EMP blast, I shredded the guitar again. Before going to bed I hacked into MCR’s system again, replaced Kel’Izzack’s portrait with one of Skeletor, and rewrote his biography to include details about how his mummy issues are the root of his lust for power. Then I sent a company wide email:


No more portal to the abyssal plane, so stop thinking with them, fuckwad. Awa’ n boil your head, you bawfaced jizztrumpet, before we ram a horse cock through your maw. We're coming for you, you lavvy-headed wankstain. Fuck off back to your shithole abyssal plane. MCR employees, if you have half a fucking brain cell you'll get the fuck out of the way while you still have a fucking chance, you miserable fucks.

MCR seems to be at the center of things, but with the portal closed for the time being it seems we should investigate their other activities. The contract they have for deporting people seems like a good place to start, unless something else comes up.

Entry 1

Bloody fucking skeletons, infiltrators, vampires, and psychotic Americans. I’m ready to return to Scotland. Charles won’t let me leave, though.

Charles and Alexis showed up at the office; they had information on a lich in some shithole called Shawnee. Robbie, one of the most unstable individuals I have ever encountered, and some fucking continental French fuck, and I were already preparing to retrieve a magic user who had been captured in some fuckplace called Kingfisher. Not much information on the target, other than he had been at an archaeological dig in the middle of the night and a bobby stumbled upon him, but he was being held for pickup by MCR International, the corporation where the lich had appeared.

Alexis accompanied the team to Kingfisher, where the French fuck managed to get us in. The psychopath Robbie nearly killed one of the deputies on the way. We finally get in and the bastard we’re trying to retrieve fires lightning at the frog, who then sprays the cell. Alexis stopped him, at which point the fucking cunt went suicidal and was ready to blow the fucking building. Fucking religious fanatic cunts. I’m not sure how she stopped him, but Alexis was glowing purple a bit when I returned and the surrender monkey was dead.

We took the Russian magic user with us, and he wanted some shit called a coney from a shithole called Sonic. Bloody disgusting, but it got him to stop his fucking whining about being hungry and having been shot. The joyberries I gave him seemed to help as well, though I suspect he’s now addicted to them. He led us to the archaeological site he’d been arrested at, where there were fucking skeletons and some douchewad little shit who looked a lot like that bloody American fascist leader’s pencil-dicked spawn.

Things went to shit in a hurry. It’s still largely a blur, but I ended up at the bottom of the pit with the fucking psychopath. We managed to get into what turned out to be a crypt; it was made out of abyssal stone, which is fucking terrifying enough. The psychopath’s pyromania did come in handy when the fucking skeletons tried to come in; he managed to splash the entry with homemade napalm, though the skeletons refused to listen to me when I repeatedly told them to fuck off.

One of the skeletons managed to get in, and after Robbie fucked it up I finished it off with my spoon through the braincase. Need to disinfect and sanitize it. Alexis and Robbie found a necromancy necklace in a box for Red Cloud, and we retrieved all the computer equipment and paperwork we could find in the trailer on site. Alexis had apparently ripped out the heart of the douchewad in charge, which I was not disappointed by, although between that and her killing of the frog I’m suspicious. The bloody Russkie was jamming to some horrendous shit he called Lenard Skinard or something. Bloody uncultured fool, though he may prove useful.

Back at the office I hacked what we had found in the trailer, and while most of it was mundane there were several things that stood out. One was from the Chief Operating Officer of MCR, and another was footage of the douchewad meeting with what looked like the lich we have a shit photo of from MCR. Something to investigate further. I did find footage of the Slav getting captured by skeletons, which was absolutely hilarious in his inability to demonstrate anything resembling discretion or stealth, and I uploaded that part of the video to Youtube. Finished unwinding by shredding the guitar.

With the surrender monkey’s death, it appears I’ve become the default leader. Time to visit MCR in that shithole called Shawnee, then.

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