" Huh? That sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. It didn't matter, it seems it was what the person wanted to be called. "I have many many more - ...re you ready?"It didn't take me long to answer, "Yes." What else could I do. If I was to find out who this was that invaded our private lives, I had to play this persons game.Soon another picture came. If the first picture that was sent to me startled me from my middle-aged bliss, this picture crushed any illusions I may have about my life,. Everybody should see this. Killing from a distance is so impersonal, but we need to start to harden ourselves if we are ever going to free Woden from the Zytol. Let this be a start then; let everyone watch as we kill these people. Let them watch the detail rather than try to distance themselves from what we're doing. Before our journey ends it's likely that we will have to kill many more people. Let this be the start then, let this be the first act in the liberation of our friends and. No one ever even stopped to ask why, just whether or not I did it. I couldn’t tell you if any o’ these people had judged me, but they’re judgin’ me now. Too rugged. Too rough. No grace. These bastards all look alike to me. Ain’t no one movin’ a muscle. Music’s playin’ still but the band sounds strained. No one’s dancin’. Nothin’. Then I see why, as I step out the front o’ the Manor. Blues lined up ready for a showdown, and that sweet lookin’ lady I clubbed. She’s pointin’ at me like I’m the one. I was wearing a thin white shirt with red shorts. I was watching some college guys playing basketball. I kept watching for a while, I was about to leave when the balls was accidentally thrown in my direction. I picked up the ball and threw it back. I don’t know if they were impressed because I could actually throw a ball or because of the way my breasts bounced when I did. Whatever the reason they invited me to play and I did. They were much older, but still they acted like little k**s, they.