Hello miserable onlookers,
It would appear My Dark Journal; Victor has given chase. We have been frolicking across various places since yesterday. My copies are dropping like flies; my charges eliminated here and there. He has much to devour through; still I feel the need to move my original self to a new location. Due to him and the Lady; who showed an intriguing sign prior to her escape.
I have not been called from my task; the hunt continues for the female. Allies appear to be leaving the flock to come to here. I encourage this; more eyes to look through.
Now I see some have backed off; even better on my behalf. Already found; already followed. My pet is as good as a blood hound.
Excuse me now; three more copies have fallen. How fast this one moves; wait until he has to deal with the original. I have mused over transporting clones to the homes of the Fighters; to Runners; and seeing how fast those that reject and oppose him will last.
I may just act upon these musings.
Here we go now, Victor; play along. You have so much left to do. Eat up; like a starved child waiting to be put out of its misery.