Peter Gaertner

That's the slippery bastards name. None of you probably knew him. He got boring, so he's dead.
I want to go after my real target. But the timberwolves that got sent to me to train my men are being dicks. Saying my men aren't ready yet. They're goddamn ready when I say they're ready.

Guess I can wait a bit longer. Honestly I thought this job would be more exciting. Need to find something to keep me busy. Hehe.

So I've caught the bastard.

The runner can run no more. Might have something to do with his broken legs.
What? Don't look at me like that. He tripped and fell off a three story building. Wasn't my fault.
Well okay I WAS chasing him so it kind of is my fault.

The slippery bastard can slip no more. He's still alive, for as long as he entertains me. Unfortunately for him I get bored quickly. But that doesn't matter because my men are finally receiving the training they needed. Soon we can move in on our real target.

Who? I won't spoil that surprise.

Slippery bastard

While waiting on the weapons and shit I ordered, I'm having my men round up the low armed targets. Getting those out of the way first. Everything is going according to plan, three targets down and a bunch more to go.

Except for this one slippery bastard. Not a blogger according to our records. Which might be why he's been able to slip away from us for years. He isn't the violent type though, just very good at evading and escaping. Hasn't killed much, only one proxy got killed by him. Several got hurt while chasing him. But that's to be expected when the proxies around here are that badly trained.
He wouldn't even be one of my targets if he didn't keep interfering when we go after other runners.

It seems like I'll have fun with this one. Might even make him my special project, depending on how entertaining he turns out to be.

Cleaning up

Before I can start dealing with those little runners, I need to whip these proxies into shape. Really, they're a bunch of pathetic puppies. Half of them don't even know how to properly use a knife.
They blame it on my predecessor. Said he was cruel and unfair, not giving them the proper equipment.
They say he was obsessed with the Slender fuck. "If our Father wants you to sacrifice your life to accomplish his goals then you fucking sacrifice yourself."


Heh. They haven't seen true cruelty yet. But at least I'm not stupid enough to let this bunch of pussies go on missions without the proper training and weapons. No wonder they kept failing. You don't send proxies armed with only a knife after runners with guns. Even if you want them captured alive.
There are better ways. Much better ways. Heh.

Promotion

I've been promoted. And part of my new job is writing a blog. 
You're probably wondering who is this person and why would we care about them getting a promotion? 
You wouldn't. Unless you're a runner. 
If you are then this would be the perfect time to get very scared. 

You runners are responsible for my promotion. You're the ones that started this war. And it was a runner that killed the guy that had this job before I did. 
I'm not blaming you or anything. No, on the contrary even, I fucking love this job.

So thank you. Thank you for giving me my dream job, killing you guys. 
If you hadn't figured it out by now you're a moron. But yes, I'm a Proxy. I serve the almighty faceless dude. Some call him the Slender man others call him God. I just call him whatever I feel like calling him. 
Thanks to that promotion you caused, I now have several groups of proxies under my command. 
And I've been assigned to lead the efforts to extinguish your foolish war in this area.  I'm going to enjoy crushing all your hopes, one by one.