Someone must have tipped off Nyte Phyter that he was on my waste list. He sent me a report with a trojan horse in it. I just lost three days trying to recover my disk. He is completely fucked now. I'm going to send Thrasher to torch his house.

My cough is real bad. I'm spitting up blood all the time. It's getting into my keyboard and making my keys stick. Breathing is hard. I don't know how much longer I have.

It's become a real horror show. It I lower my guard, they're going to get me. I can feel them closing in.

Maybe Kelvin Zero found out who I am. He has never been a team player. Not since I displaced him as head honcho in the GAD. Maybe he is poisoning me! I should have Thrasher burn him out, too. Just in case.

I don't have the strength to type any more today.

I'm so damn tired.

This is going to be my last page on this site. It's baby stuff, anyway.

And I'm so damn tired.

It's a horror. A horror.

Go away!