Driving Home -/|\- The Past: Ticking Time Bomb

Goddamn I'm feeling good. NO MAN CAN STOP MY CAR'S MIGHTY ROLLING. I hope. I've seen him off and on at gas stations and rest stops. You know who I'm talking about. I'm not worried yet though. The problem with making a distance run from North Texas to Philadelphia, is that it's a distance run from North Texas to Philadelphia. I would like to be home now. There's too much that I need to be responsible for, but I'm not making this a speed run. I need to be alert and on top of things every step of the way. Then again, who exactly is going to try and kill me that ISN'T an ancient and powerful mind warping entity in a perfectly tailored suit?

Tao's finally got his team together. I'm nervous. As I've mentioned in the past, bringing them into a situation is my own personal equivalent of the Godzilla Threshold.By calling them in, I've admitted that this shit has officially gone rancid. Then again, I haven't been back in my own apartment since my run to Buffalo, and we all remember how that turned out. Working with him and his gang will be just like being back at college.

In speaking of which, I've been in contact with Weaver, Spinner, and Cutter. They're alright, alive, and their current safe spot remains safe. No word from Time Lord.

So I've been named a Sage. The "Crazy Beastmaster." It doesn't change anything. If nothing else, it does mean that I've got about as much work as I've already signed up for. What it tells me is this: I've still got what it takes to cut the mustard. I've proven that I can still play at a professional level. That's all I needed to know. We've got work to do.

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The Past: Ticking Time Bomb

I hate talking about where I started. I got to where I am today by failing.. Hard, often, and with gusto. I can't change the past. All I can do is talk about it. These are things you'll need to know. Considering I've already made it clear that I will be finding and hurting Mastermind with extreme prejudice before all this is over, I think anyone paying attention deserves to know why. I hate writing about the past. Reliving the worst moments of your life never gets any easier.

So when we last left our hero, I'd given Rogue Nemesis one hell of a beating and sent him on the way. I had a group of extremely traitorous entities working for me, suspicion from my bosses upstairs, and an increasingly small chance of getting out of things intact.

The Rogues needed me to remember who I was for whatever they were doing, and they needed me to remember FAST. Fortunately, they had a secret weapon. Me. Somewhere locked away in the recesses of my soul was the rat-bastard son of a bitch they were looking for.

In the next day or so, I get to write about Usurper. Won't that be fun?