bright light city

Halloween. A time when little kids dress up as werewolves, vampires, fairy princesses, and Lady GaGa and I try not to roll my eyes.

I wish dad were here for our annual Halloween mock-a-thon.

Toto, I have the feeling we're not in Roswell anymore.

Vampires, Werewolves, Ghost hunters (the hot horny one, the old dude and his child bride, the skinny blonde and her mama...Is that all?), Ghost FACERS, Vampire Slayers, the fine ass demon blood boy and his atypically nice girlfriend, a hot (but I think previously dead) FBI Agent, a good looking nerd, my fool cousin, the King of Narnia, some people who have no idea who they are, the zappy girl, the singing girl and her pregnant friend, Harry Potter's nearest and dearest, Super heroes, an angel (or three?), the zombie killers and Tara Thornton...What the hell Zenner. What the hell.

Am I the only one who doesn't feel like celebrating the fact that we got kidnapped and can't go back home?

What about you Rachel, are you going to this Halloween party?

I don't understand Halloween. Why dress up like someone else? You still can not change who you are. You are merely just yourself pretending to be someone else. And why does it cost so much money to buy the means to look like someone else.

I think I've just found myself with a roommate.

So, after a few frenzied ebay searches, I've assembled the perfect Halloween costume. I just hope he doesn't show up before Halloween or I'll have to find a new one.

( Costume piece 1 )

I was even able to locate the final necessary piece to make this costume authentic rather than just lazy.

( Costume piece 2 )

I should also note that this is the car I will be driving around in from now on. Because who wouldn't?

Excuse me, everyone, I seem to have been hit with a late onset of whatever the hell Zenner is doing to make people tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Bastards.

The only solution I can think of is to get drunk enough that I can neither talk nor type intelligibly. But after a quick check of my stock, I don't think I have enough alcohol on hand to get to that point. Please, if any of you can provide whatever they have to spare, you may be saving a life.


I can't even manage to filter this at all. BASTARDS.

Well that was depressingly easy. Best fighters in the city, my ass. On the upside, if anybody wants to score some free tickets to a fight, I can almost guarantee I can get them.

This stinks like a vampire?. I object to this abduction, even if it did get me out of a math test. Taking people and holding them hostage, that's basically what's going on, right? Almost like a collection of people.

I heard this story before. The people who would be equal to Zenner Corp lost. Violently.

( I already logged enough WoW time today, so I thought, why not? )

I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes I want to see him.

So I was thinking Guardsman for my superhero name. There would be a whole modern knight design to the costume and I'd have the big shield so I think Guardsman fits.

ETA: Oh my god! I didn't think the honesty thing could get any worse. Clearly I need to stop thinking. I can't even delete it now. Ugh.

Isn't Cher playing in Vegas? I think I need to see those outfits up close. With VIP tickets. Do they have VIP tickets? ...I wonder if I can give them enough money to create VIP tickets.

I remember. All of those people I was, they're not me, but I remember them. They're still inside. Have to find Caroline.

This is troublesome, they seem able to change my programming.

So I saw that movie Paranormal Activity and, uh, wow. The second Blair Witch Project looks positively Oscar-worthy in comparison. I went to see if the hype about this movie was accurate and, well, let's just say they clearly aren't possessed of the same weird honesty some of us currently are.

You guys can blame this on Jess, she inspired me.

I'm starting my PI business again. Er I guess it's the first time since it will be just me and not my dad.

I need a Watson to my Holmes. And a Q to my Bond. What do you say?

Now I know what you're thinking, 19 and a PI? Am I also a cartoon? And the answer is, no. No I'm not. I don't have a mystery machine or a Great Dane.

Anybody know where I can get some good chunks of raw steel?

I really hate when people see fit to interfere in my life without asking. What the hell kind of company is this Zenner Corp, anyway?