PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I should that one song says it best ‘It’s the end of the world but I feel fine’ though I must say I feel like slaying something just in irritation. Here me without my sword perhaps I should acquire another. Cleave some skulls and watch the blood spray, it has been awhile since I have bathe in blood.

Oh before I go, I met the horseperson War, she a female ironically. I think she is terribly annoyed with me, how amusing? Imagine little me annoying a biblical figure. Go me yay.

I can hear them. They're crying havoc, but no one is letting them play.

Come to me, dearies. We'll make our own fun.

Looks as if I am going to be your allies’ ally. Me helping out, I haven’t checked hell in awhile. Yes I do think Hell has frozen over. Shall I be fetching my sword? It has been centuries since I last had the practice though I suppose it like a riding horse you never quite forget.

Do you fence much Spike?

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Peter Petrelli. I'm the leader of Angel Investigations. We have been doing everything in our power to find out the cause, the reasons, and most importantly, the way to stop this Apocalypse from going any further. I know there have been losses. But we finally have the information to prevent any more.

( Information )

We can stop this. WE CAN. If we work together to bring down the rest of these bastards, it will stop. Let's let our friends know that their deaths had meaning.

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Something has happened. Did you feel it? Did you feel it? A soldier has fallen. The numbers which were four, have now become three. Pollution has left us, wrongfully defeated. Those annoying mortals probably found a weakness. I think I know what it was, too.

He has left this mortal plane, reverted back to the spirit realm on the edge of belief and doubt. I hope he was able to complete all his objectives before his departure. Well, at least he won't make messes on my couch anymore.

What shall be done now? I didn't think this was supposed to happen! The destiny of this world was to perish under the might of the Four. It's fate. The destiny was for them to complete their task as one. It was prophesied!! But this.. well. I don't know. Maybe this is not our destiny after all? Hmm.. maybe I should think on it for a bit.

Okay. Here's my ideas. Continue to reside at my hotel room, since no one has discovered that yet. Pollution was taken out in the open. So I believe the good strategy would be to now strike in areas you haven't affected yet.. and do it with more intensity. Make them regret it. Make his defeat not have been in vain. The Apocalypse must go on! It must!!

There is nothing left for me to worry about endangering.

Where there is Biblical Apocalypse, there is the enemy of Christ, and now, my own enemy.

I know not how to kill him nor have I the patience of research. But I will aide in fighting, and I will reveal his identity to those who would stand with me.

One down, two to go. I say this only because I think once the first three Horsemen are taken out, Death will automatically go away. That's just my theory, though.

Peter already put all of the information out there, so there's no need for me to repeat it. But any help with this would be much appreciated, since there is a way to beat this thing, everyone just needs to use their specific talents to make it happen.

I didn't defeat Pollution by myself, a young man named John Connor and his...robot friend helped a lot, and John was, as you know, killed in the process. So take some time to just thank him for it in whatever way you feel comfortable with.

Did you see Peter's post about those Horsemen, War and Famine?

Think you can work your magic over the computers Boy Genius? Peter doesn't know nearly enough, anything you can find would help.

I love you baby.

Tell me City; how does it feel to know that what you once thought invincible does indeed have a weakness?

I'm losing them all. These psychic links, connections, they're all fading, dying.

Cassie.. I don't feel you anymore..

I've been listening to Britney Spears Elvis Costello for two days straight. Is there anything I can do?

I've got a hangover headache.

And I'm tired of this fucking Apocalypse.

[Filtered to Damien Thorn]
I need to talk to you. Now.

( to feel so in the dark )

Hey, Lana, is there anything I can do to help out around here? While everyone else is trying to save the world I figured I could be a bit productive with something. Cleaning? Cooking? Anything you need done?