-M here. note is talking a... extended leave of absence, and thus is unable to tend to his blog. what a fucking idiot, posting this. in any case, this is his latest completed draft. i'll be taking over for the time being.
This is the only file on the recorder that wasn't corrupted beyond measure. Used a shitbox PC I threw together from spare parts to play it. I've learned my lesson.
File starts.
[Some banging, coughing and swearing. The voice throughout the file is heavily distorted. From what I can tell, the file wasn't edited in any way. M seems to have the same effect on electronic devices as Tall and Dapper does.]
[More banging, before a thump and the sounds of a can opening, before M takes a drink.]
Ah, good stuff. Right, to business. Hi there, Note. I know your real name, but I feel like we should keep this professional, you understand. I don't want you thinking I care about you. Cause I don't. To me, you're a fucking pawn. See, I have a small issue, that I can't deal with myself. And you have your own issue with Stick-In-The-Mud, as it were. Now, these issues of ours have, at this time, a common objective. You want to not be dead in 3 months time, and I want...
[M pauses here, taking another drink of whatever he has.]
I want, well... More need, your help. See, there are rules. Certain things I can and cannot do. If I break the rules, well.. [M chuckles] Stick-In-The-Mud is smallfry compared to what comes after me. So! To the point!
[M drinks the rest of his can, before tossing it away, it echoing in the background.]
You are, as of now, my bitch. You are a simple human. I am a feral God. By now, you've seen what I can do, what our enemy can do. I imagine you've tried finding out more, on that wonderful think you humans call the Internet. Good boy. Information is power. You have knowledge, and the ability to find it. I have the capacity to act upon it. But first, you need to find something for me. I need you to go to [Location redacted for safety] and retrieve the lockbox there. It's fairly obvious, shouldn't give you much trouble. We'll talk after you have it.
File ends.
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