luna the deer

d,

i'll make this one snappy — holed up in the radio room of a soviet-era deepsea research facility preparing to make our final stand.

remember that fabled cache of brezhnev-era shitposts? thought i'd be the first to lay my hands on it, but it turns out a bunch of youtubers had the same idea, and they might be idiots but they brought a lot of firepower, so for a hot minute it looked like things were going to get toasty (rick owens leather tote shredded by gunfire in the ambush but these halfwits clearly don't know that only increases the resale value).

however — predictably — this turned out to be a ghost-breeding facility, and so against my better judgement we've joined forces against a common enemy — though these idiots haven't clocked that the phantoms are ignoring me entirely, probably something to do with that Sarajevo ritual back in '13. (fuck, i miss the old days. remember what you always used to say, "it's not posting unless someone dies"? kids nowadays. makes me sick)
ghosts cut the hardline, of course, but i hacked one of my interns into a makeshift biomodem, real meatpunk shit, almost makes me wish i was back with the agency.

anyway, i digress - those strange rumors about a new posting style? they're more than just rumors. we're talking white hot, the sort of thing that'll make CSS crimes look positively stone-age. and you, my old friend, can count on that ol' Darksyde magic to get you in on the ground floor. first wave. they won't know what hit 'em.

signing off for now — i got ghosts to kill.

see you in hell,

dd

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