Altakar

Day 1128 - the alarms are not going to stop until he becomes nothing. any stories all drowned out by the last noise anyone will want to hear

Day 1127 - a burial was the least thing we could do now. he tried to restrain us and we showed him why he would never fully succeed at that.

Day 1126 - another bruise on his decaying mind. another pile of ash to be scattered in the winds. he's almost completely gone at this point.

Day 1125 - all we have left is dust. the wind will pick up in a few hours; he will be scattered away, never to be found, never to be rebuilt

Day 1124 - a million needles rain on the yard. not going to take long before he's washed away. if not, then we'll pour another million more.

Day 1122 - we saw him cut off a piece of himself. the piece isn't him anymore. we took it and made it not his. he'll soon have nothing left.

Day 1121 - he doesn't deserve better than this. we will keep shrinking the room he locked himself into until it becomes his own grim casket.

Day 1120 - his anguish has become all that remains of him, and it is delicious. we will feast and we will not stop until his bones are dust.

Day 1119 - we witnessed his highest highs and lowest lows. now that we're in control, how high can we set the amplitude before he fractures?

Day 1118 - his void is this strange self-propagating monster, and he was the last thing in its way. and now we have fed him to his own dogs.

Pizza's here. Anyone home?

Day 1117 - if he has infected the rest of his home, then he will have no one else to turn to but us. perfect to spread the plague, isn't it?

Day 1116 - he looked to the future, saw the bleak horizon, and fled into our trap. it's all a ruse - he will disintegrate and it must be so.

Day 1115 - his world lives and dies by a balance of humanity and insanity. guess what we just guillotined in the corners of his void.... : )

Day 1114 - every wave we send at him makes him breathe in a bit more water. eventually he will cease to live, and then soon, cease to exist.

Day 1112 - we found a nice place to dump his body. give it a few days and his remains will sink into the infinite layer of suffocating silt.

it's dark in here

Day 1111 - wonder how his sense of time is holding with all of our torment continuing. would be surprised if he knows dawn isn't soon at all

Day 1110 - we got to see another part of him wither and die. he's not going to return to the void that he so often turned to for his respite

Day 1109 - if you see that accursed husk wandering around, give him your goodbye. you won't miss him, and we are going to make sure of that.