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Jack Ferriman

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A flavor [28 Aug 2005|03:54am]
[ mood | bored ]

What Flavour Are You? Warning: I taste like Gasoline.Warning: I taste like Gasoline.

I may not taste good, but I'm handy to have around if you want to breathe fire. I'm expensive, and sometimes cause disputes. I'm inflammatory, you see. Ha ha. What Flavour Are You?
Give me your Soul

Wonderous [26 Aug 2005|11:37pm]
[ mood | amused ]

So I'm a little out of date. You'll have to excuse me. I've been stationed at the same place for quite some time watching over a very important mass of people and haven't been up to date with the outside world.

The internet; its a wonderful thing. You never know what you'll find or who you'll come across. Its a great way to meet new faces.

But on another note, I have been able to take some time and travel off of my current location. But this place, this Fair Haven, I don't remember being brought here on my own free will. In all truth, I don't even know who the majority of these people are. But they seem interesting enough to get to know, just like the many people who use computers.

Give me your Soul

Interesting [30 Jan 2005|02:43pm]
[ mood | excited ]

It looks as though I've come across something I only assumed was a room full of sinning humans. My attempt to claim more souls only led me to a hotel room filled with a bunch of interesting characters who all seem to have a divine interest in killing the living. Most themselves, are very much not human, and quite possibly dead. It makes me wonder if perhaps they too have been sent here by some unknown reason, possibly by management itself, in attempts to gather more of the corrupt for which I was assigned to collect. I can only ask them to what their intent is in hopes that they too are working on the same side as me.

If not, then they will have to be put aside, most likely destroyed. I can only hope that they're not after the souls I need for themselves, for it will make this situation worse.

8 Souls Given|Give me your Soul

And so he enters [27 Jan 2005|12:23pm]
[ mood | amused ]

A journal? Hmph! Why do I want people to look into the deeper side of me when they all know who the real me is? She said this thing would help, so lets hope she's right, or she'll pay... dearly...

Give me your Soul

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