#sp gregory
Greetings,
I figured it rather rude of me to not introduce myself to you all after obtaining this blog from its previous owner, so I’d like to tell you all a little bit about my life, since I’ve only just now figured out how this confounded webcam works!
My name is Gregory! I am 190cm, cis male (pronouns he/him), my favourite color is blue, and I’m a lucky friend of four unique individuals from Hell.
While we’re all on rocky terms now that we’ve breached the surface, I believe we will find pleasant ground and regroup stronger than ever within the coming hours. I’ve created an image of them alongside myself for you all to see.
Currently with me, residing within the previous owner of this blog’s household, are my two beloved friends Estella and Thomas. They are on either sides of me in the image shown above. While the other two have gone off to do whatever nonsense they wish to get themselves involved in, us three have decided to take a small retreat for the night.
Right now, we find ourselves waiting for Thomas to revive his fatally wounded body after he had suffered a most unfortunate incident earlier in the night. This will be his first time reviving, so I find myself rather nervous awaiting this recovery. I can’t say it’s a very pleasant experience, but I hope that awakening to the familiar faces of his friends will help soften the experience for him.
Now, you may be wondering, “Why on earth are you all on this weblog, when you do not even own the account it resides on?!” Or perhaps you are wondering why the previous owner has handed the rights over to me. The answer is simple. I let myself on.
The previous owner of this blog– Craig Tucker– has become a thorn in my hindquarters, alongside the rest of his podunk friends. He’s unwittingly left his home computer on and logged into this silly little website, and I’ve decided to take advantage of this opportunity. He’s not said very nice things about my friends, and though I don’t expect any form of graciousness for myself, the hate he directs towards the others I find rather absurd.
It has me wondering if his other friends have their own foolishly insipid weblogs of their own. Are they saying things about us in poor taste as well? What, pray tell, has someone like Thomas or even Tweek done to deserve such scorn, if so? If it is anything like the logs of Craig Tucker, they surely have met no mercy.
Just to make this fair, though, and to show that I am a better owner of this “blog,” so Estella tells me it’s called, I have constructed another image. This time, of Craig and his friends. If I talk of them just as I talk of my friends, it is only right if I give them an artistic rendering as well, no?
I ran out of room for the fat one, excuse his crudeness. However I feel as though I’ve granted him more justice than his appearance is worth. No matter– he’s been possibly the least of my worries out of the seven. It’s funny how things change over time. He was always much more troublesome as a kid than he seems as a young adult.
As for the rest, they’re all far more irritating than when I last saw them. I’m fairly sure I smelled the devil’s lettuce on Stan Marsh when I confronted him earlier, which is hilarious. How low his life must have sank in the past several years…
However, I don’t wish to ramble on about these fools. That is not my intent for this log. My intent here is to share with you all my face and presence, so you’re aware of the current state of your beloved Craig’s blog. Know that I am not about to suspend activity on this account, nor am I about to leave you all in the dark by discontinuing the steady flow of updates. I am sure some of you are a little miffed by the fact that this blog now has a new owner, but I am taking terrific care of it, and I would not disregard any complaints, if you have any to offer.
I’ve noted that this blog has rather gained traction since my taking, actually. Once I figured out how this website worked, I found that the subscriber count had jumped from 15 people to 18 people. How enthralling! I hope my content continues to entertain you all.
Expect more in the coming hours, as I will keep you updated on our current status, as well as share more of my friends stories with you all. Far better than the hate that has been spread on this blog thus far, right?
This is Gregory Wolfgang Bellarose III, sending my “captain’s log” off to you.
Post link
GREGORY:Justwhy the hell are we going back into town?!
ESTELLA:How many times do I need to tell you, you sun-dried scab off a decrepit man’s back?
ESTELLA:We need to devise a plan.
ESTELLA: What you did back there was foolish, unthought, and I’m fairly surprised nobody has you at the end of a pitch forkyet.
GREGORY:Oh, so you can try and throw a couple of joe-soap victims off a bridge, but chasing after them is just tooout of line, is it?
ESTELLA: Perhaps chasing them would be fine, if you hadn’t crushed everything in your path to get to them; you rough, low hanging moose testicle.
ESTELLA:My ways would have been efficient– quick and to the point– but somebody had to make a grand show today, didn’t they?
ESTELLA:Hadfun running around doing whatever you wanted, didn’t you.
GREGORY:I was handling everything just fine, and you knowit.
GREGORY: Maybe if you were better at possessing that chubby, hairy runt, I could have gotten rid of Stanley from the start.
ESTELLA: I’m not the issue you corpulent, bacteria-ridden rodent carcass!
ESTELLA:You know damn well I needed more time to control him than one single day.
ESTELLA:Andyou thought you could do everything on your own.
ESTELLA: You thought, “Oh, if I don’t let that poor old bitch out, I don’t ever have to deal with her superior plan ever again! I’m so ridiculously smart!”
GREGORY: I do not sound like that!
GREGORY: Maybe if the others picked up their slack, I wouldn’t have had to call youout in the first place!
ESTELLA:Oh!
ESTELLA:Oh, I see how it is!
ESTELLA: If you hadn’t let me out, everything would be just sunshine and roses, would it now?
ESTELLA:Is that what you’re saying, you filthy, rancid pustule swell? Is it?
ESTELLA:Ifyou hadn’t left me inside that small testicled man-child, the son of Satan wouldn’t know we’re out here right now!
ESTELLA:It’s your fault any of this is a problem!
GREGORY:Now listen here, you… youuu…!!!
GREGORY:Rrrg!
GREGORY:You better pick a damn side here with what you want!
GREGORY: You’re the dipsy twat who decided to possess anybody at all, and you think it’s my responsibility to take you out of there?
GREGORY:Did you want to stay in him or not?!
ESTELLA: It doesn’t matter what I wanted, it–
GREGORY: Oh, so now it doesn’t matter what you wanted, hmm?
GREGORY:Isthat what I’m hearing for you now?
ESTELLA:Oh, quiet you!
ESTELLA:You plan to improvise if something goes wrong!
GREGORY:You can’t plan an improvision, that’s an oxymoron in of itself!
ESTELLA: You’ve ran out of arguments so you nit pick my words instead, huh.
GREGORY:That’s right!
GREGORY:Maybe if you weren’t so impeccably stupid it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.
ESTELLA:You really are a child at heart still.
ESTELLA:The devil’s out there, and he’s going to be on our tails, and you choose to do this with your time.
GREGORY:We’re still walking, are we not?!
GREGORY:I know he’s on our ass!
GREGORY:We’reawesome at what we do, he’d be a fool not to be!
ESTELLA: That is true.
MIKE: Hey– you’re supposed to be helping people get ready in the make up room.
DAMIEN:What.
MIKE:You’re supposed to be doing your job, per se.
DAMIEN:I’m on break.
MIKE:Break ended five minutes ago.
DAMIEN:Yeah okay sure.
DAMIEN:I could send you to hell right now you know.
MIKE:Whatever, man…
DAMIEN:…
DAMIEN: God I love doing absolutely fucking nothing.
ESTELLA: Is that all, now?
ESTELLA:Did you get everything out of your system, you dog-feces packed rug on a rotten wooden floor.
GREGORY:No, not quite.
GREGORY:Would you mind not dragging the poor sap’s corpse across the pavement?
GREGORY: All that’s going to do is prolong his revival.
ESTELLA:You care about the decency of a corpse, do you?
GREGORY: If we’re walking through a town full of red-neck, american blokes with shot guns at the ready, then yes. I do.
GREGORY:He’s also still our friend, like it or not.
ESTELLA:I do not have friends, you silly bleeding heart of a man.
ESTELLA: You are all nothing more than accomplices.
GREGORY:Oh I’m sure you think so.
ESTELLA:Iknowso.
GREGORY:Y–
ESTELLA:Shut up.
ESTELLA:What are you doing with it.
GREGORY: Carrying him with some decency, you hag.
ESTELLA:I hardly see how carrying it like that will stop very many people from screaming bloody murder, anyways.
ESTELLA:Honestly, it’s a shame you actually have a heart under all of that blubbery skin of yours.
ESTELLA: You’re going to get blood all over yourself, you know.
GREGORY:Donot remind me.
GREGORY:Why do you think I put on gloves.
ESTELLA:Let’s just get somewhere quiet for the night and figure out our next course of action, shall we?
GREGORY:Whatever you say, your highness.
I read Great Expectations… Pip/Herbert …
