Filth. Disgusting voyeurs, every last one o' ye. If it's a closed casket funeral ye're all wishing fer, Ah'll be more than happy tae oblige. But if ye're going tae waste my time with yer meaningless babble an' ear-piercing squeals, then get the feck out an' take yer perversions elsewhere.

Especially ye.

Ah never got tae say goodbye.

Spring is coming, an' the rabbit's foot has long since healed. Ah think it's time tae release it.

Maybe it's better this way.

((Strikes are private, but semi-hackable.))

In the name o' the Father, the Son, an' the Holy Ghost-

[Accidental Voice Post]

*shrieking accompanied by chopping*

Amen.

((Reverted back to his old fanatical ways. Have fun.))

Oh, Ah remember these. Fer St. Valentine's day, aye? Never cared fer 'em myself, but the rest o' ye seem tae.

Ah'm sure Ah dun't have tae remind ye all not tae eat too much.

So, this it wha' it feels like tae be human once more.

Such a commotion. Ye're all in possession o' strange an' new abilities tha'll disappear once midnight takes its toll, aye, but tha' doesn't mean ye all have tae make such a rumpus. It's like this every curse, an' Ah'm sick o' it. Keep. It. Down.

[Private to Iscariots]

Ah seem tae have a rather deft hand with the sword today. How curious, as Ah was not very well-versed in Battoujutsu techniques before now.

((Switched with Yumie.))

Now wha's with all this unnecessary sing-

Ah'm a lumberjack, an' Ah'm okay
Ah sleep all night an' All work all day

He's a lumberjack, an' he's okay
He sleeps all night an' he works all day

Ah cut down trees, Ah eat my lunch
Ah go tae the lavatory
On Wednesdays Ah go shoppin'
An' have buttered scones fer tea

He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch
He goes tae the lavatory
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
An' has buttered scones fer tea

He's a lumberjack, an' he's okay
He sleeps all night an' he works all day

Ah cut down trees, Ah skip an' jump
Ah like tae press wild flowers
Ah put on women's clothing
An' hang around in bars

He cuts down trees, he skips an' jumps
He likes tae press wild flowers
He puts on women's clothing
An' hangs around in bars?!

He's a lumberjack, an' he's okay
He sleeps all night an' he works all day

Ah cut down trees, Ah wear high heels,
Suspendies, an' a bra
Ah wish Ah'd been a girlie,
Jus' like my dear Papa

He cuts down trees, he wears high heels,
Suspendies, an' a bra?!

[Accidental Voice Post]

*cue growling, followed by a door slamming and stomping*

...

*footsteps in the distance*

...

*footsteps*

...

*footsteps*

...

*footste--DOOR SLAM*

He's a lumberjack, an' he's okay
He sleeps all night an' he works all day
He's a lumberjack, an' he's okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
He sleeps all night an' he works all day!

Wha' use have we fer a warden if injustices are still committed day in an' day out right under their noses? Seems rather pointless.

Ach...might as well open 'em before morning.

Yumie
Heinkel
Enrico
Suu
Sakura
Vash
Lady

Merry Christmas.

Jus' save the kissing fer tomorrow, aye?

...Ah failed.

((Is currently laying against a tree, wounded and very much affected with the curse after his fight with L. Be warned, it won't be long before he becomes a Gnosis.))

Oh. Ye have got tae be kidding.

Ah suppose ye're all tired o' hearing it by now, but stay inside. We'll dispose o' 'em efficiently an' promptly.

...Why didn't ye go back? Why didn't ye go home when Ah told ye tae?

Daughter. Ah'm here. Ah'm here, an' Ah'm not leaving. Ever again.

((Strikeout thought, not typed. Comment log for Iscariot, journal post for everyone else.))

Hn. This curse again. Thank the Lord tha' it hasn't hit me again. Children, Ah'm a priest; if any o' ye need help or anything at all, please dun't be afraid tae ask me. Ah'm here to help.

Yumie, Enrico? Are ye alright? Are ye affected?

((First strikeout is not visible, second is only visible to Yumie and Maxwell.))

Ah'm in nae mood fer tomfoolery today, so Ah suggest ye all behave yerselves an' stop harassing my companions. T'would be a shame if someone were tae end up without a head or throat due tae their distressing lack o' manners.

An' nae, they're my bayonets. Ye can't touch 'em. Or my glasses. Stop asking.

Halloween already? How time flies. Ye all are certainly dressed scary taenight.

There's candy in a bowl outside; take wha'ever ye please. An' please, nae tricks. Ah'll be watching.

Oh Lord...wha' have Ah done?

...Is everyone well?

((Strikeouts not visible.))

Ye. Come with me.

Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation.

None o' ye deserve the chance o' repentance. Unholy abortions o' nature, the time o' judgment is upon ye, an' ye all cower like the vermin ye are in the so-called "protection" o' yer pathetic sympathizers. Witches an' their supporters stand equal in the eyes of Lord as filthy, heathenish liars, an' they will all suffer the same fate.

Ah'll rip every one o' ye tae shreds an' throw ye intae the fires of hell. Ah dun't care if Ah have tae burn this entire City tae the ground: Ah'll find ye.

In the name o' the Father, the Son, an' the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

[Voice Post]

*spoken in a rusty voice that sounds akin to dead leaves crackling and scratching against gravel*

...This isn't...this shouldn't be happening...why isn't it over?

((Looks a little something like this now.))

...There are eyes in my egg carton. Ah kindly advise someone tae claim 'em before Ah start throwing 'em all out the window an' ontae the heads 'o anyone Ah see.

((...He's hungry and currently has no eggs. Watch out.))