It seems something worthwhile has finally happened.

So Harold and I have been riding around basically hunting down and killing people. Don't know how many exactly. Don't really care. Can't be that many left at this point.

Suddenly Harold stops the bike and gets off hiding the bike by a tree. He could see someone but I don't know who. Then the jerk takes me off places me by The motorcycle. Pulls out his guns and walks off. He comes back shortly after which a bullet wound in his shoulder and a grin on his face.

I asked him what happened. His only response "I met a friend"

Helpful very helpful.

Of course luckily for me it seems his friend had a blog as well.

So from what I understand Harold saw Kallaway and went to kill him. He left me and the motorcycle behind. I'm guessing sort of an honor thing. Got himself shot with his own reflected bullet and then for some strange reason they decided not to kill each other... I wonder if he told Kallaway anymore than what Kallaway posted... I'll have to try and find out.

You do remember that I can tell what you're posting right?

... Of course. I don't need to hide what I say from you. So why didn't you kill him?

It's wrong to kill friends besides he might be more useful alive down the line.

If he eventually kills us I am going to be incredibly mad at you.

If he does eventually kill us you'll be completely justified but he won't.

You and he will have to fight eventually if one of you doesn't die beforehand.

Of course I know this. Now then come on. We're looking for the Red Joker now.

What?! Why? The Black Joker beat the hell out of us why are we going to look for his bitch counterpart.

She might be more reasonable... Or a worse fighter.

You're trying to commit suicide aren't you?

If my first goal isn't met then yes.

Unnecessary

Stop showing off...

I wasn't showing off.

Yes you were.

No I was not every part of that was necessary.

Really? How exactly is screaming out of the woods at top speed on a motorcycle, firing rapidly at a single unarmed man, hitting the emergency break inches from him to launch yourself into the air, shooting him while twisting around in mid-air, landing, twisting around and putting a bullet through his skull all before he falls necessary?

... Sorry when did being a bad ass stop being necessary? 

Sweet Ride

So we went off to kill a random contestant. Harold seemed to become less depressed after putting a bullet into some guy's left eyeball. He immediately asked me if there were any other contestants nearby however at that moment we both stopped. Our eyes had settled on a glint of metal in the distance. Harold immediately assumed it was another sniper. Long story short it wasn't instead what we found when we got to it was a Motorcycle hidden in a large pile of leaves. Yeah you heard me... A motorcycle.

Harold quickly examined it to make sure it wasn't some kind of trick then got on and revved it. It was quite loud I'm not sure how useful it will be to us but it sure is cool. We've decided to take it with us and we're currently just driving around a bit. Harold seems to be enjoying his new toy and I must admit when the sound drew a guy with a knife over running him down and grinding his face into the ground under the back tire was quite satisfying. Harold is wondering if he can still shoot accurately while riding it.

Communication 2

Are you okay?

Shut up.

... What's the plan now?

Kill everyone and everything.

Sounds good.

Harold... Are you crying?

Didn't I tell you to shut up?

...

I think there might be another contestant nearby.

Where?   

Recording

The Black Joker, The one Mr. Ha- No mister Just Harold ... Harold shot, appeared before us today. He was not happy.

The Black Joker: What did you do?

Harold: What do you mean?

I have the authority to kill any contestant at any time and neither of you are supposed to be here anyways so don't you fucking play with me.

I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

You shot me!

*Harold quickly examines The Black Joker from head to toe* You look okay to me. 

You know what I mean. Stop being an idiot and tell me what you shot me with.

I didn't shoot you with anything.

*The Black joker drew his weapon* I said not to mess with me!

You misunderstand I was not messing with you. I actually did not shoot you with anything. I fired a blank. I merely did so knowing that Genome would post about it and you would be alerted. I wanted to get your attention.

*He didn't put away his weapon but he did relax slightly* You have it.

Good. I need an audience with your master. I originally just intended to win this tournament to get my audience but I figure that would be needlessly complicated. I figured perhaps you would be able to grant me my wish without the needless hassle.

*The Black Joker put away his weapon* You want to talk to the Game Master? *He laughed* Good luck in the tournament then.

I felt now incredible despair and rage.

The Mistress has forsaken me. I no longer have a purpose in life. The only reason I still live is the thought that perhaps I can gain retribution. The Game Master is my chance at retribution. I will have my audience one way or the other and if you force me to do this the hard way I will destroy everything he has built. This is a promise.

I'm sure you will die long before your threat comes to pass.

I felt what was coming seconds before it did. Harold drew out his gun and fired at The Black Joker's head. The Black Joker dodged impossibly fast and drew his weapon tripping Harold and then stomping on his hand as Harold attempted to aim his gun again.

I should kill you now but it will be much more fun watching you die in the tournament. 

He took Harold's guns and tossed them away then left. Harold calmly got up and went to get his guns. He was completely silent as he picked up his guns and I knew enough not to talk. I'm not sure what's going to happen next but I'm worried.      

Communication log #1

What are we doing?

Hunting.

But we're just sitting here?

What if someone finds us?

That's the reason you're here. You'll know if someone is coming won't you?

Sort of but still this seems like a bad idea. We should stay on the move.

Don't worry a target has just shown up.

Mr... Harold nothing else Harold... Has just fired his gun. I do not know what he shot at. I don't know if he hit but I assume he did.

I did.

Who did you shoot?

I believe it might have been one of the jokers.

Oh my god you aren't lying.

Of course not.

You shot one of the jokers?! Are you insane?!

Of course. Don't worry they'll be fine. they won't even know I did it until this post goes up.

It's going up in  a few seconds besides how the hell do you expect them not to notice you shot them?

First there is going to be at least a 4 hour delay before you post this if you know what's good for you and second.

I didn't shoot them with bullets.

Symbiotic.

You can feel free to inform them of what's happening.

I am happy to leave them in ignorance.

I'm sorry I wasn't really giving you permission so much as I was giving you an order. Tell them.

Why do you care if they are informed?

I don't I just want you to know where you stand.

I was removed from the box exactly thirteen hours after being placed in.

The person holding me was not one of the children. They were standing slightly off behind him watching. I assume he was the shooter. He examined me for a few minutes then nodded. He thanked the children for their help and then bid them farewell. He began to walk and they sprung at him. He turned pulling a large rifle from his back at the same moment. The back of the rifle hit the girl in the face knocking her back and the end of the barrel hit the boy in the temple. The man then angled the rifle so it bore the boy down to the ground the barrel placed to his temple still. 

He then pulled the gun back and continued walking away. I asked him why he didn't kill them. He said they were unlikely to survive long on their own and as long as they stayed alive they would continue to narrow down the number of opponents.

He explained it was his philosophy that in a free for all it's a good idea to leave the mediocre opponents alive to hone down the weak opponents and keep the strong opponents busy. 

He then stopped and put me on his face after a short while. This is where we are now.

Good job. You're a pretty good storyteller.

Thank you.

You haven't attempted to manipulate my thoughts?

I get the feeling doing so would not be in my best interests.

Smart too. Now then. Yes. Attempting to effect me in any way would be an extremely bad idea for you. Unlike the kid you were riding earlier I don't need you and would gladly smash you if you became a threat to me. In fact the only reason I have not already smashed you is I feel we could benefit each other.

I am as you can probably guess an intelligent and effective fighter and you have knowledge and the capability to learn things most people can't. I can win the tournament and you can protect me by alerting me to the actions of the other contestants. Understand?

Yes, your proposal is reasonable. However you are aware that the Game Master knows of me and it's highly possible in order for one of us to win the other must die?

You weren't supposed to be here. Neither was I. We both forced our way into the tournament and they have yet to punish either of us for this disobedience. I'm sure we can find a way to bend that one survivor rule as well if it comes up.

Besides as far as I'm concerned you're not a contestant you're a weapon maybe The game Master feels the same way.

How did you force your way in? Also why?

Why did you?

I'd prefer not to say.

Same.

Fair enough but what about how you got in?

Trade secret.

What trade?

His response here was just a rather creepy grin. Regardless it seems I have a new ally.

One far more useful than Mr. Miri.