Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
My Trail's Gotten warmer - I Hope
I know I've been quiet, but believe me, I've had good reason. I dropped off in the hopes of reaching Dr. Spencer, but no one seems to know how I can reach him. I don't know if I'm being stonewalled, or if someone's trying to shut him up. His channel has nothing else encrypted - he's just silent.
Another Voice. Another shot in the dark. And now, with the rain pouring over the dark city, my evidence will keep washing away.
This has to stop.
I had to turn my attention elsewhere, I had to do something. Unfortunately, I knew that another call to arms wouldn't help me find my missing Voice. You've done an amazing job of helping me. In fact, many of you saw something I didn't - in fact, I never even put it there.
This recording comes up if you click on the post-it with the name Calhoun Masters.
Cal102211 mixdown by VoiceofFreedom
I guess now we know what the voice of No More Heroes sounds like.
But, that's not all. I'm sure that this Calhoun must be related to what my Voice is doing. Or rather, what might be happening to her.
After some searching, I called someone. I don't know if he can help, but he certainly should know my Voice. He's on his way into town now. He should be arriving next Monday, the 28th, he said. But, who knows? The entire city is on lockdown, and what little information I'm able to glean from reliable sources is that the government is looking at options.
Options? That's a nice word for blowing us all to hell.
Here's the weird thing, though. If they were going to just eradicate this plague from the face of the earth, wouldn't they have done it already?
Something weird is going on in the White House. I'm not sure how exactly I'm going to find out what, but you know me. I'll certainly try.
So many threads, so many little Voices wanting the attention all at once, and I'm not sure how to get all the information out to you.
Be patient. I promise I will keep you in the loop.
I was coming back from the direction of the focal point for the plague, retracing my voice's steps, when I snapped this pic:
I did nothing to this picture. I saw someone, I took a picture. So what would have caused the picture to look... like that.
I looked away, though, and the figure was gone again. So, I looked up and checked the trajectory of what he was shooting.
Someone want to tell me who Zee Lewis is, and why he'd care about a room she was murdered in?
Look, keep checking, I'll do the same. I need to find out more about Calhoun. My gut tells me that something's very wrong here. And I always listen to my gut.
Another Voice. Another shot in the dark. And now, with the rain pouring over the dark city, my evidence will keep washing away.
This has to stop.
I had to turn my attention elsewhere, I had to do something. Unfortunately, I knew that another call to arms wouldn't help me find my missing Voice. You've done an amazing job of helping me. In fact, many of you saw something I didn't - in fact, I never even put it there.
This recording comes up if you click on the post-it with the name Calhoun Masters.
Cal102211 mixdown by VoiceofFreedom
I guess now we know what the voice of No More Heroes sounds like.
But, that's not all. I'm sure that this Calhoun must be related to what my Voice is doing. Or rather, what might be happening to her.
After some searching, I called someone. I don't know if he can help, but he certainly should know my Voice. He's on his way into town now. He should be arriving next Monday, the 28th, he said. But, who knows? The entire city is on lockdown, and what little information I'm able to glean from reliable sources is that the government is looking at options.
Options? That's a nice word for blowing us all to hell.
Here's the weird thing, though. If they were going to just eradicate this plague from the face of the earth, wouldn't they have done it already?
Something weird is going on in the White House. I'm not sure how exactly I'm going to find out what, but you know me. I'll certainly try.
So many threads, so many little Voices wanting the attention all at once, and I'm not sure how to get all the information out to you.
Be patient. I promise I will keep you in the loop.
I was coming back from the direction of the focal point for the plague, retracing my voice's steps, when I snapped this pic:
I did nothing to this picture. I saw someone, I took a picture. So what would have caused the picture to look... like that.
I looked away, though, and the figure was gone again. So, I looked up and checked the trajectory of what he was shooting.
Someone want to tell me who Zee Lewis is, and why he'd care about a room she was murdered in?
Look, keep checking, I'll do the same. I need to find out more about Calhoun. My gut tells me that something's very wrong here. And I always listen to my gut.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Take a Look at The Good Doctor
I finally managed to find what my Voice was trying to tell me. Part of it, anyway.
Check out YouTube: ESpencerMD.
I knew it was important that she had him listed on her desk, and after some effort, I've managed to bring this out:
Curious, don't you think?
At least the doctor's doing what he thinks is right. Not sure we can trust him, though. But watch him.
Check out YouTube: ESpencerMD.
I knew it was important that she had him listed on her desk, and after some effort, I've managed to bring this out:
Curious, don't you think?
At least the doctor's doing what he thinks is right. Not sure we can trust him, though. But watch him.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Extra, Extra, Read All About It.
New edition of the Gazette came out today.
How the hell are they even getting this information while the National Guard sits like lobos all around the city?
We're only in week one of quarantine. Week one. And look what's happening all around us.
New York Gazette for Web
How the hell are they even getting this information while the National Guard sits like lobos all around the city?
We're only in week one of quarantine. Week one. And look what's happening all around us.
New York Gazette for Web
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Storm Overhead
The storm is overhead us now. Can you feel it?
Stay off the streets, be safe. I know that the sounds of thunder overhead must be frightening, but be strong.
If you haven't had a chance to look at the outside, now is your chance.
I can't give you any more than that right now. As you can see, there's something brewing. I need to get closer to find out what it is.
The sky is dark, but you need to be the beacon of light.
I promise you, I will bring you the light you need.
Stay off the streets, be safe. I know that the sounds of thunder overhead must be frightening, but be strong.
If you haven't had a chance to look at the outside, now is your chance.
I can't give you any more than that right now. As you can see, there's something brewing. I need to get closer to find out what it is.
The sky is dark, but you need to be the beacon of light.
I promise you, I will bring you the light you need.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Calhoun Masters. Remember that Name.
Hope you all enjoyed the silence. I know I didn't.
But, my weekend off the grid was fruitful, to say the least. My contact here on the outside has had several up-close-and-personal interactions with Avalon, and they know the truth about Nox. The truth? This isn't some little vigilante squabble, which is what Big Brother would have you believe. This is bigger.
We're in the middle of a freaking war, boys and girls! And it doesn't matter what troops our government sticks in the middle of the city, it's like brining a knife to a gun fight. They don't have a CLUE what they're facing.
But someone wants them to think that they know what they're doing. That they know exactly how to handle everything and that the heroes of this city don't matter. Ever hear of No More Heroes?
It's this little grassroots thing, it's gaining speed, I dunno how quick it will really pick up, but there are a helluva lot of people out there willing to swallow their gruel.
Don't trust them. Seriously. They don't know what they're talking about, or maybe they do. That might be worse.
My contact has found the name of the guy who's in charge of this thing, though.
You see his name, you tell me. You see his face, you DEFINITELY let me know.
Don't forget him.
Calhoun Masters.
This guy is big trouble. Be on the lookout. As soon as we know more, you will, too.
But, my weekend off the grid was fruitful, to say the least. My contact here on the outside has had several up-close-and-personal interactions with Avalon, and they know the truth about Nox. The truth? This isn't some little vigilante squabble, which is what Big Brother would have you believe. This is bigger.
We're in the middle of a freaking war, boys and girls! And it doesn't matter what troops our government sticks in the middle of the city, it's like brining a knife to a gun fight. They don't have a CLUE what they're facing.
But someone wants them to think that they know what they're doing. That they know exactly how to handle everything and that the heroes of this city don't matter. Ever hear of No More Heroes?
It's this little grassroots thing, it's gaining speed, I dunno how quick it will really pick up, but there are a helluva lot of people out there willing to swallow their gruel.
Don't trust them. Seriously. They don't know what they're talking about, or maybe they do. That might be worse.
My contact has found the name of the guy who's in charge of this thing, though.
You see his name, you tell me. You see his face, you DEFINITELY let me know.
Don't forget him.
Calhoun Masters.
This guy is big trouble. Be on the lookout. As soon as we know more, you will, too.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Understand That You Have Never Been Free
If you can understand that you've never been free since Genesis Avalon and Exodus Avalon arrived in the city, then you're one step closer to understanding the truth.
If you were anywhere near Rockefeller Plaza today, then you saw what I saw. You saw the way the news helicopters watched and circled like a vulture seeking carrion.
You saw a woman plummet to her death, and you watched as the glow left the block.
I tried to talk to Avalon, but she left before anyone could get to her. When I arrived to the scene, this was all that greeted me:
I don't remember special forces taking place of the NYPD now.
No one knows who that woman was with Avalon, and no one knows what happened, but I'm telling you:
You are not safe.
Don't trust the Guard, they're taking orders. I don't know from who, but I intend to find out. You watch after each other, and if you see Avalon above you, call out for her.
Be the Voice of Freedom.
If you were anywhere near Rockefeller Plaza today, then you saw what I saw. You saw the way the news helicopters watched and circled like a vulture seeking carrion.
You saw a woman plummet to her death, and you watched as the glow left the block.
I tried to talk to Avalon, but she left before anyone could get to her. When I arrived to the scene, this was all that greeted me:
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No one knows who that woman was with Avalon, and no one knows what happened, but I'm telling you:
You are not safe.
Don't trust the Guard, they're taking orders. I don't know from who, but I intend to find out. You watch after each other, and if you see Avalon above you, call out for her.
Be the Voice of Freedom.
The Start of the Journey
If you've found your way here, it's because the Voice has called to you, and you have responded.
You might think you don't know me, but you'd be wrong. I am the Voice of Freedom. We all hear it, we all have it, and we all call to it.
That's why I'm here. I could not wait a moment longer.
Real reporters don't sit behind desks.
Real freedom fighters don't stand idly by while the city begins to turn on itself.
You've seen the signs. You've seen the bridges close, you've seen the quarantine.
So don't sit behind your desk.
Be a Voice of Freedom.
Signing off for now. Stay tuned. I'll never lie to you. When I know something, you will know something.
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