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A Date to Remember
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Dreams? Night Terrors? Nothin'.
The full body burning started again about a day after getting home, although this time it was a bit less intense and didn't last as long. I didn't immediately notice any changes but as the day went on I realized I hadn't eaten all day and wasn't hungry. That night I didn't sleep at all and stayed up journaling and working on some accounting for the practice and by daybreak realized I wasn't tired at all. Relieved that I didn't have to worry about nightmares for the first time in over a decade, I set out for the beach. Although I wasn't tired or hungry I realized I was feeling a bit run down and thought maybe laying out in the sun would be good for me. As I started sunbathing I looked down at my body and realized my skin had turned pitch black. Despite this bizzare development I stayed out for about an hour and by the time I went home I felt like a million bucks. While I'm happy to seemingly not need sleep anymore, this new consequence of having a body made of nanobots is going to take some getting used to...
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To Russia With Love
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A Thief in the Night
This most recent setback, as frustrating as it was, gave me direction in how to spend my efforts while I wait for the next letter so show up. I've been spending lots of time on yoga to work on my balance and ability to move more quietly. I've been practicing lock picking (I felt terrible breaking Digsby's miracle lockpick). I've also even taken a few driving classes.
While I know I bring a lot to the table in terms of medical skills, these missions have not called for them often, and being more deft in how I move through the world seems particularly useful for gathering information and even putting myself in an advantageous position for assassinating targets, if it came down to it.
Plus, I've had plenty of time to dedicate to these pursuits anyways, since I don't sleep anymore. The nights are rather long and a bit lonely at times...
The Sons of Salem
We swear to secure our people against the wickedness and evil of the invisible world.
We swear to aid the afflicted.
We swear to stay ever vigilant and seek out the abominable witchcrafts committed in this country.
We humbly pray to be blessed by God to hold all those who consort with the Devil accountable. Amen
—Opening and closing prayer for Sons of Salem meetings.
The Sons of Salem is a loosely-organized conservative populist movement in the United States that preaches violent opposition to anything they perceive as witchcraft, demonic, or monstrous.
Blowhard podcaster Ted Gundy and former general of the mercenary group “Hognose,” Roland Rush, founded the movement in 2010 after a series of violent werewolf attacks and unexplained, supernatural murders in Tennessee. Memberships grew quickly, stoked by Ted’s fiery doomsday rhetoric on his podcast "Truth Seekers" and the aspiration of the masculine power embodied by Roland.
Although they speak of duty, honor, and maintaining the “natural order” of things, the Sons of Salem are driven by fear. They collect guns and appear at protests en-masse as a way of easing the all-consuming terror of their powerlessness. At the same time, they have conditioned themselves to respond to fear with “strength” (read: violence).