Liv's Questionnaire

I live near South Hadley in Mass with a bunch of my friends in a group home. It's small crowded and very green. All vegetarians and vegan. Non vegan cause Ted has some chickens he keeps in the back.  We had some poser fucking carnist try and join a few years ago. Kept it on the download for first few meetings. Then I grilled him on it. Self-proclaimed communist thought animal welfare was a distraction to keep the proletariat down. Said important thing was uniting to over throw the shackles of the ruling class. 

I broke that fucking asshole's fucking nose, and he bleed all over the carpet.

The house backed me the fuck up. That's when I knew I would stay. 

My grandpa setup a trust fund a while back for all his grandchildren. Enough for me to live off and fund my activism. Not enough to FUCKING MATTER. That old fuck had hundreds of millions and locks it all up in a trust fund that gives me a trickle at the time. Think what I could do with that kind of money.

Just one more fucked up thing in my family. 

I guess I buy trips to different places to protest, or fuck shit up. Buy some stuff for the house. Get food, donate some of it to some animal charities, that kind of thing.

The world fucking tortures and kills billions of animals each year. I want to stop that. And stop all the other fucked up shit too. 

People are shit, ruining the world for everyone else. The institutions of the world are shit. I want to burn it down. 

I'll do what it takes. Billions of animals are dying after a life of torture every year. They can't fight for themselves, so I have to fight for them when I can.

Death is being faced every day by most of the planet, and people just can't face up to it. I'm not like them. I'll stare death in the fucking face and not fucking blink. I'd kill if it would actually fucking do anything. But the systems are too strong, and people are too apathetic.

If I could get real power though... I'd go all the way to the brink and beyond.

Probably when my fucking parents kicked me out.

It was a bit before my grandpa died, when it was clear he was on the way out. Everyone was working to show their "best self". Family was disintegrating, fighting over inheritance. Toxic shit. They started pushing me more and more to ask like grandpa's precious little princess.

I couldn't stand it.

Right before a big family reunion, I got a friend of mine to shave part of my head, and to draw on a temporary tattoo.

My parent's freaked the fuck out. So did the rest of my family, except my grandpa who just laughed and laughed.

They locked me out of the house that night. "If you don't appreciate this family, maybe you should know what it's like to be without it". Lived on the streets for a month or so before my grandpa croaked. Found a good 4 stray dogs that I was feeding before the end. Found them all good homes.

When Grandpa croaked, I got my trust, got my emancipation, and went on my merry fucking way, hopefully to never fucking see them again.

Most human's fucking suck.

Ted - the first person I met that wasn’t a complete fuckwad. Found him a bit after I got my trust. He had ideal, and ideas for what kind of life and world he wanted to live in, and the people he wanted to be around. He had the vision and I made it happen. Together we made our little community. He is a short mixed race dude with dark brown skin, dark black hair and bad eyes sight. He has a thing for me I’m pretty sure. And yeah we hook up occasionally.

Vivian - Vivian is just pure. When we met she was escaping an abusive relationship with some fucker. This was her third attempt at leaving, and we sheltered her in the house for a few days. Finally that FUCKER came to find her and I hit him with mace then then a now bloody baseball bat. Fucker. Vivian’s been with us since. She is tall cute, and always looking for ways to help out. She has a major crush on me and Ted. And yeah we hook up occasionally.

Ralph- My best friend. Kind loving and loyal to a fault. I found him during my time on the streets, and he’s been with me ever since. He has dark hair, with a spot or white on his nose. Some kind of mutt mix. I love him.

I mean. Could have been worse, but could have been a hell of a lot better.

My parents weren’t poor. They were very not poor. Private school not poor. But they were assholes. Caring about me when I disappoint them, but otherwise not having the time of day. I had a great nanny for a while. Sophia. My mom fired her cause she was jealous that I liked her so much.

Fuck I miss that woman. Never got a last name, think she had some trouble with ICE, and haven’t been able to find her. Fuck my parents.

Went to a Christian boarding school till I got kicked out for making out with a girl in the bathroom. Never vibed with the atmosphere there anyway. Public school was a bit better, but still got to learn that being an PoS isn’t strictly the domain of the rich. Made friends online , and in the places oodballs hang out, but wasn’t really close with anyone till after gramps died. Managed to graduate before I was kicked out of the house, but didn’t go or college.

Made some friends while living on the street, and eventually met Ted, and got my inheritance from Gramps, and the rest is history.

I got a sweet vegan leather jacket. I love it. It feels cool as hell, and it wasn't made by cutting the skin off anything! It's cool in the summer, warm in the winter, and makes me look hot as hell. I suppose with my vocation that a very appropriate turn of phrase.

I also got my chains! They are the future of my ability to fuck some shit up. I can tell it's going to be good. Soon I'll be able to rain down hell fire on fuckers.

Mostly I don't really get attached to things. My family was all about possessions, and they were miserable shits.

Ralph isn't a possession, he's my friend. He's special because he is my oldest friend, and anyone with a pet should know what I mean. An animal can't be a possession, and if you think they are a possession, they you are an awful shit.

The biggest problem I’m facing is the indifference of the world to the massive amount of suffering it is causing to non humans. I have to figure out how to overcome that, and much more to reach my objective.

other obstacles:

1. The Governments of the world which allow it

2. large corporations which perpetuate this large scale atrocity.
3. regular people who enjoy consuming flesh cheaply, and will push back against any restriction. Fuckers.

i don’t know how I’m going to change this. Burning shit might help in the short term. Taking over governments maybe? 

I need more power and more people working with me on this. 

Might be that it’s time to carve a space for myself in that book club I just did a favor for. I’m sure I can convince some of them to join me. And with my newest ability, I finally have some ability to get people to act reasonably.

I sleep in till I feel like it’s time to get up. Ralph gets me up for a run most days, and we travel around the neighborhood. We run maybe 4 miles before Ralph gets tired and we head home. Then I feed the chickens and take a shower. Vivian usually makes breakfast, a mix of pancakes, impossible sausage, and eggs if the chickens have been laying. If we’re too busy we have some granola and fruit. 

After that everyone else gets ready to head up to work, and I go about doing house maintenance. 

I’m spending much more time away than I was before the contracts, but before I would spend time working on various campaigns, tracking various pieces of legislation, etc.

Now I spend most of my actual days traveling or trainings or working on building up some access to magical power. A fellow contractor has a cult that I’ve managed to gain access to, and I handle some of their problems. Hopefully that will eventually become something I can leverage to my objectives.

hmmmm. I've gone on a few dates where I wanted to look my best. Also a few meetings with lawyers. Oh, and the funeral for my gramps! Lots of special places to go.


When I'm going on dates, it depends on my date. If we are going out to a fancy dinner, I have this killer black dress that hugs my frame. If we are going dancing, I have a flowing top, and a skirt the twirls a lot. Makes doing twirls very fun. If the date is more attracted to masculine energy, I have a killer tux I put on for some occasions. Really makes Ted go wild actually.

Anyway. Meeting with lawyers is always buisness neat. I have 3 outfits that my family picked out for me.

Funeral's a black. I went with a black dress when I went to a funeral for a friend of mine I met while homeless. I went with the tux for my gramp's funeral because I knew it would piss my family off.

Takes me like 30 minutes to an hour to fully prep with makeup and stuff if I'm going all out.

Being honest, I'm not 100% sure.

I know what it seems like to me though, so I'll described that.

The first bit I learned was some bits of knowledge. Some words to say, patterns to trace. My first trick was learning how to summon a being and bind it. It's not quite the biblical idea of demons that I'm summoning. But whatever the beings are, they aren't friendly. Inclinations towards violence, deception, destruction and nightmares.

Good tools for burning down the world.

With a good number of my gifts, I had to make deals with these creatures. They want pretty straightforward things. Flesh, pain, the opportunity to inflict pain. 

Some I can just trick, and get into a binding. Some come easy, wanting the opportunity to influence the world.

With every contract I learn a bit more, and gain a bit more influence among them. I gain the ability to pull from things deeper in their realm.

Whatever that realm is, I'm not sure.

Could be some creatures of nightmare. Could be the fear of children made Boggie men. Could be some actual biblical nonsense.

I don't care. They are tools, like everything is a tool, and I am aspire to use my tools to great affect.