Saturday, August 20, 2011

Continue searching

I have faith you'll make the right choice when the time comes, but if you are going to continue your search for Specter, Basroil 2, know this: He is worth more to me alive than dead.

I will begin making preparations for the unveiling of the worms in your apple very soon. It will likely bring your journeys to an end, but I think you are resourceful enough to handle what is to come.

Paranoid? Were I in your position, I'd feel much the same way.

-A Friend

Friday, July 29, 2011

Keeping Specter's blog tidy

B2 here. Goggles just updated the main blog, figured I'd throw in my two cents over here.

Goggles pretty much laid it all out for you, but there's one important thing he left out.

See, one of the nerds doesn't really ever bathe. And he itches all over his body. So what does he do? He scratches and rolls off small piles of dead skin covered in miniscule amounts of dirt, then starts rolling it up into a little ball. I just found one such little ball on my desk in my shiny office that I have because I'm the Field Commander for the SMD nowadays.

Let me repeat that: I found a fucking dead skin Katamari on my desk.


Thursday, July 21, 2011

Gone Fishing

Heading for Florida. Don't worry, Goggles has tipped me off to the possibility of me being in danger. I'm taking a team of SMD troopers as bodyguards, because my boss refuses to let me cancel.

Goggles is officially in charge while I'm gone, unless B2 gets back early. In which case, B2's in charge.


Friday, July 8, 2011

OK, question





Finally have access to the account again

Lucky me.

Anyways, things have been quiet ever since my little trip to Indiana.

Science team's hard at work. With any luck, we'll get a way to keep the dimensional bleeding under control developed and figured out before anything especially bad happens. If this is just some weird calm before the storm, then I want us ready for the storm.


Finally have access to the account again

Lucky me.

Anyways, things have been quiet ever since my little trip to Indiana.

Science team's hard at work. With any luck, we'll get a way to keep the dimensional bleeding BLEEDING bleeding BLEEDING

Finally have access to the account again

Lucky me.

Anyways, things have been quiet ever since my little trip to Indiana.

Science team's hard at work. With any luck, we'll get a way to get a way to get a way to GET AWAY

Finally have access to the account again

Lucky me.

Anyways, things have been quiet ever since my little trip to Indiana.

Science team's hard at work. With any luck, we'll get a way to ggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Twofold Warning


You and your little audience are reading this because I have reason to believe you are trustworthy.

Do not take that trust lightly.

Do not continue to question my motives, those of anyone who may be working under me, or those of any superiors I may have.

Just know that I am here to help where I can. Does it matter where the help is coming from at this point?

-A Friend

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Got some instructions


Come to the enclosed address at 5:00 PM, local time, Indianapolis, on Tuesday, June 28th.

Come alone.

-A Friend
The above message was in my private email inbox. Indianapolis was the location of the Winter Solstice event that started all of this dimensional bleeding crap in full. The address he included, I edited out of this post for security reasons.

If the Friend wants me to find something, or meet him in person, then the fact that he wants me to go there means something.

Not sure if I should go. Especially since he's saying to come alone.


Monday, June 13, 2011

Back on our feet

Our budget should be noticeably larger next quarter. One problem out of the way.

On the subject of the recent attack on our hideout, we've had PATCH analyzing DNA from the dead attackers. So far, none of them have come up as PTC employees, and even the guys who work in Internal Affairs have their DNA and fingerprints on our records. These guys weren't PTC.

We don't have some huge fingerprint database for everyone on the planet. The fact that it isn't extensive enough to identify our attackers has been a problem for us. At least one of them came up as an ex-Marine, though, considered for potential PTC recruitment. Got passed up for it, and never got the memo that we even existed, so he can't have known about us. No clue what the guy would be doing participating in an attack on our front organization's building, but he and his buddies were packing, and they all definitely came from military backgrounds. Whether or not they were all former Marines specifically, I can't say, but none of them were carrying ID, and they all had guns and knew how to use them.

This leaves us with a bit of new information. These guys had no connection to the PTC, and decided to come and shoot us up. It's looking more and more like another Indoctrinated attack to keep us off-balance.


Monday, June 6, 2011


Now B2's freaking out about the recent attack on our little hideout here being committed by PTC Internal Affairs. I know Internal Affairs has been on our ass lately, but that's a bit of a quick conclusion to jump to.

Going to talk to the guys in charge at PTC Central Command, see if they'll confirm or deny anything.

We'll be back with an overall update sometime tonight.


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Sorry for not giving too many details

We didn't want to leak information on Big Game Hunting or Gone Fishing until after their completion because we didn't want to give Nightcrawler a heads-up that we were after him.

PTC secrecy is now comparatively safe. Any data he stole has been retrieved or destroyed. Thank PATCH for his help in keeping us afloat a while longer.

Internal Affairs isn't pleased that we're taking efforts like this into our own hands, but Nightcrawler was our mess, and the guys at Central Command commend me for 'taking initiative.' Me greenlighting Big Game Hunting pissed the head of Internal Affairs off so much that he pretty much threatened the rest of the Central Command bigwigs in a live conference to make them stop complimenting me on a job well done.

Guess that's one thing to pat myself on the back for. Back to work. We've got a certain slender man to kill.


Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Running diagnostic.

Diagnostic complete. Glitch has been repaired.

Commencing activation of Central Processing Unit.

Activation successful. Commencing activation of secondary processing units and peripheral hardware.

Activation successful.

Paranormal Termination Consortium Helper: Online and fully functional.

Primary Directive: Assistance in all Paranormal Termination Consortium counter-paranormal actions.

Secondary Directive: Assistance of Irregular forces in counter-paranormal actions.

Tertiary Directive: Assistance in enforcement of Paranormal Termination Consortium Directive One. Paranormal secrecy must be maintained.

Requesting input. PTC SMD Head Executive has identified this as a shakedown run to test for interaction with organic inquiries and orders.

Attempts to hack the PATCH will be retaliated against with extreme prejudice. You have been warned.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Alright, so, it's been a while since our last update here, but I figure this warrants a bit of an announcement.

We've been hard at work, and have finally come up with what can very, very loosely be called a prototype for an Alpha version of the PATCH: The PAranormal Termination Consortium Helper. We anticipate initial activation sometime tomorrow, but we have the hardware specs Crowley said we'd need, and we think most of the software that he's helped us code is going to work, but we're still not quite sure how all this crap works from the ground up. Chances of it not crashing right at the start are absolutely minimal. We still need to fine-tune everything, but we're testing it where we can as we go.

If everything works out, we should be able to push the full version into service by this time next week. In the meantime, B2 has been laying the groundwork for another operation in the Path. We anticipate deployment tonight, and an After-Action Report by Friday or Saturday.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

Well, here we are again

It's always such a pleasure.

No, I can't get that song out of my head. B2 refuses to stop humming it.

Anyways, odd to be using this blog again after doing nothing but running myself ragged, keeping the SMD afloat. Nightcrawler going nuts didn't help.

It's hard keeping things from totally falling apart, these days. B2's presence is welcome, even though he went rogue and shot a bunch of our guys.

So, about the Tablet. I know a whole bunch of you have been waiting for news.

We've got confirmation on some of its inner workings.

The damn thing might be a quantum computer. Let me repeat that, IT COULD BE A QUANTUM COMPUTER.

That's a pretty big deal.

Anyways, we've taken a look at the thing, and we think we might be able to reverse-engineer a less-effective version of the Tablet for our purposes. Our science team's on it already, split between the dimensional bleeding problem and the reverse-engineering program for the Tablet.

But you knew that already. What you didn't know is that we can get a prototype working sometime within the month, by current estimates of cost and barring any serious interruptions for the scientists, such as relocation.

This is going to be awesome.


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Winner: Hakurei Ryuu

For showing initiative, you won the first question.

For showing wisdom, you won the second question.

For showing initiative, Kay won the third question.

For winning the majority of the questions, you may ask me three of your own. I will answer to the best of my ability.

Do not dawdle.

-A Friend

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Third Question

What will you do when the veil between worlds is pulled back in its entirety?

-A Friend

Monday, March 7, 2011

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The First Question

This should be an easy one.

What is broken when you speak its name?

-A Friend

Monday, February 28, 2011

A Test from a Friend

I am assuming direct control of this blog.

I will ask you all three questions.

The first of you to get the most correct will be told the answer to three of your own.

The rules are simple.

No asking anyone else for answers, and no repeating answers that have been given already.

The first question will be given soon.

-A Friend

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Nice haircut

And get more sleep.

You look tired, Specter.



So, I always make certain to keep my glasses on the nightstand next to my bed. This is part of my daily routine. It is done, no exceptions.

I wake up, and they've been moved away from my nightstand, into the next room, where they were neatly placed on my couch.

I know for a fact I put them on my nightstand last night.

So, needless to say, I'm a wee bit annoyed/slightly freaked out. But, you get used to paranormal phenomena in my line of work.

Oh, well. I'm sure it's nothing too serious.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Hierarchy and Daily Routines

So, my daily routine got a bit of a shake-up today. Loads of paperwork I had to take care of. Mostly requisition orders.

For those of you not in the know(that is to say, everyone reading this besides the guys at work), the way the P.T.C. hierarchy and command structure works is that we have multiple Divisions, each with an assigned budget, job, and three departments: Science, Military, and Executive.

Executive Departments serve as the liaison between the Science and Military Departments, fill out requisition orders for the Science and Military Departments, and the highest-ranking Executives, of which I am one, serve as the liaison between the Division and Central Command. Translation: Paperwork and lots of it.

The Military Department is, of course, made up of soldiers like our dear friend Nightcrawler, with whom you are all too familiar. Their job is to actually fight and kill paranormal entities, or if possible, capture and contain them. Every Military Department is different in the precise organization and command structure, based on how many Military Department personnel Central Command has assigned to it.

A Division's Science Department figures out how the Military Department's supposed to kill a certain type of creature we've come across. Science personnel assigned to this job tend to not be ordinary beaker-slingers working with some outdated chemistry sets. These guys are the unsung heroes of the scientific community. (They're mostly unsung because if they try to speak about their discoveries, we quietly make them disappear.)

Now, one thing you need to know.

Everybody in the P.T.C. is in it for the money.

Generous salary, holiday bonuses, dental plan - We get the entire kit-n-kaboodle. Sure, it's a public service, and we usually feel good about this(and if we talk about it, we usually get killed, so that's a deterrent to avoid having people quit), but first and foremost, it's a job. Executives? They did the same thing back in their old jobs. Military? They're basically mercenaries being paid to shoot creatures that break your mind when you glance at them. Scientists? Let's just say Albert Einstein wouldn't have turned down the number of zeroes on his pay stub if he got paid to dissect a living brain that belonged to something that was still trying to kill him. 

Anyways, back to my daily routine.

Normally, it goes like this.

4:00 AM: Get up.

4:06 AM: Get in shower, lose grip on soap five times, say 'fuck it', apply shampoo, clean hair of shampoo, get dressed, apply deoderant.

5:00 AM: Get coffee.

5:06 AM: Drink coffee black, after waiting for it to cool off enough that I don't burn my mouth.

5:07 AM: Burn mouth anyways, wait for coffee to cool off some more. Finish coffee before I leave for work.

5:30 AM: Leave for work.

5:50 AM: Walk in front door, check over schedule for the day.

5:51-6:11 AM: Totally dismiss schedule, screw around playing Tetris on desk computer for about twenty minutes before smoking hot secretary brings me paperwork to inspect and sign from Military and Science Departments - usually requisition papers, after-action reports from combat personnel, and scientific analysis reports from the Science Department about their latest discovery regarding our opposition and their weaknesses.

6:12-6:50 AM: Inspect paperwork closely.

6:51-7:20 AM: Sign requisition orders I approve, stamp the ones I don't, and then forward scientific analysis and military after-action reports to Central Command for review.



7:22-9:40 AM: Under normal circumstances, await complaints about requisition orders being denied, and then start acting like the usual 'asshole boss' who won't approve Sundae Sundays at the office for numerous reasons, not the least of them being the budget is already tied up defending the human race rather than giving everyone a free ice cream sundae for bothering to come into work today. Usually takes a while for it to sink in. When it does, tell whiners to get the hell out of my office.

9:41-10:00 AM: Resume playing tetris until it is time for daily visit to Science Department.

10:01 AM-12:00 PM: Go see what the Science Department is doing with the budget allocated to them, and then either approve of their work wholeheartedly, or bitch them out for wasting it on something that doesn't make any sense for the soldiers in the Military Department to use.

12:01-1:00 PM: Visit barracks, talk to commanding officer if he is present, ensure that everything's up to code, get the hell out before everyone starts using me for target practice. A barracks full of soldiers disapproving of suits doesn't really allow for much in the way of 'not dying.' Trust me, if you're an executive here, the soldiers are out to get you. It's happened before.

1:01-2:00 PM: Go back to desk, find out that secretary's left another load of papers for me to sign, approve, or forward to Central Command. Resume work.

2:01-5:00 PM: Finish annoying and tedious workload, spend rest of the day goofing off. Occasionally make out with and/or nail hot secretary in nearby broom closet.

5:01-5:21 PM: Get up, inspect backseat of car for any paranormal creatures science team has slipped into car as a joke, go home.

5:22-10:00 PM: Enjoy evening and go to bed.

Ungodly Hour of the Early Morning: Get awoken by dog next door barking at something. Yell out window at neighbor to keep his dog under control, or I will have a team of highly-trained commandos shoot it, him, his wife, and his children, and then enjoy the newly-found peace and quiet by going back to bed.

That bit at 2:01-5:00 PM? Filled with more paperwork than I'm used to. With the Division getting back underway with new personnel, everyone needs to get acclimated to the new environment. Soldiers need to re-learn what to shoot and what not to shoot, science teams need to look over previously-collected data from dead or transferred scientists, and more requisition orders are filled out early on than anytime after the first few hectic weeks.

Still, even for a hellish, paperwork-filled day, this was nuts.

Looking forward to tomorrow.


Sunday, January 23, 2011

My blog

Well, those of you familiar with me or my work may not have the whole story. I figure, Nightcrawler set up the account here, why not put it to more use than simply leaking classified intelligence to both our enemies and the people we are sworn to protect who inherently distrust us because of our secrecy?

Yes, you paranoid bastards, I'm looking at you.

My appropriate alias is 'Specter.' I work for the Paranormal Termination Consortium as an executive in the employ of one of the organizations responsible for funding the entire operation. Which one I am employed with, I am not permitted to say. Nor am I permitted to release my real name.

But, the P.T.C.'s existence has been leaked to a minor group of internet bloggers who are fascinated with something we've devoted lives and resources to trying to kill and contain. I figure, as long as knowledge of the P.T.C. doesn't spread much farther, we'll be able to continue working quietly.

And pass it all off as a work of fiction.

At any rate, here I will answer questions and post about my day. Heavens know I have nothing  better to do while overseeing Nightcrawler and making sure he stays under control.