Remembering Chris Beer's last words before his gruesome demise, I couldn't help but wonder who the overlord could be. As I recalled, Chris Beer was the one who led the spam and hack attack against Newgrounds few years ago, what could have happened?

All I do know is whoever the so-called "overlord" is, that person might be planning something and not much time is to be wasted. Bad enough that there was a recent news report in regards to a sighting of a flamboyant serial killer named Jeff, I have a feeling he's intending to finish the job he started. I was worried about that since someone send me a letter with writings written in blood, it really freaked me out.

The letter reads:

Dear Dennis,

I have been following for a while now and your actions against the Westboro Baptist Church really turned me on, lol!

I am looking forward to the day when we finally meet again so I can have the honor of covering myself with your blood as a way to remembering you once it's done.

Until we meet, ;)

Love, Jeffrey!

It's difficult to think of someone less saner than this guy off the top of my head. It's not going to stop me from sleeping however since I have more important things to worry about and seeing that Jeff is waiting for the right moment, maybe the next meeting will occur once the WBC ordeal is over, I don't know.

A doorbell ranged and I carefully checked from the window on the room next to the front entrance and to my relief, it was Peter. I opened the door and said, "Hey Peter, I didn't expect you to be here."

Peter smiled and said, "It's good to know that you're okay, but there's something I need to tell you,"

"What is it?" I asked.

"I heard that a computer technician employed by the NSA was murdered last night, do you by any chance know anything about this?"

"No, not at all, why?" I lied.

"Well, back in Minnesota, I remember how you said that the reason why you traveled around for a while is because you were looking for a computer hacker who launched an attack on a website you go to and he was from New Zealand. The person the NSA rumored to employed recently moved from New Zealand and shortly afterward, he disappeared." he said.

"Really? Wow...sucks for the NSA." I said with a feigned surprise.

"Considering what they tried to do, I wouldn't feel bad for them."

"I know, still who saw that one coming? I hope the worse will happen to Monsanto one day."

"We can all hope." said Peter.

"Anyway, we're leaving and I hope we'll meet again."

"Thanks Peter, good luck on your journey!" I said.

After he left, I closed the door and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I fried a couple of eggs and I went down to the basement to get a can of soda while waiting for a moment for the eggs to cool down.

Once I got back up to the kitchen, I started to wonder if I can sit more comfortably by tipping the chair backward to the wall while resting my legs on the table. So I gave it a try but tipping the chair backward to the door and rested my feet onto the table and it worked for a while. Just when I was able to fall asleep, the chair slipped and I fell.

I decided that this would be the last time I try something like that.

The fried eggs made my throat a bit worse as I started to cough more the next morning, even vomiting out the greenish-yellow gunk that were lodged in the back of my throat. The problem would last for few days as I had to take some cough medicine every four (or six hours depending which one I was using as the first bottle was already running low). As I started to get better, at the same time my throat would feel like it's been covered with pigeon feathers, making it nearly impossible for me to speak without getting into a coughing fit.

Later that night, I tried Tylenol but it made my throat even worse as I ended up spending the entire night coughing. That's when I decided to get it checked out at the clinic so I took the train, only to have yet another run in with those guys...yes, you know the one.

The train was crowded and I was holding onto the poll when someone grabbed my shoulder and said, "Well, well, well, even after all the trouble for the past month you still have the guts to go outside you filthy infidel!"

"What's the matter? Loss for words? I can't blame you since I would too if fear took over knowing that my enemy have caught me. You really gave us a lot of trouble but this time you will finally meet your downfall for you insolence!"

"Not now!" I thought.

At the time like this, I couldn't afford to get sidetracked by a group of religious fanatics, I needed to get to the clinic.

"Our stop is coming up next." he said.

Once the train stopped at Woodhaven Blvd., the fanatic nudged me and I started to move toward the door when at the last second, I elbowed the man in the stomach and shoved him right out of the door. He screamed and tried to get back into the train only to get kicked out by me just as the door started to close. The nut starts banging on the door as the train begins its departure.

I flipped my would be kidnapper the finger and smiled.

I was worried that his friends might come after me, but thankfully, they didn't.

After getting myself checked out, I had to wait an hour in line to get the medicine the doctor prescribed me. During the wait, I had an uneasy feeling, it's like I have been watched!

I thought I was just being paranoid only to see a creepy figure smiling just in front of the door as he made a throat slitting gesture toward me. The security guard came and dragged him away.

"WA DID I DOOOOO!" he screamed.

I sighed in relief and thought this would be the last of him.

After making my way back home without trouble, I took two tea spoon of cough medicine and turned on the television. I was ready to change the channel when the new station reported a story that would kept me awake for days...a security guard from the clinic was found murdered as his body was discovered a block from the building.

Not only that, a rubber mask was discovered!

I have a feeling I know who that creepy figure is...