EDIT: Go read the bottom of this post.
Chester here. Razor decided he'd had enough fun "playing with you cute little spitfires" and left. Through the door. he came in through the BATHROOM WINDOW. That thing is less than half a metre square! Not to mention that the kid is a freaking PSYCHOPATH. A fucking LUNATIC. he shut himself in our study and we didn't hear ANYTHING from him for three hours so we were just sitting there watching the door for ages and then we tried the handle and it was UNLOCKED and Razor was sitting on the floor reading a James Patterson novel, looking actually NORMAL and then he started TALKING again and every single thing that kid said was completely and utterly insane.
Sorry. Feeling kinda angry. Had to get it all out of my system. Here's a sample of the kind of thing he said:
"The stars, look at the stars, you pulled stars from the sky and make them yours, the lights, they're beautiful, like the sky and trees and Him, how he is beautiful, stretching out his arms to offer salvation to us damned, you are the damned, I will offer you ascension, (speaking to Vivi as opposed to talking to himself now) I will allow you to join the glorious ranks of the saved, leave flesh and blood and love behind, let him break (talking to me now) for you will break, for alone you are nothing, you are weak divided divide and conquer divide and conquer divide and conquer divide and conquer divide and conquer-"
He stopped for a while then went "I'm bored of playing with you cute little spitfires. Later." Then he ran out the door. he also said a whole lot of stuff about the other bloggers which basically did nothing but make both of us want to strangle him. Not only is he a psychopath and obviously not all there in the head, he's also the most annoying person I have ever met.
I hope the next proxy who tries to climb through one of our windows enjoys the little surprise we've left for them. It's a waste of perfectly good paint and also perfectly good cooking oil, not to mention the barbed wire, but you can't see it from the outside and I do not envy the next person to try climbing in through one of our windows.
EDIT: Vivi here. We received an odd email just now. There was no email address in the from bar, just some nonsense numbers. The email was as follows:
It's in code. I have no idea what it means. It's a whole lot of repeated numbers (never 1, and never more than four) separated by slashes and hyphens. We think the hyphens might mean "space" or the start of a new word and the slashes may mean that the AMOUNT of numbers is important. so 3 means something different to 33, and 333 means something else to them both.