A parting gift

Hello Zed.
I'm still very upset about you trying to kill me.
I know how your the state your head is in right now so let me remind you how that went.
It was an utter failure.
The reason your still alive is because you didn't even got close to killing me.
You tried to slit your own throat you idiot.
I was able to stop you before you even touched the knife.
But your attempt was very upsetting.
So i decided to give you what you wanted.
I left.
I have a new host now.
Remember the proxie i killed at the gas station?
The dead make better puppets than the living.
But don't think i left you without saying goodbye.
Your may think you arm is broken but you should take a peak under the cast.
Do you think i would repay a death attempt in broken bones?
I would advise changing your password to something less predictable from now on.

Red right Hand

I'm feeling somewhat better now. I still can't get my memories straight. I jumped of a building. I stabbed a power socket. I hung myself. Each time I try to remember it's different. Each of them seem real. All my memories before that are just a bunch of headache inducing bright colors. At least Indrid is gone now. Not dead, but gone. I think it would take a lot more than the death of his host to kill him.

My right arm is currently broken, likely happened during my suicide attempt. I don't know how to measure the freshness of a cast but I know that to get one I would have to have been at a hospital at some point. I guess the next thing to do is check the area for Hospitals and see if anyone remembers me. I'm going to have to make up a really good excuse for how I broke my arm and lost the memory of it. Car crash maybe?

Oh and I figured out what I lost. For the longest time I kept thinking that there was something I was supposed to be reading, so I looked back Indrid's last few posts on my blog and figured it out. 40 odd American Legends by Elissa K. Guiles is missing. Indrid Cold still has his clue to the Ark.

Do you know what happens to a person when they hit the ground after jumping of the 23rd floor of a building? It should be dead. I should be dead. I don't even know why. I know I'm missing something. Something stolen. Or something ruined? I need to clear my head. At least it left.