We came, we saw, we caused mayhems. We arrived and started to set up the tools at Flinders St station. Signs, music, fliers and whatnot. And by whatnot I mean that was the end of the list. I had created a new playlist for music. We've been listening to the same stuff for the last god knows how long. The new one was basically the same kind of stuff, just different songs. Everyone seemed to like it, so I think I'll make another for next month. I also created more flavour-speech recordings, the stuff we have playing in between songs. I did it like a radio station, introducing the next songs, giving information about Anonymous and Scientology. Great success, and next month I will be looking into guest speaker(s). We moved down to Bourke St, it was very busy that day. Other protest groups and music players filled the street. We went to a new spot out the front of David Jones. Though we had a lot of music/noise surrounding us, when people walked past our speaker, they got in the mood for Anonymous pie. They took well to the fliers, and again, people are recognising us. Not an improvement from last month, but then again, last month was REALLY epic in terms of people recognising us. We were dancing our pants off, when a bright-eyed Anon returned to the group with good news! There were Scilons distributing Black PR material about Anonymous. Oh joy of joys!. We sent out anyone who felt like going, which was most of us. I didn't go, but I made sure they were going to be on their best behaviour. When the troops returned with news of a successful mission, I was saddened to hear that some random city-goer thought it would be funny to try and de-mask Yuki. For those of you who haven't met Yuki, she is the most tiny, innocent, meekest Anon among us. Anyone willing to lay hands on her deserved more than what he got. Luckily, Angry-Chan was there show the assailant what for. He told me he didn't do anything naughty, which is very honorable of him. Buy him a beer the next time you guys can. But back to the Scilons. Turns out one of them was *drum rollllllllllllllllllllllllllll* that friendly Scientologist who always has a chat with us. I fucking called that shit. He's a cock-bite, a dick-weed and a two-faced liar. I knew it, he's either being paid by the Scilons to be cock who tries to make us second guess ourselves, or he's a Scilon and he's doing it to get the honor of being able to give Hubbard's corpse a blowjob. Oh he said he was just a guy with a song in his heart, but he was trying to break us from the start in any way he can. I had him pegged from the moment I saw him. And here we are, all that stuff he said was just a farce. Next up, we moved down to Ascott Vale. The Scilons were there trying to record us doing something stupid. Too bad Crowley (I cannot explain how epic Crowley is) was just yelling in his face through a megaphone. We rocked up to the church playing Devil's Dance Floor, I was singing my head off and dancing with the speaker in hand, making sure I sung extra loudly for the camera-scilons. They called the cops (naturally) to come down. When they arrived, they had a chat with us, and Rootsy was just pacing around, waiting for the cops to hear his side of the story, obviously perturbed being made to wait by Anons. Throughout all this, Crowley was still yelling Anti-Scilon chants. Rootsy couldn't handle this. He turned to Crowley and yelled "Stop pointing that megaphone in my face!!!" Crowley paused with the comedic timing of a master, and yelled through his megaphone at point blank range "GET YOUR FACE OUT OF MY MEGAPHONE!" Rootsy didn't like this. Not. One. Bit. He went to pretty much kill Crowley with a single blow, but had to hold back and simply went in for a violent push. Nothing too drastic, but he did it right in front of the cops for fuck sake. As this happened, I just saw an officer just traipse over non-chalantly and took Rootsy aside. We got everything on film, so Anons, REALLY try to upload that stuff. I know I ask you to do that every month, but this month was gold. Later on, the cops came back, and got us to move to the other side of the road. Presumably because the Scilons were calling 000 too much or something, and they wanted them to shut the hell up. It wasn't much of a big deal, we had already had our fun. I left early from everyone else, but I don't suspect much would've happened after I left. Correct me if I'm wrong Melbanon. Scientology know that the Tax Amendment is fast approaching, Nick Xenophon has been stroking his extra large dildo in anticipation in one of the greatest butt-fucks ever to grace our country in the future. They aren't happy with anything right now, and they need a punching bag. Anonymous is an easy target for them. We have no lawyers on tap, no PR team, no media coverage 24/7. They are going to strike us at every opportunity until they are snuffed out. And even then, I would hazard a guess that that wouldn't stop them. Be vigilant, be careful, bait wherever you can, but don't ever strike. Keep your coolfaces on, turn those bad boys up to industrial strength. We are approaching the epicenter gentlemen, D-Day is coming. Are you ready for it? Video of Crowley being Epic http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg127/xer43/?action=view¤t=Crowleybeinatroll.mp4 UPDATE #2 - Photo album http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.216295895047546.65731.199725416704594 As you can see, Crowley clearly didn't get touched. Let this be a reminder, though we are all hyped up on sugar and would gladly swear to god that Crowley was assaulted (like me, totally thought he was hit), the camera never lies. Still, it doesn't make Rootsy's reaction any less EPIC.