Update title based on Horo's beautiful work.
You can see it here
So Jeff's gone, yep, right online, just like Nessa.
Before you all decide to start trying to fix him through text, keep in mind this. It really didn't work for Nessa, in fact, looking back it was stupid to think that some silly slogan is going to empower someone to fight a monster. Ain't happening. So Jeff's gone.
So long, bud. I'll miss ya. If he 'miraculously returns', he's not back, it's another chain yank by the goon squad. Trying to destroy our morale again, works not too badly too, I must say, but it's not going to break me yet.
So, for those of you who don't read the hundred troll comments on the last post, let me tell you how my day went.
It went to shit the moment I got out of bed.
End of story.
Okay I owe you all a few more details than that. I had people banging on my windows half the night, just slapping their hands against the frame, one caused a crack. Called the police, they didn't find anything, and it starts up again twenty minutes later.
This morning, I see a note on my front door reading, "TAKEEVERYTHINGFROMYOU" and then I see the shitstorm of comments from our delightful antagonists. The people outside start up again as I'm typing, but eventually things die down, and I double check my home for problems, then I see what happens on the blog after lunch.
Long story short, Jeff falls to the corrupt.
Read the drama for yourself. It's sad, I know, and I seem heartless to just throw that out there without any real emotion, but I'm getting used to tragedy.
While Jeff starts falling, I fall for a taunt, and decide to go whoop on Rika. If I were smart, I would've realized she can't be posting on my blog when she's right outside my house, noone's stupid enough to have an open laptop while running around my house slapping windows.
Not even Rika
I kid.
No I don't.
So I go out there with my cudgel, chase around two guys I don't know, and smack one of them in the back. Cops show up surprisingly quick considering I didn't call them, and then I get a twenty minute Q&A session with Marion County's finest.
I spin the tale so i'm the persecuted one, which is really true, I just leave out the whole mythos stuff. I even show them the note left on my door. Thanks for that.
They pretty much don't do a damn thing for me, aside from telling me that they'll send by a squad car more regularly.
And then Flame Wars: Part 3 shows up on my last entry. I think I'll be disabling comments for a while.
I'm sick of it all.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
NO no no
Stop it! It's not Nessa. Nessa's gone, we accept that, and move on. Whomever she says she is, it's a lie. She doesn't act like this, you all know it.
I just spent four days trying to help pacify all the issues I've been having, mentally and socially, then all of a sudden someone "POPS BACK UP FROM THE DEAD" You don't think that's connected?
It's an attempt to discredit me and drive me mad. I'm not falling for it, don't let it happen to you. Come on, what is she? Undead? Pfft, that's not the monster's style, guys. I asked Fizz enough about the actual incident that I don't think she's lying. So in summary. If you're reading this...You're not Nessa. No one is falling for it.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Repercussions
The police came by today, asking me if I knew of any incidents in the complex recently. I asked what they meant, apparently someone got attacked recently by an unknown assailant.
Yeah...that blood I had on my sword. Fortunately they were just asking the neighbors. Not too sure how good my lie was, but I referred them to the incident with Rika that I had. Even showed them the scab on my head where she banged me with that pipe.
The officer asked me why I hadn't reported it, I sheepishly made up an excuse that she was someone I had met on the internet, and was trying to 'hook up' with her. Apparently they bought it, and eventually went on their way.
Fuck, who did I hurt? What did I do?
God, I can't stand not knowing but if I go confess to the police, I'll miss my chance for vindication on the Solstice. I'm going to dispose of the blade, maybe bury it, I don't know. But my weapon has got to go! I hope that I had nothing to do with it, I *hope* that I cut the /construct/ with it, and not some poor person who had to fend off a deranged me.
I hope so
and as a mood breaker, I noticed this week that apparently my blog lacks credibility in the circles. Well I already started to fix that, getting rid of all that self delusional nonsense. However there's more to come.
I'm officially announcing that starting today, I'm a 26 yo Latina mother of 3, who has bouts of insanity leading her to believe she's stalked by a monster that isn't there, and then dies under mysterious circumstances.
Okay that was a cheap laugh on my end. I suppose I don't have the talent to write something like that.
Take care all. I'll keep posting.
Yeah...that blood I had on my sword. Fortunately they were just asking the neighbors. Not too sure how good my lie was, but I referred them to the incident with Rika that I had. Even showed them the scab on my head where she banged me with that pipe.
The officer asked me why I hadn't reported it, I sheepishly made up an excuse that she was someone I had met on the internet, and was trying to 'hook up' with her. Apparently they bought it, and eventually went on their way.
Fuck, who did I hurt? What did I do?
God, I can't stand not knowing but if I go confess to the police, I'll miss my chance for vindication on the Solstice. I'm going to dispose of the blade, maybe bury it, I don't know. But my weapon has got to go! I hope that I had nothing to do with it, I *hope* that I cut the /construct/ with it, and not some poor person who had to fend off a deranged me.
I hope so
and as a mood breaker, I noticed this week that apparently my blog lacks credibility in the circles. Well I already started to fix that, getting rid of all that self delusional nonsense. However there's more to come.
I'm officially announcing that starting today, I'm a 26 yo Latina mother of 3, who has bouts of insanity leading her to believe she's stalked by a monster that isn't there, and then dies under mysterious circumstances.
Okay that was a cheap laugh on my end. I suppose I don't have the talent to write something like that.
Take care all. I'll keep posting.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Real
I think I might be taking a few days off, things got so intense here for a bit. All sorts of people started showing up, people passed out titles like candy, and things got unbelievable.
I'm going to try to see through all these things I've said and considered over the last few weeks, to try to find the truth of the matter. There's truth in there somewhere, I just need to sift it out from the garbage.
First piece of garbage, Astral Projection - Yes I've tried to meditate, in hopes to figure out what to do, it's gotten me nowhere. It was a worthwhile thought, but its beyond me, you won't hear me mention it again. I regret the arrogance I had to even consider that I could do something that supernatural.
Second piece of business - Not necessarily garbage, but I want to talk about the titles we use. They're a symbol, that's a powerful thing, but that's all they are. It's a representation of what we want to see, but we're also seeing a lot of them now, and to be fair, I've doled out a few myself, because I felt someone needed to see themselves more than just a scared Runner, fleeing a monstrosity. However, having so many people out there, donning monikers like superheroes sort of dilutes the concept. So while I am still here, for a few more weeks, I'm going to stop using all of them, in hopes maybe others will do the same.
Third piece of business - Conduits. This isn't an attack on anyone, Will, but I wanted to voice my thoughts on it. I admit, I've got good luck, heck, I named my blog after that belief! But the idea of super powers, tapping into either the monster's power, or our own or whatever, maybe that's not as real as I've thought it is. Don't delude yourself into thinking you can do more than you can. I do feel we have potential to do more than what we see before us! But let's not lie to ourselves more than we need to, to survive a monster. If you really can do something, sure, whatever, I can't verify it, and if I assume you're lying to me, well maybe I won't bring it up anymore.
Fourth piece of business - The Solstice, it still stands. I'm still going to believe in this, and in Robert's analysis. It may lead to nothing, probably won't hear from me again. Doesn't matter. I'm losing screws daily now.
Fifth piece of business - Greenlight. Don't care if he's mad or not, he's my friend, and I have to merit his words, even if he's never been anything more than a man lost in his own mind. The lesson here, is to judge for yourself what is real and what is not. I can't tell you what's real. Let your own common sense flow. Now, as an alternative advocate's point of view, words still have power. This is a major premise of the Core Theory.
I'm going to use a lot more discretion before I start voicing theories from now on, because I haven't guarded my tongue, and look where that got us?
Sixth piece of business - As such, I have to revoke the promise of full disclosure. I am sorry, I really am, but I've been a fool these last few weeks, talking about things with such candor.
Seventh piece of business - I think I've accidentally, in this....grotesque mockery of life that I've been a part of lately, I think I've accidentally pushed people away from me that I respect. I won't name names, but I will say now, that I hope to set myself right, explore this mythos in the proper way from now on, without comments that envision superheroics and impossible goals. So to those of you, who I have hoped to......garner a sense of approval from, I am deeply sorry.
Last piece of business - Attitudes. I'm unsure about this. I know that we're less afraid of him, at least those that are sort of 'in the circle' as it were. But do not be stupid about it. I think we need to dial back our 'let's kick him in the junk' comments. Enthusiasm is very good, but not to the point of reckless suicide. Most of us are afraid, and it is alright to be afraid. I said this before, but noone seemed to hear me. It's alright to be afraid, it lets you know you're still sane,
As for me, I'm considering leaving this hideout and seeing if my apartment's still there. I need to sort out what's real, and that means shedding some of this paranoia. Watchfulness will remain, however. I'm not going to go out and 'derp derp derp, tall guy watching me, herp derp'. I am going to go home, and find some reality in my life, maybe even watch TV for the first time in a month.
I ask you all to examine your lives, toss aside the delusions you may have, without a word of acknowledgment and continue on your paths.
Thank you for reading
Zero
M, Zeke, and the ones I consider friends whom I have never met. I'm straightening things up today, I hope I can make one of you proud.
I'm going to try to see through all these things I've said and considered over the last few weeks, to try to find the truth of the matter. There's truth in there somewhere, I just need to sift it out from the garbage.
First piece of garbage, Astral Projection - Yes I've tried to meditate, in hopes to figure out what to do, it's gotten me nowhere. It was a worthwhile thought, but its beyond me, you won't hear me mention it again. I regret the arrogance I had to even consider that I could do something that supernatural.
Second piece of business - Not necessarily garbage, but I want to talk about the titles we use. They're a symbol, that's a powerful thing, but that's all they are. It's a representation of what we want to see, but we're also seeing a lot of them now, and to be fair, I've doled out a few myself, because I felt someone needed to see themselves more than just a scared Runner, fleeing a monstrosity. However, having so many people out there, donning monikers like superheroes sort of dilutes the concept. So while I am still here, for a few more weeks, I'm going to stop using all of them, in hopes maybe others will do the same.
Third piece of business - Conduits. This isn't an attack on anyone, Will, but I wanted to voice my thoughts on it. I admit, I've got good luck, heck, I named my blog after that belief! But the idea of super powers, tapping into either the monster's power, or our own or whatever, maybe that's not as real as I've thought it is. Don't delude yourself into thinking you can do more than you can. I do feel we have potential to do more than what we see before us! But let's not lie to ourselves more than we need to, to survive a monster. If you really can do something, sure, whatever, I can't verify it, and if I assume you're lying to me, well maybe I won't bring it up anymore.
Fourth piece of business - The Solstice, it still stands. I'm still going to believe in this, and in Robert's analysis. It may lead to nothing, probably won't hear from me again. Doesn't matter. I'm losing screws daily now.
Fifth piece of business - Greenlight. Don't care if he's mad or not, he's my friend, and I have to merit his words, even if he's never been anything more than a man lost in his own mind. The lesson here, is to judge for yourself what is real and what is not. I can't tell you what's real. Let your own common sense flow. Now, as an alternative advocate's point of view, words still have power. This is a major premise of the Core Theory.
I'm going to use a lot more discretion before I start voicing theories from now on, because I haven't guarded my tongue, and look where that got us?
Sixth piece of business - As such, I have to revoke the promise of full disclosure. I am sorry, I really am, but I've been a fool these last few weeks, talking about things with such candor.
Seventh piece of business - I think I've accidentally, in this....grotesque mockery of life that I've been a part of lately, I think I've accidentally pushed people away from me that I respect. I won't name names, but I will say now, that I hope to set myself right, explore this mythos in the proper way from now on, without comments that envision superheroics and impossible goals. So to those of you, who I have hoped to......garner a sense of approval from, I am deeply sorry.
Last piece of business - Attitudes. I'm unsure about this. I know that we're less afraid of him, at least those that are sort of 'in the circle' as it were. But do not be stupid about it. I think we need to dial back our 'let's kick him in the junk' comments. Enthusiasm is very good, but not to the point of reckless suicide. Most of us are afraid, and it is alright to be afraid. I said this before, but noone seemed to hear me. It's alright to be afraid, it lets you know you're still sane,
As for me, I'm considering leaving this hideout and seeing if my apartment's still there. I need to sort out what's real, and that means shedding some of this paranoia. Watchfulness will remain, however. I'm not going to go out and 'derp derp derp, tall guy watching me, herp derp'. I am going to go home, and find some reality in my life, maybe even watch TV for the first time in a month.
I ask you all to examine your lives, toss aside the delusions you may have, without a word of acknowledgment and continue on your paths.
Thank you for reading
Zero
M, Zeke, and the ones I consider friends whom I have never met. I'm straightening things up today, I hope I can make one of you proud.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
what words
i'm questioning my own sanity tonight
i see all these blog entries, all these comments, and 'truth'
and i wonder what is real anymore.\
\god\\
titles, predictions, binary
we're all so dead, we are, i dcant tell anymore
wanted to write you all a nice story today, about all sorts of things
what the fuck is a title
astral palen
here i am musing in a cellar, alone
i cant trust myself, and redlight points out so much
pulling someone back from despair with kind words,
speaking binary
astral plane
fighting off thirty agents
people that are killers
everything feels so heavy, the air si thick
self delusion, the same damn thing i've complaind about since day one\
but if the monster's real, can't we be real too
are we just making things up
let us lookbak today
M - on the run, gave us rules, madness, symbols, running always
JAF - a dark mind, insanity, murder
zeke - zeke... wanted to fight back, to kill him
a story changes here
jay - analyze hallowed, mad scientist
shaun - almost converted
robert -....analysis, metaphysical
story changes
now
astral energy
psychic powers
lots of death
unrealism
fighting
prophesy
titles
so surreal
are we all crazy
maybe just me
yeah
definitely me
binary gives me a migraine
why would we speak in binary
language of computers not real
how can I read it?
fucking language shifts, hurts my head
redlight didn't even need to say it
its true
i'm insane
don't trust me
never shoudlve
maybe in my dreams
i'll think i was sane
and did something
life's a fraud.
i don't even think theres a monster
just that need to be someone
fucking titles
conduits
guns
this shit cant be real
energy, luck
got to bring myself back
somehow
stop letting these damn delusions kill me
you're kill ing me
every fucking post
every update where you're conquering evil with no fear
who the fuck has no fear against pure evil
you can't be real
i fear him, if he's real
if not
i guess ifear myself
stupid
damn fool
stupid plans, everything stupid
maybe not all
some of it
yeah
tell me you're fucking real, i mean prove it
letting imagination go wild
greenlight, not even there
is this all my fault
my speculations
drove people mad
at least me
yes
it has to be me
oh save us zero sage, you can make shit up better than anyone
dunno what the fuck i've done
i did drink something though
something strange
yeah, i've got a package at home, if its still home
vials were in it
from b
yeah
B
B is real
or just as insane
hope he didn't hurt her
but that was real
and i went to the hospital
maybe it is real
but maybe we need to pull ourselves in
yeah
thats it
it's all real but we have to
be believed
maybe it's all still something, you know?
everyone
don't admit your mistakes, its fine
we just have to be real now
reign ourselves in,
it's really alright, i know why
it makes sense
Yeah...it does, I think I get it now. Our imaginations run wild, we want to express how we're going to stop him, to defy...
that really does damage him, even if it's not true. but we have got to show our fear. i'm alone here, the weight of shadows down upon me, and i am afraid. it's fine
we have to be real, otherwise the story won't stick, you see?
Fuck it, I'm keeping my title, I earned it
keep yours, just keep it real
we're a belief guys, we're still strong
and i'll still fight on the solstice, even if its not all real
course then i'll check into the nut house if its not, but whatever
Right now, we're all real
Yeah, it's hard sometimes to admit the truth, you don't need to. I will though
I think I hurt someone the other day, I don't know who. I think that was blood on my blade. No cops, so I don't know. Just guessing.
I'll be fine, you will be too.
Still ashamed that Nessa fell back, but maybe she never really came out. But she proved it can be overcome, I think.
Chin up, keep yourselves real.
Still got a battle to fight.
I think.
So damn confused
i see all these blog entries, all these comments, and 'truth'
and i wonder what is real anymore.\
\god\\
titles, predictions, binary
we're all so dead, we are, i dcant tell anymore
wanted to write you all a nice story today, about all sorts of things
what the fuck is a title
astral palen
here i am musing in a cellar, alone
i cant trust myself, and redlight points out so much
pulling someone back from despair with kind words,
speaking binary
astral plane
fighting off thirty agents
people that are killers
everything feels so heavy, the air si thick
self delusion, the same damn thing i've complaind about since day one\
but if the monster's real, can't we be real too
are we just making things up
let us lookbak today
M - on the run, gave us rules, madness, symbols, running always
JAF - a dark mind, insanity, murder
zeke - zeke... wanted to fight back, to kill him
a story changes here
jay - analyze hallowed, mad scientist
shaun - almost converted
robert -....analysis, metaphysical
story changes
now
astral energy
psychic powers
lots of death
unrealism
fighting
prophesy
titles
so surreal
are we all crazy
maybe just me
yeah
definitely me
binary gives me a migraine
why would we speak in binary
language of computers not real
how can I read it?
fucking language shifts, hurts my head
redlight didn't even need to say it
its true
i'm insane
don't trust me
never shoudlve
maybe in my dreams
i'll think i was sane
and did something
life's a fraud.
i don't even think theres a monster
just that need to be someone
fucking titles
conduits
guns
this shit cant be real
energy, luck
got to bring myself back
somehow
stop letting these damn delusions kill me
you're kill ing me
every fucking post
every update where you're conquering evil with no fear
who the fuck has no fear against pure evil
you can't be real
i fear him, if he's real
if not
i guess ifear myself
stupid
damn fool
stupid plans, everything stupid
maybe not all
some of it
yeah
tell me you're fucking real, i mean prove it
letting imagination go wild
greenlight, not even there
is this all my fault
my speculations
drove people mad
at least me
yes
it has to be me
oh save us zero sage, you can make shit up better than anyone
dunno what the fuck i've done
i did drink something though
something strange
yeah, i've got a package at home, if its still home
vials were in it
from b
yeah
B
B is real
or just as insane
hope he didn't hurt her
but that was real
and i went to the hospital
maybe it is real
but maybe we need to pull ourselves in
yeah
thats it
it's all real but we have to
be believed
maybe it's all still something, you know?
everyone
don't admit your mistakes, its fine
we just have to be real now
reign ourselves in,
it's really alright, i know why
it makes sense
Yeah...it does, I think I get it now. Our imaginations run wild, we want to express how we're going to stop him, to defy...
that really does damage him, even if it's not true. but we have got to show our fear. i'm alone here, the weight of shadows down upon me, and i am afraid. it's fine
we have to be real, otherwise the story won't stick, you see?
Fuck it, I'm keeping my title, I earned it
keep yours, just keep it real
we're a belief guys, we're still strong
and i'll still fight on the solstice, even if its not all real
course then i'll check into the nut house if its not, but whatever
Right now, we're all real
Yeah, it's hard sometimes to admit the truth, you don't need to. I will though
I think I hurt someone the other day, I don't know who. I think that was blood on my blade. No cops, so I don't know. Just guessing.
I'll be fine, you will be too.
Still ashamed that Nessa fell back, but maybe she never really came out. But she proved it can be overcome, I think.
Chin up, keep yourselves real.
Still got a battle to fight.
I think.
So damn confused
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Defcon 3
All bloggers/Runners are advised to seek shelter immediately, and have emergency gear readied, Shit's going down again. Recommend that all Runners find good weapons, and a safe place, with net/phone access. Have emergency info standing by. I'm set to weather this storm.
Do not answer doors, unless you're absolutely SURE who it is, and they're not Hallowed. Even so, keep your weapons handy.
Gather extra batteries for flashlights.
Good luck, all.
edit: Things have died down here, anyone else starting to get clear?
good work so far, maybe this Defcon thing is a good idea.
update:Made it to Thanksgiving, blacked out more than I'd like. Nothing else to report. May be quiet for a day or two.
Do not answer doors, unless you're absolutely SURE who it is, and they're not Hallowed. Even so, keep your weapons handy.
Gather extra batteries for flashlights.
Good luck, all.
edit: Things have died down here, anyone else starting to get clear?
good work so far, maybe this Defcon thing is a good idea.
update:Made it to Thanksgiving, blacked out more than I'd like. Nothing else to report. May be quiet for a day or two.
She lives
edit: more useless banter, Nessa never came back really, she was allowed to pretend as such to taunt us. The power of fucking dreams is a joke, greenlight was insane, But the song is good at least, so this post isn't a total waste.
She lives...Nessa...somehow she fought it off, for now at least...I cannot imagine the strength of will she must have summoned. Thank you Greenlight, and all you others who have helped pull her from the brink
One thing's for sure, Skinny's going to be LIVID. Everyone get your total guard up, to avoid any repeats of yesterday.
You all need to hear this, by our Minstrel.
Resolve
more: later
She lives...Nessa...somehow she fought it off, for now at least...I cannot imagine the strength of will she must have summoned. Thank you Greenlight, and all you others who have helped pull her from the brink
One thing's for sure, Skinny's going to be LIVID. Everyone get your total guard up, to avoid any repeats of yesterday.
You all need to hear this, by our Minstrel.
Resolve
more: later
Dilemma of a Damned
edit: Behold the climax of arrogance, self delusion, and obsession. It's a bit before this that I decide I can try to fucking...feh, I can't even say it, it's ash in my mouth. I decide spontaneously, that I can do *something* for a person potentially thousand of miles away. Oh how important I thought I was.
The Sage of Nothing has a dilemma... to try to find Nessa in person, and rescue her, face the monster, and his growing army...or to put her aside for the greater good.
greater good...feh
all good is great
I hear you screaming, save her, my heart screams it as well. how can I not? I have to save her, but I don't know the way. I don't even know where she is.
Greenlight's hurt bad...I have a serious question for him. And until I get that answer, I don't know what my purpose is now.
he says
Rescue Possible
Will Help
Can Restore
If Found.
does it mean him, or Nessa? Does it matter? Well, yes, just a little,
I
she just said 'stay away, please...' she's still 'there' but corrupted.
of all the soul wrenching things. he baits me, he lets her live, and taunts me, he wants me to show up, so he can kill me...or maybe all of us. anyone, just to drive the point home
so
I said my goodbyes to Nessa, for the day, but not forever.
and I have never felt like such scum before.
pale despair before me
The Sage of Nothing has a dilemma... to try to find Nessa in person, and rescue her, face the monster, and his growing army...or to put her aside for the greater good.
greater good...feh
all good is great
I hear you screaming, save her, my heart screams it as well. how can I not? I have to save her, but I don't know the way. I don't even know where she is.
Greenlight's hurt bad...I have a serious question for him. And until I get that answer, I don't know what my purpose is now.
he says
Rescue Possible
Will Help
Can Restore
If Found.
does it mean him, or Nessa? Does it matter? Well, yes, just a little,
I
she just said 'stay away, please...' she's still 'there' but corrupted.
of all the soul wrenching things. he baits me, he lets her live, and taunts me, he wants me to show up, so he can kill me...or maybe all of us. anyone, just to drive the point home
so
I said my goodbyes to Nessa, for the day, but not forever.
and I have never felt like such scum before.
pale despair before me
Delusions and Humility
Set a god damn trap for me.
sent rika with a pipe because he just wanted to show i was vulnerable, she could've stabbed me, but no, he wanted me alive a bit longer, to show me my failure
Sat there and taunted me silently as I saw my friends pulled away
nessa
god nessa, i'm so sorry
glad to see you others are alright
I was cocky, I got to think that there was no way the plan can fail, and then he comes and reminds me what he can do when he wants to.
i love my family, but he knew to strike here, against you, to shatter me.
yeah it worked, but i still function
haven't seen him today yet, i'm moving, i know a good location, can't give details
should've done this days ago.
nessa
damn
i must be delusional, really. in the midst of despair, i decided that i could save someone miles away. i don't even know where she lives let alone how to get there. so i think, alright theres only one form of transit that can get to her, maybe if i can project, i can zip over there, see her and try to free her
stupid idea, 'oh i'm a sage, i can learn to do anything in a fucking week because i'm special'
yeah
fuck that, never had any luck, just fiddling while rome burns, and watch all my work, all my friends collapse
but what can i do from here? how can I help anyone? so i give it a shot again
so i sit down, try to relax, and it takes a moment, my heart keeps racing, and every sound i hear could be him walking in my house. i manage to clear myself
i blacked out
i don't know what happened, maybe it worked....yeah right. but i woke up, my sword still in my lap, my legs crossed, with my back to my door
and my doorknob was turning back and forth, i got a good lock on my bedroom door, thank the complex
it rattled and jostled as I got sword in hand, and just waited for them to crash through my window
and make a last stand
wasn't afraid
full of rage, for nessa, for everyone
it never happened.
after the sounds died down, i investigated my home
mostly alright, some stuff knocked over, and i caught an odd glint of color on my sword, when it hits the light
something's on my blade
i don't know what
where did it come from?
sent rika with a pipe because he just wanted to show i was vulnerable, she could've stabbed me, but no, he wanted me alive a bit longer, to show me my failure
Sat there and taunted me silently as I saw my friends pulled away
nessa
god nessa, i'm so sorry
glad to see you others are alright
I was cocky, I got to think that there was no way the plan can fail, and then he comes and reminds me what he can do when he wants to.
i love my family, but he knew to strike here, against you, to shatter me.
yeah it worked, but i still function
haven't seen him today yet, i'm moving, i know a good location, can't give details
should've done this days ago.
nessa
damn
i must be delusional, really. in the midst of despair, i decided that i could save someone miles away. i don't even know where she lives let alone how to get there. so i think, alright theres only one form of transit that can get to her, maybe if i can project, i can zip over there, see her and try to free her
stupid idea, 'oh i'm a sage, i can learn to do anything in a fucking week because i'm special'
yeah
fuck that, never had any luck, just fiddling while rome burns, and watch all my work, all my friends collapse
but what can i do from here? how can I help anyone? so i give it a shot again
so i sit down, try to relax, and it takes a moment, my heart keeps racing, and every sound i hear could be him walking in my house. i manage to clear myself
i blacked out
i don't know what happened, maybe it worked....yeah right. but i woke up, my sword still in my lap, my legs crossed, with my back to my door
and my doorknob was turning back and forth, i got a good lock on my bedroom door, thank the complex
it rattled and jostled as I got sword in hand, and just waited for them to crash through my window
and make a last stand
wasn't afraid
full of rage, for nessa, for everyone
it never happened.
after the sounds died down, i investigated my home
mostly alright, some stuff knocked over, and i caught an odd glint of color on my sword, when it hits the light
something's on my blade
i don't know what
where did it come from?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
all alone
i'm all alone now
they're.
they're gone, aren't they?
i'm trembling, my heart races...i
i lost
theyre dead
all of them
amelia
so sorry
nessa
taken
will
barely got to know you
anyone
are you there
cold
tired
frustrated
angry
pissed
rage
alone
always
fucking
alone
always havebeen
i
i can;t
be alone
rage
tears
they're.
they're gone, aren't they?
i'm trembling, my heart races...i
i lost
theyre dead
all of them
amelia
so sorry
nessa
taken
will
barely got to know you
anyone
are you there
cold
tired
frustrated
angry
pissed
rage
alone
always
fucking
alone
always havebeen
i
i can;t
be alone
rage
tears
Conversations with ole Blankity-Blank
edit: Another prime example of arrogance, look how my guard is down all throughout this blog, The fucking monster is outside as I type, and I'm talking about an asian girl's ass. However, in my defense, it WAS a nice ass. I can say that now because there's no monsters at my window. This is the key point where shit goes sour. If this was a rollercoaster, this is the point where the coaster goes off the fucking track, and takes a god damn nose dive into the cotton candy booth, and someone pops their head up with a beard and wig made of pink cotton. Except with insanity.
I took some time first to calm down before posting. Even perused the blog comments, reading new material, new problems, it helped me keep focused a bit, as opposed to oh....screaming at the computer, typing venomous F-Bomb laden language as I frothed at the mouth in fury.
So firstly, if this cuts off early, it's because Fatboy Slim is doing his best impression of a reprobate outside. Of course I can't figure out why he ends up clicking 'Publish Post', but that's his deal,. not mine.
I've been taking catnaps lately, trying to keep from being vulnerable for too long, as well as do a bit of cardio. I've never been overly athletic....except with the ladies
>:)
> :)
>:)
okay that was cheesy as hell, but it's a cheap laugh right?
Slendy thinks it's funny, I can see him laughing.
Wait, no, It's more of unbridled hatred. Ehh close enough.
So anyway I woke up from my afternoon nap staring at an all too familiar hideousness before me.
My own face.
I was staring into the bathroom mirror, with a steak knife in my hand, and a cut on my wrist.
Son of a bitch tried to off me in my sleep? Can he do that? Fucking cheap shot, Jace No-Face.
I forgot to tie that rope around my foot, to aid against sleepwalking, and look where it got me. So all sharp knives have been pitched. It was an eclectic group, and I mourn for the steaks I shall have to pass by without them, but better them than me.
The cut's not bad really, it's off to the inside, too far to hit a vein, doesn't really impede my typing either, so it's a lucky break. I used some super glue and wrapped a makeshift bandage around it, after disinfectant, which hurt worse than the cut, I swear. What the hell is in that stuff, the tears of a thousand damned?
Right, less Dennis Miller ranting, more daily horror.
Knock on the door about an hour ago. I check the peephole. Noone I know, but is cute, so I guardedly open the door, the chain still on.
Me>>>May I help you?
Cutie>>>My car battery is dead, my neighbor said you had some jumper cables?
She sort of swayed in the spot...cute, as I said before.
Me>>> Oh sure! I can help with that.
I've had several issues with dead batteries in my older car, I've had to have several neighbors help me out, so good karma for being able to assist.
I got my jacket on and went outside.
Yeah, distracted, I know, I know, but cute girl.
Let me describe her a bit.
Firstly, she was sort of exotic looking, like maybe part Asian, part Spanish, big bright brown eyes, high cheekbones, a bit short. She wore a jean jacket with a backpack, and a matching hat that had some little buttons on it. Some bright green shirt with something on it, I couldn't tell, and I certainly wasn't going to stare at her chest. (In retrospect, probably should've)
Okay, focus Zero.
So, I get outside, and I leave my implements of improvised destruction behind. I decide it's better to not threaten the girl with a cudgel or fire extinguisher until I know her better. Besides, already had a neighbor see me half nekkid in the cold shouting into the night sky. No need for the police again.
I tell her that the cables are in my car, take three steps and WHACK.
Fuck you, B. You didn't tell me Rika was cute. That's important info dude. Maybe you only saw the psycho hose beast side.
I'm reeling against the staircase to the second floor, and spin around, and there's a pipe in her hands, she says something, and I scramble away, to shake the cobwebs out.
Me>> What the hell?
Her>> I'm not letting you walk away...
Me>> Aww fuck.
Me>> Rika?
She takes a swing at me, I dart back against the wall, she hits the staircase, bong! It rattles her hands, I grab at the pipe and hold on.
Rika>> No solstice for you, you stupid little
Me>> I'm anything but little, girly.
I know, right? I fucking said that, a come-on, in the middle of a fight. But I really meant that I was taller than her, and I'm not a small guy in stature. I'm not even going 'there', too many damn slash fics as it is.
I use my strength to my advantage, and wrestle it away from her.
Me>> Okay, so now what? Huh? You going to scamper away or go for round two.
Rika>> You're dead.
Me>> Eventually, we all are.
Rika>> I'll drag you before him, and you'll wish you were dead.
Me>> ...
I take a moment to try to be witty
Me>> Air and opportunity, baby.
She lunges, I defend. She falls over, tripping on my foot, and face down.
I swing with the pipe...
and freeze.
no slendy magic
I just can't...
I can't hit her
Motherfucking Chivalry
I was raised that any man that hurts any woman is scum, and I couldn't do it.
She sees me, pauses, then runs off.
I'd be lying if I didn't look at her rump. Purely for scientific purposes, I assure you.
ahem
Dat Ass
So, a bit later, I see Jack Skellington outside, grooving to the sound of traffic not fifteen feet away.
My second real encounter with him.
I regard him from inside the apartment, all doors nice and locked, all windows and such barricaded. I look back
I hear him
Noodle-Kaboodle>> Come outside
Okay...I think, Do I want to go Zeke with the response and just say 'Fuck You'? Eventually I decide on a Rick O'Connell
I grasp my sword, unsheath it and gaze back
Me>> I'll be seeing you again....
I took some time first to calm down before posting. Even perused the blog comments, reading new material, new problems, it helped me keep focused a bit, as opposed to oh....screaming at the computer, typing venomous F-Bomb laden language as I frothed at the mouth in fury.
So firstly, if this cuts off early, it's because Fatboy Slim is doing his best impression of a reprobate outside. Of course I can't figure out why he ends up clicking 'Publish Post', but that's his deal,. not mine.
I've been taking catnaps lately, trying to keep from being vulnerable for too long, as well as do a bit of cardio. I've never been overly athletic....except with the ladies
>:)
> :)
>:)
okay that was cheesy as hell, but it's a cheap laugh right?
Slendy thinks it's funny, I can see him laughing.
Wait, no, It's more of unbridled hatred. Ehh close enough.
So anyway I woke up from my afternoon nap staring at an all too familiar hideousness before me.
My own face.
I was staring into the bathroom mirror, with a steak knife in my hand, and a cut on my wrist.
Son of a bitch tried to off me in my sleep? Can he do that? Fucking cheap shot, Jace No-Face.
I forgot to tie that rope around my foot, to aid against sleepwalking, and look where it got me. So all sharp knives have been pitched. It was an eclectic group, and I mourn for the steaks I shall have to pass by without them, but better them than me.
The cut's not bad really, it's off to the inside, too far to hit a vein, doesn't really impede my typing either, so it's a lucky break. I used some super glue and wrapped a makeshift bandage around it, after disinfectant, which hurt worse than the cut, I swear. What the hell is in that stuff, the tears of a thousand damned?
Right, less Dennis Miller ranting, more daily horror.
Knock on the door about an hour ago. I check the peephole. Noone I know, but is cute, so I guardedly open the door, the chain still on.
Me>>>May I help you?
Cutie>>>My car battery is dead, my neighbor said you had some jumper cables?
She sort of swayed in the spot...cute, as I said before.
Me>>> Oh sure! I can help with that.
I've had several issues with dead batteries in my older car, I've had to have several neighbors help me out, so good karma for being able to assist.
I got my jacket on and went outside.
Yeah, distracted, I know, I know, but cute girl.
Let me describe her a bit.
Firstly, she was sort of exotic looking, like maybe part Asian, part Spanish, big bright brown eyes, high cheekbones, a bit short. She wore a jean jacket with a backpack, and a matching hat that had some little buttons on it. Some bright green shirt with something on it, I couldn't tell, and I certainly wasn't going to stare at her chest. (In retrospect, probably should've)
Okay, focus Zero.
So, I get outside, and I leave my implements of improvised destruction behind. I decide it's better to not threaten the girl with a cudgel or fire extinguisher until I know her better. Besides, already had a neighbor see me half nekkid in the cold shouting into the night sky. No need for the police again.
I tell her that the cables are in my car, take three steps and WHACK.
Fuck you, B. You didn't tell me Rika was cute. That's important info dude. Maybe you only saw the psycho hose beast side.
I'm reeling against the staircase to the second floor, and spin around, and there's a pipe in her hands, she says something, and I scramble away, to shake the cobwebs out.
Me>> What the hell?
Her>> I'm not letting you walk away...
Me>> Aww fuck.
Me>> Rika?
She takes a swing at me, I dart back against the wall, she hits the staircase, bong! It rattles her hands, I grab at the pipe and hold on.
Rika>> No solstice for you, you stupid little
Me>> I'm anything but little, girly.
I know, right? I fucking said that, a come-on, in the middle of a fight. But I really meant that I was taller than her, and I'm not a small guy in stature. I'm not even going 'there', too many damn slash fics as it is.
I use my strength to my advantage, and wrestle it away from her.
Me>> Okay, so now what? Huh? You going to scamper away or go for round two.
Rika>> You're dead.
Me>> Eventually, we all are.
Rika>> I'll drag you before him, and you'll wish you were dead.
Me>> ...
I take a moment to try to be witty
Me>> Air and opportunity, baby.
She lunges, I defend. She falls over, tripping on my foot, and face down.
I swing with the pipe...
and freeze.
no slendy magic
I just can't...
I can't hit her
Motherfucking Chivalry
I was raised that any man that hurts any woman is scum, and I couldn't do it.
She sees me, pauses, then runs off.
I'd be lying if I didn't look at her rump. Purely for scientific purposes, I assure you.
ahem
Dat Ass
So, a bit later, I see Jack Skellington outside, grooving to the sound of traffic not fifteen feet away.
My second real encounter with him.
I regard him from inside the apartment, all doors nice and locked, all windows and such barricaded. I look back
I hear him
Noodle-Kaboodle>> Come outside
Okay...I think, Do I want to go Zeke with the response and just say 'Fuck You'? Eventually I decide on a Rick O'Connell
I grasp my sword, unsheath it and gaze back
Me>> I'll be seeing you again....
Monday, November 22, 2010
Ask Zero(Sage)
In the interest of moving things along, I've decided to have a Q&A thread set up. In case any of you have any questions for me, I'll update the page as the comments roll in.
If you have basic questions about Running, however, i direct you back to The Tutorial.
Fire away.
I can't fully explain this for one sole reason, that being that there are still Agents reading the blog, needless to say I realistically do not intend to beat him. I've been talking with Amelia(Sage) though, and we think we can free some Hallowed under his control.
I want to survive it all, certainly, but really, one or two lives for potentially 10-30? It's worth a risk.
If we fall, well you still have Maduin(SJS) and Shaun(Guide) to work with, so you won't be without help.
I do, a small one. I'm the younger of two. My brother lives in Michigan doing humanitarian research. My father is retired after leaving on bad terms with the state, that I don't need to go into. My mother works at a hardware chain as a manager.
All in all, I've been extremely fortunate to have had their love and support. And while I haven't seen eye to eye with my brother for years, we've reconciled since.
Hey zero, I don't get people like Reach. Why would anyone side with gaunt?
Well, that's a hard question to answer. I don't really know it either, but his powers of persuasion are very intense, in essence he can force you to feel a certain amount of empathy to him. Remember the classic line
"We didn't want to go, we didn't want to kill them, but its persistent silence and outstretched arms horrified and comforted us at the same time..."
Hey zero, I don't get people like Reach. Why would anyone side with gaunt?
Well, that's a hard question to answer. I don't really know it either, but his powers of persuasion are very intense, in essence he can force you to feel a certain amount of empathy to him. Remember the classic line
"We didn't want to go, we didn't want to kill them, but its persistent silence and outstretched arms horrified and comforted us at the same time..."
Then there's all the sick freaks like Conaghan who want to see the world burn.
.
Do think the other one will also make an appearance during the solstice? If it does what effect do you think it would have on the outcome of the aftermath?
Depends on if you mean the myserious //it//, the Rake or Greenlight Ideally, it'd be an evil fights evil sort of thing, but if they're in concert, well....when you expect death from a fool's errand, it can hardly get worse if there are two of them, eh?
What can you do to keep TDF out of your house? Do you think stuff like protective symbols work?
Personally, I believe all the symbols are simply personal focus tools to reinforce your will against his. We know he can get in your house if he really wants to, even with the symbols up. What I really think the symbols do for us is it lets us tap into that sense of protection we need to actually keep him at bay, just tapping into that psychic part of our minds. Most likely, it works because we think it works, however it's not fully capable, because others think it calls him, so it's considered shaky but worthwhile in the long run.
*note* I can't figure out why the format keeps shifting or why it's bold...
Must be the Full Moon
What the hell is wrong with everyone?
Flame wars:The World Burns is being featured on my blog, and over at Scared/H(a)unted.
if this is some publicity stunt to advertise a story, I'll be pissed
seriously
i'm about to shut this damn page down for good. This is SUPPOSED TO FUCKING BRING US TOGETHER GOD DAMMIT. WE'RE FIGHTING SUPERNATURAL EVIL, AND WE'RE ALL FUCKING BITCHING AT EACH OTHER LIKE WE'RE IN GOD DAMN HIGH SCHOOL.
Calm it down, or take it outside.
THE END.
Flame wars:The World Burns is being featured on my blog, and over at Scared/H(a)unted.
if this is some publicity stunt to advertise a story, I'll be pissed
seriously
i'm about to shut this damn page down for good. This is SUPPOSED TO FUCKING BRING US TOGETHER GOD DAMMIT. WE'RE FIGHTING SUPERNATURAL EVIL, AND WE'RE ALL FUCKING BITCHING AT EACH OTHER LIKE WE'RE IN GOD DAMN HIGH SCHOOL.
Calm it down, or take it outside.
THE END.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Solstice Looms/Clarion Call
edit: Whole theory is corrupted, still planning on attempting the Solstice event on the grounds of that my life is a fucking joke, and I'd rather die testing him for vulnerabilities on lunar events than to live another month, wallowing in my own despair.
The Solstice comes soon, it will be a powerful night. Who will stand with me and fight the Slender Man on that night? I won't wait for him any longer.
It's been said before
Omega inspired me to announce my plan, seeing his picture of an epic confrontation. Us, as many of us who blog, to band together, and rise as one, slay the monster.
Marble Hornets hasn't responded to my thoughts. Why should they? I'm noone to them. It's alright, I'll fight him alone if I must, but I won't stand down against him, won't stand on the sidelines.
If you really...really...are willing to fight. Maybe we can do some damage.
I'm real tired, just dreaming of a future where we can end our tale happily.
I mean, what will we accomplish at best? Can we kill him? Others will still tell his tale, either in jest or sincerity. Youtube documentation won't cease because I tell you I put a sword into him. You wouldn't believe me, would you? I wouldn't believe it either I think. We see him as invincible.
but we can lessen him. maybe we'll never kill him per se. but maybe we can reduce him to a shadow of himself, less powerful, less scary.
Zeke started it
Robert showed us
edit: Robert's a fucking joke, twice as insane as I could ever be. I wish him well in his new life, may he live a life happy and full of personal joy. fucking crying again.
we're taking him down pegs at a time. and we have another chance coming up
guardians, sages, heroes, warriors. titles have strength, but must we fail without a hero?
Cannot a sage or a guardian do some damage alone?
duel the monster with a katana, iaijutsu style. oh if I had the skill.
really tired tonight, it's not me going crazy, don't worry my friends.
but I did decide, yeah...i'm going to do some work soon, be prepared, okay?
I I think he'll be vulnerable that night for a reason. Greenlight mentioned it, halloween and the Solstice
he'll be vulnerable because he'll be *here*
you know, more physically here than ever before. That means two things guys.
First, he won't need to break us down mentally to attack us, to kill us. He's like Freddy you see. Has to work us down for the most part. Granted this is not always the case, but it's really hard to know his target's sanity beforehand.
Secondly, this means he'll be vulnerable to us. Maybe he'll still shrug off bullets, or my sword, but he'll be able to suffer this damage a lot more than ever before, without having to have ectoplasm to fight him back.
it is an opportunity that's rare to get.
who wants to kill a slender man? Tickets going on sale.
don't say you will do this, if you don't mean it.
good night all, just barking in the dark again. Nothing bad.
you're my heroes, you know.
probably telling you things that we don't need to discuss, but
total disclosure, my first of two promises
never give in, never get taken, my second promise
tomorrow starts a new quest, and maybe a stun gun too...electricity.
ectoplasm conducts it
it'll help zap agents too, less lethal, better in general. maybe we'll save some of them
somehow
goodnight all. sweet dreams
i'll think of you, you don't need to think of me though, less you think of me and him, the better you are
never bow, never break, never give, always take,
you monster, you tool, i'm your sage, you're my fool
you spread your lies, spread your madness, clean your mess, rid your sadness
i'll not bow to you
you're just another fake
death comes, so true
never another soul to take
I can't let you win, you won't let me be
sages and monsters, finally my destiny, clear, before me
but where will we go next
who rises to be our knight
don't you all see
the hero is right
before you
it is
you
it's always been you
every last one of you
we are our own heroes, guys
face that fact
we always have had the power to fight for ourselves, haven't we?
its funny to think of it like that
we sort of kill ourselves a little if we kill him, he's us you know, our worst side.
can you kill your hate, certainly cant love it
1 am, 36 hours without sleep, so tired now, i'll see you all later
good night, take care my family. i'll keep you safe, I promise
forever, i promise, i'm always here, even when you don't see me
my third promise now.
i'll fight him for you, may not win, but i won't let him get to you anymore
well, as many as i can save. maybe everyone someday
so grand to consider
good night
The Solstice comes soon, it will be a powerful night. Who will stand with me and fight the Slender Man on that night? I won't wait for him any longer.
It's been said before
Omega inspired me to announce my plan, seeing his picture of an epic confrontation. Us, as many of us who blog, to band together, and rise as one, slay the monster.
Marble Hornets hasn't responded to my thoughts. Why should they? I'm noone to them. It's alright, I'll fight him alone if I must, but I won't stand down against him, won't stand on the sidelines.
If you really...really...are willing to fight. Maybe we can do some damage.
I'm real tired, just dreaming of a future where we can end our tale happily.
I mean, what will we accomplish at best? Can we kill him? Others will still tell his tale, either in jest or sincerity. Youtube documentation won't cease because I tell you I put a sword into him. You wouldn't believe me, would you? I wouldn't believe it either I think. We see him as invincible.
but we can lessen him. maybe we'll never kill him per se. but maybe we can reduce him to a shadow of himself, less powerful, less scary.
Zeke started it
Robert showed us
edit: Robert's a fucking joke, twice as insane as I could ever be. I wish him well in his new life, may he live a life happy and full of personal joy. fucking crying again.
we're taking him down pegs at a time. and we have another chance coming up
guardians, sages, heroes, warriors. titles have strength, but must we fail without a hero?
Cannot a sage or a guardian do some damage alone?
duel the monster with a katana, iaijutsu style. oh if I had the skill.
really tired tonight, it's not me going crazy, don't worry my friends.
but I did decide, yeah...i'm going to do some work soon, be prepared, okay?
I I think he'll be vulnerable that night for a reason. Greenlight mentioned it, halloween and the Solstice
he'll be vulnerable because he'll be *here*
you know, more physically here than ever before. That means two things guys.
First, he won't need to break us down mentally to attack us, to kill us. He's like Freddy you see. Has to work us down for the most part. Granted this is not always the case, but it's really hard to know his target's sanity beforehand.
Secondly, this means he'll be vulnerable to us. Maybe he'll still shrug off bullets, or my sword, but he'll be able to suffer this damage a lot more than ever before, without having to have ectoplasm to fight him back.
it is an opportunity that's rare to get.
who wants to kill a slender man? Tickets going on sale.
don't say you will do this, if you don't mean it.
good night all, just barking in the dark again. Nothing bad.
you're my heroes, you know.
probably telling you things that we don't need to discuss, but
total disclosure, my first of two promises
never give in, never get taken, my second promise
tomorrow starts a new quest, and maybe a stun gun too...electricity.
ectoplasm conducts it
it'll help zap agents too, less lethal, better in general. maybe we'll save some of them
somehow
goodnight all. sweet dreams
i'll think of you, you don't need to think of me though, less you think of me and him, the better you are
never bow, never break, never give, always take,
you monster, you tool, i'm your sage, you're my fool
you spread your lies, spread your madness, clean your mess, rid your sadness
i'll not bow to you
you're just another fake
death comes, so true
never another soul to take
I can't let you win, you won't let me be
sages and monsters, finally my destiny, clear, before me
but where will we go next
who rises to be our knight
don't you all see
the hero is right
before you
it is
you
it's always been you
every last one of you
we are our own heroes, guys
face that fact
we always have had the power to fight for ourselves, haven't we?
its funny to think of it like that
we sort of kill ourselves a little if we kill him, he's us you know, our worst side.
can you kill your hate, certainly cant love it
1 am, 36 hours without sleep, so tired now, i'll see you all later
good night, take care my family. i'll keep you safe, I promise
forever, i promise, i'm always here, even when you don't see me
my third promise now.
i'll fight him for you, may not win, but i won't let him get to you anymore
well, as many as i can save. maybe everyone someday
so grand to consider
good night
Friday, November 19, 2010
POKING THE BEAR
edit: Warning, Cluster F Bombs ahoy
2nd edit: Pretty sure this happened. I know I got my ass beat, and there are marks on the door, I don't think I did those.
WHO'S TONY ROMO NOW MUTHERFUCKERS? DON'T RUN AWAY BITCHES, WE'RE JUST GETTIN STARTED, YOU STIRRED UP THE SHIT, NOW IT'S TIME TO PAY THE FUCKING PIPER.
FUCKING AGENTS, I'M GOING TO BE ON YOUR ASSES, THAT'S RIGHT, THAT FUCKING MASK YOU SEE BEHIND YOU, THAT'S ME. FREIGHT TRAIN WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER, AND A BLADE. CHOO CHOO MUTHERFUCKERS. I'M DEVOTED NOW BITCHES, I'LL NEVER GIVE YOU UP, NEVER LET YOU DOWN, THAT'S RIGHT I WILL FUCKING RICK-ROLL YOU SUNSABITCHES INTO THE GRAVE.
FUCK YOU AGENT ASSHOLES AND YOUR PUMPKIN KING WANNABEE BOSSMAN.
edit: Okay I'm calming down. Sunuvabitch, shit just happened, I'll update right now so you know I'm mostly okay.
2nd edit: Alright that's done.
shit man....i just had my ass beat, i'm sitting here, catching up on comments, just commented bout Nessa and suddenly, i'm at my front door, with it open, and two masked assholes drag me out of my home onto the sidewalk. i fight them, i mean they're agents not robbers, so go to kill right.
shivering damnit
so i kick at one of em, knock him down, the other grabs my arms pushes me down, got kicked in the ribs and they tried to put some cord around my hands, all restrained face down on the ground. i curse and kick and struggle, they both hold me down, one of em hits me in the head with something. they hold me down,a nd fuckin gaunt is in front of me. i mean right there\
surreal shit, i'm in my damn boxers its 20 degrees out being put fuckin prostrate before a damn abomination. i scream, i get hit, gaunt looks at me. i say some stupid shit to him. he tilts his head and out come the fuckin tentacles and i go oh shit this is it, fuckin dead well choke on me you rat bastard.
fucking neighbor dog runs up the sidewalk starts barking at him. fuckin poodle dog man
slendy freaks
he vanishes, agents surprised, i slip out of cord and turn the damn place into the 2006 royal rumble. shove first into siding, other hits me from behind, i scramble into house, they tackle me, i kick em off, grab my knife, try to stab, miss twice, dogpiled, beaten, shoved em off, kicked one in head, other scrambles away.
i grab the one left, grab the mask, go fuckin scooby doo, pull the damn thing off
fucking runner i talked too last week, fucking hallowed ...
i
i knew this guy kinda, was wantin to help him
hallowed
trying to kill me or somethin
whyd i open that door
compulsion
damm its...god...i'm okay,really, but what the hell, did i black out
cant stop shivering
fucking neighbor comes over to get the dog, i'm on the sidewalk with a knife and a bottle in my boxers, no fuckin agent to be seen.
prolly getting cops called on me as we speak.
bad fucking night guys
i cant be hallowed damn it, sage fucking zero, recognize, too strong for this shit
had my glass of table salt and blue food dye, feeling better.
never again, NEVER FUCKING AGAIN ASSHOLES, WON'T BE YOUR FUCKING PUPPET. STARTING A NEW PROGRAM TODAY, CALLED 'KICK SOME SHITBAG ASS' STARRING ME, YOUR MOM AND ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.
son of a bitch
i'm sorry guys, i'm letting you down, i don't mean to
fuckers stepped on my hand
i gotta run soon, gotta get my shit and go. tonight IF i fucking sleep, tying a cord around my foot and about my bed, good for sleepwalkers, it'll do.
fucking crying
2nd edit: Pretty sure this happened. I know I got my ass beat, and there are marks on the door, I don't think I did those.
WHO'S TONY ROMO NOW MUTHERFUCKERS? DON'T RUN AWAY BITCHES, WE'RE JUST GETTIN STARTED, YOU STIRRED UP THE SHIT, NOW IT'S TIME TO PAY THE FUCKING PIPER.
FUCKING AGENTS, I'M GOING TO BE ON YOUR ASSES, THAT'S RIGHT, THAT FUCKING MASK YOU SEE BEHIND YOU, THAT'S ME. FREIGHT TRAIN WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER, AND A BLADE. CHOO CHOO MUTHERFUCKERS. I'M DEVOTED NOW BITCHES, I'LL NEVER GIVE YOU UP, NEVER LET YOU DOWN, THAT'S RIGHT I WILL FUCKING RICK-ROLL YOU SUNSABITCHES INTO THE GRAVE.
FUCK YOU AGENT ASSHOLES AND YOUR PUMPKIN KING WANNABEE BOSSMAN.
edit: Okay I'm calming down. Sunuvabitch, shit just happened, I'll update right now so you know I'm mostly okay.
2nd edit: Alright that's done.
shit man....i just had my ass beat, i'm sitting here, catching up on comments, just commented bout Nessa and suddenly, i'm at my front door, with it open, and two masked assholes drag me out of my home onto the sidewalk. i fight them, i mean they're agents not robbers, so go to kill right.
shivering damnit
so i kick at one of em, knock him down, the other grabs my arms pushes me down, got kicked in the ribs and they tried to put some cord around my hands, all restrained face down on the ground. i curse and kick and struggle, they both hold me down, one of em hits me in the head with something. they hold me down,a nd fuckin gaunt is in front of me. i mean right there\
surreal shit, i'm in my damn boxers its 20 degrees out being put fuckin prostrate before a damn abomination. i scream, i get hit, gaunt looks at me. i say some stupid shit to him. he tilts his head and out come the fuckin tentacles and i go oh shit this is it, fuckin dead well choke on me you rat bastard.
fucking neighbor dog runs up the sidewalk starts barking at him. fuckin poodle dog man
slendy freaks
he vanishes, agents surprised, i slip out of cord and turn the damn place into the 2006 royal rumble. shove first into siding, other hits me from behind, i scramble into house, they tackle me, i kick em off, grab my knife, try to stab, miss twice, dogpiled, beaten, shoved em off, kicked one in head, other scrambles away.
i grab the one left, grab the mask, go fuckin scooby doo, pull the damn thing off
fucking runner i talked too last week, fucking hallowed ...
i
i knew this guy kinda, was wantin to help him
hallowed
trying to kill me or somethin
whyd i open that door
compulsion
damm its...god...i'm okay,really, but what the hell, did i black out
cant stop shivering
fucking neighbor comes over to get the dog, i'm on the sidewalk with a knife and a bottle in my boxers, no fuckin agent to be seen.
prolly getting cops called on me as we speak.
bad fucking night guys
i cant be hallowed damn it, sage fucking zero, recognize, too strong for this shit
had my glass of table salt and blue food dye, feeling better.
never again, NEVER FUCKING AGAIN ASSHOLES, WON'T BE YOUR FUCKING PUPPET. STARTING A NEW PROGRAM TODAY, CALLED 'KICK SOME SHITBAG ASS' STARRING ME, YOUR MOM AND ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.
son of a bitch
i'm sorry guys, i'm letting you down, i don't mean to
fuckers stepped on my hand
i gotta run soon, gotta get my shit and go. tonight IF i fucking sleep, tying a cord around my foot and about my bed, good for sleepwalkers, it'll do.
fucking crying
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Quick Namechange
never liked being known as Zerombr, so I shortened it. saves me some trouble of telling folks to call me Zero...then again, maybe I should use the title given. What do you think?
Save vs Death
Ok so myself and St. Vee's Hospital both decided we'd like to see other people, so I was released. Good thing too, I can't stand medical work. I was born in a Hospital, and that's been it for my visits, till now at least.
I don't know even where to start with all the thoughts i have today, so just bear with me.
First, I guess I'm thankful for your kind words, and a bit embarassed at them at the same time. Kinda funny though, that half of you thought I was dead, the other half assumed I was Hallowed...yeah
I dunno about that last one.
Anyway to clarify what happened, I indeed took a decision out of B's hands after 'persuading' him to give me the tools needed to perform the move. What I didn't expect was such a foul reaction to it. It sort of felt like...well, like someone ripped a big gash in your soul, and then twisted it. It's something I don't wish upon anyone. Is that...what being Hallowed feels like?
So when I made up my mind, I opened up my blog, and drank the mixture. I figured if it was going to be dangerous, I needed to let you know what was going on. I know I was stupid and damn mysterious with it. I mean the suddenness of it had to be a shock, but I didn't want anyone to persuade me otherwise. So, I took the decision away from you. I'm sorry about that. It's like I lied to you all, but not mentioning it, so in the interest of full disclosure...
I saw him.
Yeah.
Not fun.
Apparently after I dialed 911, and unlocked my front door, I sat down on the floor and passed out. Sometime after the paramedics (bless them all) had me en route, I woke up and started screaming. It was enough that after I had settled down, and became more stable, that I got interrogated by their on staff psychiatrist or whatever. I really didn't pay attention to his job title. So I played evasive and non committal to his questions as best I could, and he knew it. So we wasted some time with questions I didn't want to answer, and him trying to passively glean more from me.
I eventually asked if I could have some net access real fast, which meant I'd have to leave the room, since computers weren't allowed in the ICU. That took some doing, but I sort of leveraged him into it, alluding to the fact I'd probably answer his questions straight up after I got to send out my message.
So that's how I posted the other day. With about 3 minutes of net access.
On my way back to my room, feeling like a ton of crap in a five pound bag, I looked out my window.
Boom.
It was in the parking lot.
I...I'd like to say that I wasn't afraid of him, but the sudden shock of finally seeing the monster caused me to drop onto the bed, dumbfounded. It was more the feel of reality crashing down around me, finally seeing with my own eyes what was responsible for all the horrors we've seen. The worst part is...it felt comforting.
yeah
I shook it off, told the psych major I was tired and spent the night staring out the window
Blood work was done, analysis, all that stuff, in fact I'm scheduled to go back in later for more, but I don't think I'm going to do that, too many questions, and I really don't want to get anyone else involved.
Today I was released, played around in the wheelchair for 30 seconds or so, scanned the parking lot for old enemies, got a ride home from a friend, bought some blue food coloring and table salt, then came on here.
So yeah, big day.
I don't know even where to start with all the thoughts i have today, so just bear with me.
First, I guess I'm thankful for your kind words, and a bit embarassed at them at the same time. Kinda funny though, that half of you thought I was dead, the other half assumed I was Hallowed...yeah
I dunno about that last one.
Anyway to clarify what happened, I indeed took a decision out of B's hands after 'persuading' him to give me the tools needed to perform the move. What I didn't expect was such a foul reaction to it. It sort of felt like...well, like someone ripped a big gash in your soul, and then twisted it. It's something I don't wish upon anyone. Is that...what being Hallowed feels like?
So when I made up my mind, I opened up my blog, and drank the mixture. I figured if it was going to be dangerous, I needed to let you know what was going on. I know I was stupid and damn mysterious with it. I mean the suddenness of it had to be a shock, but I didn't want anyone to persuade me otherwise. So, I took the decision away from you. I'm sorry about that. It's like I lied to you all, but not mentioning it, so in the interest of full disclosure...
I saw him.
Yeah.
Not fun.
Apparently after I dialed 911, and unlocked my front door, I sat down on the floor and passed out. Sometime after the paramedics (bless them all) had me en route, I woke up and started screaming. It was enough that after I had settled down, and became more stable, that I got interrogated by their on staff psychiatrist or whatever. I really didn't pay attention to his job title. So I played evasive and non committal to his questions as best I could, and he knew it. So we wasted some time with questions I didn't want to answer, and him trying to passively glean more from me.
I eventually asked if I could have some net access real fast, which meant I'd have to leave the room, since computers weren't allowed in the ICU. That took some doing, but I sort of leveraged him into it, alluding to the fact I'd probably answer his questions straight up after I got to send out my message.
So that's how I posted the other day. With about 3 minutes of net access.
On my way back to my room, feeling like a ton of crap in a five pound bag, I looked out my window.
Boom.
It was in the parking lot.
I...I'd like to say that I wasn't afraid of him, but the sudden shock of finally seeing the monster caused me to drop onto the bed, dumbfounded. It was more the feel of reality crashing down around me, finally seeing with my own eyes what was responsible for all the horrors we've seen. The worst part is...it felt comforting.
yeah
I shook it off, told the psych major I was tired and spent the night staring out the window
Blood work was done, analysis, all that stuff, in fact I'm scheduled to go back in later for more, but I don't think I'm going to do that, too many questions, and I really don't want to get anyone else involved.
Today I was released, played around in the wheelchair for 30 seconds or so, scanned the parking lot for old enemies, got a ride home from a friend, bought some blue food coloring and table salt, then came on here.
So yeah, big day.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
A Fool's Errand/Tales of Projectile Vomit
I'm an idiot
I've got to be clinicically insane to do what I do, in the mame of morbid curiosity..and a vain attempt to
I'm sick to my stumach and have huge dark spots in my eyes. I can barely see right now, Forgive me typos.
I left work early today waiting for the mail, I had an important delivery. from someoone i dont even lnow for a purpose far too grand. I sat there with a gallon jug, filled with ice, water and some special things.
fefore my reckless ness damned me I decided to tbhink about it a bit more.
i weighed my promise. I promised him id do everything to safe his girl. greenlight gave us the way to do it. him or her, someone had to be marked, someone was damned. I took the thurd option
did my vow to him overwrite my duty as a9Sage) I have a responsibility to people to help
but who had i really helped who was safe
i mahy have provided guidance and theories but who was safe/
if it wasnt for the fact he is in love, maybe i would have declined
but its love dammit, so i trank it.
i've vomitted six times, and cannot hold liquid in me in any form...its anightmare. rest comes to vividdreams laughingdarkness uithink hes fighting me rightnow
calling 911
fightme
jillhim
asshole
I've got to be clinicically insane to do what I do, in the mame of morbid curiosity..and a vain attempt to
I'm sick to my stumach and have huge dark spots in my eyes. I can barely see right now, Forgive me typos.
I left work early today waiting for the mail, I had an important delivery. from someoone i dont even lnow for a purpose far too grand. I sat there with a gallon jug, filled with ice, water and some special things.
fefore my reckless ness damned me I decided to tbhink about it a bit more.
i weighed my promise. I promised him id do everything to safe his girl. greenlight gave us the way to do it. him or her, someone had to be marked, someone was damned. I took the thurd option
did my vow to him overwrite my duty as a9Sage) I have a responsibility to people to help
but who had i really helped who was safe
i mahy have provided guidance and theories but who was safe/
if it wasnt for the fact he is in love, maybe i would have declined
but its love dammit, so i trank it.
i've vomitted six times, and cannot hold liquid in me in any form...its anightmare. rest comes to vividdreams laughingdarkness uithink hes fighting me rightnow
calling 911
fightme
jillhim
asshole
Friday, November 12, 2010
The Gamble/A Big Secret
edit: **Alert, Bullshit Ahead. This shit's all false, corrupted data, and useless speculation, don't bother trying to make sense of it. I leave it here as a reminder of my arrogance, stupidity and downright dementia of a previous time. Take care**
Alright my friends, today's a big day for this blog. I have decided that now's a good time to unveil my belief about ole Gaunt. I've sort of dreaded this day since I put the pieces together because it's a bit exotic in belief. It's been conjectured by smarter people than I that the construct is really put together from our individual concepts of who he should be. This does allow for variances in attitude, abilities and sightings. Sometimes he 'talks', other times he writes, most of the time he doesn't do either, just having Hallowed do his work for him in that regard. If I explain to you my belief, and it doesn't pan out, if it is not believed. I'm not certain...maybe he'll change to represent that, and in a mild rebuke, I'll lose whatever slim credibility I am supposed to have.
So I decided to take the gamble, and do it anyway. 'Go big or go home', as I say when playing cards. First, let me ease you into the concept
His abilities
Teleportation - almost always near instantaneous, to anywhere at any time. This means he has to have access from somewhere else, where time isn't an issue.
Alien Nature - For the most part, we can't fathom his goals or beliefs. He is outside our understanding. This could mean an alien nature, dimensional or planetary.
Malleable Body - Tentacles, multiple arms, inhuman features. He can adjust at will. This to me suggests two things, his body doesn't have standard blood and organs in it, and two, its a form he assumes, meaning he probably possesses it, or manifests it. While always similar, to some people he has different qualities.
Other Side- He's associated with fog, or mist. Greenlight followed him to 'somewhere'. A dark reflection of our world perhaps, but marshy. So we can assume that this is his home, this is where he comes from.
Substance- He was damaged by a fire extinguisher. My assumption is that he was only suseptable to it because it was fog-like in nature. It caused him to leave, and in doing so, left behind some goo of some sort. You Ghostbuster fans might call it 'slime'. I think it's appropriate enough. We also know that Robert has announced that a weapon coated in the substance can damage him. It needs something from 'beyond' to impact it.
Social Conscious- As mentioned several times, it's believed that 'we' made him, as a ruse, and it took form. We all focused on him, and it came to be. The vast potential of the human race, or at least the fragment that inhabits the internet, still reeling socially from the instant gratification and societal changes that ensued, saw ourselves free of rules. Reality didn't matter here, and our minds opened up. Let me say that a different way. Our minds put him together, our minds establish his abilities, and when he approaches one of us, that person's personal reflection of him is encouraged. People who watch Marble Hornets, or EverymanHYBRID have a visual representation, and generally 'tune into' that character.
So if you're still with me, follow me two steps further. First, we created him, using the untapped potential of our communal nature. Pooling our mental power accidentally.
Mental Power
Psychic Power
There exists a place that allows for every single thing that TDF can accomplish. It's a place where dreams get their power, and where people can visit if they're gifted enough. Technically it has two parts, a mirror of our world, where all sorts of fantastic things may occur, as dreams run rampant, created from ectoplasm. Yes...Ectoplasm, the substance. The second part of this special place is, as I understand, full of shapes and energies, barely formed horrors and wild mystery, but I don' t think this is part of him...
This place is the Astral Plane.
I just took a deep breath, it feels good to announce my conjecture. This is also the reason I've taken up meditation, to see if maybe I can go there of my own volition. No luck on that by the way.
It makes sense though, ectoplasm needed to damage ectoplasm. all of his abilities are reflected in the abilities of malevolent ectoplasm. This is where, I believe, the boogeyman comes from.
Thank you for reading. I await your responses.
Alright my friends, today's a big day for this blog. I have decided that now's a good time to unveil my belief about ole Gaunt. I've sort of dreaded this day since I put the pieces together because it's a bit exotic in belief. It's been conjectured by smarter people than I that the construct is really put together from our individual concepts of who he should be. This does allow for variances in attitude, abilities and sightings. Sometimes he 'talks', other times he writes, most of the time he doesn't do either, just having Hallowed do his work for him in that regard. If I explain to you my belief, and it doesn't pan out, if it is not believed. I'm not certain...maybe he'll change to represent that, and in a mild rebuke, I'll lose whatever slim credibility I am supposed to have.
So I decided to take the gamble, and do it anyway. 'Go big or go home', as I say when playing cards. First, let me ease you into the concept
His abilities
Teleportation - almost always near instantaneous, to anywhere at any time. This means he has to have access from somewhere else, where time isn't an issue.
Alien Nature - For the most part, we can't fathom his goals or beliefs. He is outside our understanding. This could mean an alien nature, dimensional or planetary.
Malleable Body - Tentacles, multiple arms, inhuman features. He can adjust at will. This to me suggests two things, his body doesn't have standard blood and organs in it, and two, its a form he assumes, meaning he probably possesses it, or manifests it. While always similar, to some people he has different qualities.
Other Side- He's associated with fog, or mist. Greenlight followed him to 'somewhere'. A dark reflection of our world perhaps, but marshy. So we can assume that this is his home, this is where he comes from.
Substance- He was damaged by a fire extinguisher. My assumption is that he was only suseptable to it because it was fog-like in nature. It caused him to leave, and in doing so, left behind some goo of some sort. You Ghostbuster fans might call it 'slime'. I think it's appropriate enough. We also know that Robert has announced that a weapon coated in the substance can damage him. It needs something from 'beyond' to impact it.
Social Conscious- As mentioned several times, it's believed that 'we' made him, as a ruse, and it took form. We all focused on him, and it came to be. The vast potential of the human race, or at least the fragment that inhabits the internet, still reeling socially from the instant gratification and societal changes that ensued, saw ourselves free of rules. Reality didn't matter here, and our minds opened up. Let me say that a different way. Our minds put him together, our minds establish his abilities, and when he approaches one of us, that person's personal reflection of him is encouraged. People who watch Marble Hornets, or EverymanHYBRID have a visual representation, and generally 'tune into' that character.
So if you're still with me, follow me two steps further. First, we created him, using the untapped potential of our communal nature. Pooling our mental power accidentally.
Mental Power
Psychic Power
There exists a place that allows for every single thing that TDF can accomplish. It's a place where dreams get their power, and where people can visit if they're gifted enough. Technically it has two parts, a mirror of our world, where all sorts of fantastic things may occur, as dreams run rampant, created from ectoplasm. Yes...Ectoplasm, the substance. The second part of this special place is, as I understand, full of shapes and energies, barely formed horrors and wild mystery, but I don' t think this is part of him...
This place is the Astral Plane.
I just took a deep breath, it feels good to announce my conjecture. This is also the reason I've taken up meditation, to see if maybe I can go there of my own volition. No luck on that by the way.
It makes sense though, ectoplasm needed to damage ectoplasm. all of his abilities are reflected in the abilities of malevolent ectoplasm. This is where, I believe, the boogeyman comes from.
Thank you for reading. I await your responses.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Unruly Interruption
edit: This is all accurate, I think, except for the joke when I call myself sane.
I am back, sane and sober, and a bit startled. I decided that I needed to focus for a bit, that maybe I'd try for a bit every day or so to meditate, clear my mind of all fears and horrors, and really let my mind go. I sat in my room, my lights off, in what approximate I can do of the lotus position you always see. Having done no research into it, I just did what you always imagine for meditation. It was nice, really. I'm always so cluttered with thoughts, it makes it hard to sleep even when I'm not panicking about ole Gaunt or his agents.
I had to put out the sound of the neighbors upstairs stomping around, dogs outside, and cars on the street. I even hummed softly to myself as I relaxed. It was dizzying after a bit, I felt as if I was being pulled up and forward, just a few inches. Then I started to hear a rapping sound, like on my front door, so I stood and went out into the hallway. I don't usually get visitors, any of my few neighbors just try to sell me bootlegs. I guardedly went to the door, to see who was outside, when I noticed that it wasn't at my door, but my window. I've got a venetian blind by my comp that has a little ripped out of it, which until now didn't seem like an issue, but it's the right height for a pair of eyes to look in. I went to my table to get my replica katana I won in a game contest, and my phone, if it were an emergency.
I used the blade to push back the blinds, and saw a face looking back at me. Startled, I fell backwards tripping over my chair. It wasn't *him* but it was someone looking into my home! I scrambled to my feet, and out the front door to encircle the apartment. I saw him there, a ratty guy who had turned to face me, it was the same hobo from before...
Still blitzed mentally by the sudden shock, I talked to him hesitantly, saying approximately this.
Me>>> You! Whoa, sir, I don't have a lot of money.
Runner>>> You're the guy, right?
Me>>> Uhm...more specific? I talked to you the other day.
He came towards me, his hands before him, as if to grab me. I gestured to my sword as I tried to try to thumb dial the house phone for 911.
Runner>>> Being chased!
Me>>> Is that what this is about? The Sl....
I fumble over his name, still hesitant to call him by name.
Me>>> The monster, the thin monster. Is he here?
I cursed myself for leaving my kitchen extinguisher inside, as I looked around. The headlights of cars were flashing along the road beside my house, giving a strobe effect to the grounds.
Runner>>> He's too close, I gotta go
Me>>> Stay with me, I've got to know, I've got to see.
Runner>>> Spiders, I see them, even in my dreams
Me>>> Sir, come inside!
I pleaded with him, My heart threatened to burst out of my chest as I looked around for death, for him. Part of me hoped that at least I'd see him, just once before he got to me. Maybe then I'd be what the Sages are supposed to be.
I saw nothing.
Even when I looked back, the homeless gent was running. I took flight after him as best I could, but to no avail, my nightvision sucks, and he was fleeter than I had ever been.
Alright, he's gone but he still has a pursuer tonight. I headed back inside, got my extinguisher, put it in my good hand and went out to explore.
Nothing.
This monster was close at hand, and still no sign of him. I should've used my camera camcorder to look for him, though I doubt it'd show in the dark.
Even as irritated as I am that I missed my chance, my chance to stand against him, to try to conquer the fear that plagues me, I am concerned about that runner more. He came to me, I do not know if it were for help or blind...luck, but he was at my window, and he ran away in a panic.
I broke out the masking tape, putting up the symbol on my windows and walls, and recounted my weapons about the house. A broken bed leg is a decent cudgel, It'll be better when I carve the symbol on all its faces. I've got a Hypnotik bottle that is just right for blunt damage, and then there's the blade. It's not too sharp, but it'll do some damage, plus it's got reach. Aside my bed, I have glow in the dark tape, with a large pair of
(X) (X)
looking across the room to the window.
I take a few deep breaths, focus myself again, and exhale. I imagine the room aglow in golden light, a precious safe light, and envision it to fill my home, and I am at peace for a bit longer.
I am back, sane and sober, and a bit startled. I decided that I needed to focus for a bit, that maybe I'd try for a bit every day or so to meditate, clear my mind of all fears and horrors, and really let my mind go. I sat in my room, my lights off, in what approximate I can do of the lotus position you always see. Having done no research into it, I just did what you always imagine for meditation. It was nice, really. I'm always so cluttered with thoughts, it makes it hard to sleep even when I'm not panicking about ole Gaunt or his agents.
I had to put out the sound of the neighbors upstairs stomping around, dogs outside, and cars on the street. I even hummed softly to myself as I relaxed. It was dizzying after a bit, I felt as if I was being pulled up and forward, just a few inches. Then I started to hear a rapping sound, like on my front door, so I stood and went out into the hallway. I don't usually get visitors, any of my few neighbors just try to sell me bootlegs. I guardedly went to the door, to see who was outside, when I noticed that it wasn't at my door, but my window. I've got a venetian blind by my comp that has a little ripped out of it, which until now didn't seem like an issue, but it's the right height for a pair of eyes to look in. I went to my table to get my replica katana I won in a game contest, and my phone, if it were an emergency.
I used the blade to push back the blinds, and saw a face looking back at me. Startled, I fell backwards tripping over my chair. It wasn't *him* but it was someone looking into my home! I scrambled to my feet, and out the front door to encircle the apartment. I saw him there, a ratty guy who had turned to face me, it was the same hobo from before...
Still blitzed mentally by the sudden shock, I talked to him hesitantly, saying approximately this.
Me>>> You! Whoa, sir, I don't have a lot of money.
Runner>>> You're the guy, right?
Me>>> Uhm...more specific? I talked to you the other day.
He came towards me, his hands before him, as if to grab me. I gestured to my sword as I tried to try to thumb dial the house phone for 911.
Runner>>> Being chased!
Me>>> Is that what this is about? The Sl....
I fumble over his name, still hesitant to call him by name.
Me>>> The monster, the thin monster. Is he here?
I cursed myself for leaving my kitchen extinguisher inside, as I looked around. The headlights of cars were flashing along the road beside my house, giving a strobe effect to the grounds.
Runner>>> He's too close, I gotta go
Me>>> Stay with me, I've got to know, I've got to see.
Runner>>> Spiders, I see them, even in my dreams
Me>>> Sir, come inside!
I pleaded with him, My heart threatened to burst out of my chest as I looked around for death, for him. Part of me hoped that at least I'd see him, just once before he got to me. Maybe then I'd be what the Sages are supposed to be.
I saw nothing.
Even when I looked back, the homeless gent was running. I took flight after him as best I could, but to no avail, my nightvision sucks, and he was fleeter than I had ever been.
Alright, he's gone but he still has a pursuer tonight. I headed back inside, got my extinguisher, put it in my good hand and went out to explore.
Nothing.
This monster was close at hand, and still no sign of him. I should've used my camera camcorder to look for him, though I doubt it'd show in the dark.
Even as irritated as I am that I missed my chance, my chance to stand against him, to try to conquer the fear that plagues me, I am concerned about that runner more. He came to me, I do not know if it were for help or blind...luck, but he was at my window, and he ran away in a panic.
I broke out the masking tape, putting up the symbol on my windows and walls, and recounted my weapons about the house. A broken bed leg is a decent cudgel, It'll be better when I carve the symbol on all its faces. I've got a Hypnotik bottle that is just right for blunt damage, and then there's the blade. It's not too sharp, but it'll do some damage, plus it's got reach. Aside my bed, I have glow in the dark tape, with a large pair of
(X) (X)
looking across the room to the window.
I take a few deep breaths, focus myself again, and exhale. I imagine the room aglow in golden light, a precious safe light, and envision it to fill my home, and I am at peace for a bit longer.
Out of Touch
No luck finding the runner in my town, he wasn't at his last position, and there wasn't anyone there that would know his whereabouts. I've got a theory to explore, though it's probably a dead end. I'll be incommunicado for a few hours I think. I'll post back soon, if not tonight.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
White Elephants
edit: Robert's insane, why didn't I even fucking think about that back when I praised him so, back here? Titles, and 'other side' bullshit. Why couldn't I see it? No, I had to go in hook line and sinker, believe it all and believe that being given a title meant anything at all. Do yourselves a favor if this is your first time reading this, take your index finger, cram it down your throat and spend twenty minutes throwing up, then skip this entry.
I'm sure most of you have followed Robert(Sage) over on White Elephants. He's gone now, off to do his duty against a callous ethereal foe. I chalk it up as a win for us overall, the first blog that was ended without a death apparent. He's still out there, laughing at constructs. I...Sorry if my typing is a bit off today, I'm perturbed by his departure.
Robert had talked about finding new Sages since the first three had...well disappeared in one form or another.
then I get a comment on my last blog saying
You
3/3
I check the name 'greenlight'....and it's Sage.
I...
god, look, I know I've said that I've always wanted a chance to be someone, to leave something behind...to be remembered, but if I read this right; that he's picking me as a rep of some sort. I dunno if I'm that sort of guy...
Still, I said I was in this thing, and I guess I still am. But I haven't seen the Slender Man. I can only speculate on him until he shows himself.
I guess I really do need to see if that bum is still out there by the overpass, maybe I can learn something useful, or buy him a fire extinguisher...
Amelia got a notice as well, but who is 1/3? Who is it? Maybe we need to talk before anyone starts claiming stuff about 'new sages'. I wouldn't dare to be so arrogant and self-absorbed to think I know anything more than Robert, Jay or Shaun.
Time to give this some extra thought.
edit: It's Maduin. Thanks, Omega.
edit 2: Maduin and I have been in contact, if only a hair. He advises me to find the 'Rock' . Having searched WE, I come across this
Maduin said:
Sad deal, this "Hero" business. And one would have to have a mind and soul as strong as a rock.
Do you intend to nurture such an individual?
Raise one?
Create one?
then
Maduin...you(Seer) are very very clever and figured out the Grand Theory. Almost. You see, Heroes can't be created or forged. That never ends well. I(Sage) have other plans.
Alright, I have a task before me now, A hero cannot be created or forged, and must have strength of absolute conviction. So, a hero simply...must be. How he arises is either pointless or inconsequential.
I think the only way I'm going to really get any answers on what to do, or how to do so is to encounter him myself.
I'm sure most of you have followed Robert(Sage) over on White Elephants. He's gone now, off to do his duty against a callous ethereal foe. I chalk it up as a win for us overall, the first blog that was ended without a death apparent. He's still out there, laughing at constructs. I...Sorry if my typing is a bit off today, I'm perturbed by his departure.
Robert had talked about finding new Sages since the first three had...well disappeared in one form or another.
then I get a comment on my last blog saying
You
3/3
I check the name 'greenlight'....and it's Sage.
I...
god, look, I know I've said that I've always wanted a chance to be someone, to leave something behind...to be remembered, but if I read this right; that he's picking me as a rep of some sort. I dunno if I'm that sort of guy...
Still, I said I was in this thing, and I guess I still am. But I haven't seen the Slender Man. I can only speculate on him until he shows himself.
I guess I really do need to see if that bum is still out there by the overpass, maybe I can learn something useful, or buy him a fire extinguisher...
Amelia got a notice as well, but who is 1/3? Who is it? Maybe we need to talk before anyone starts claiming stuff about 'new sages'. I wouldn't dare to be so arrogant and self-absorbed to think I know anything more than Robert, Jay or Shaun.
Time to give this some extra thought.
edit: It's Maduin. Thanks, Omega.
edit 2: Maduin and I have been in contact, if only a hair. He advises me to find the 'Rock' . Having searched WE, I come across this
Maduin said:
Sad deal, this "Hero" business. And one would have to have a mind and soul as strong as a rock.
Do you intend to nurture such an individual?
Raise one?
Create one?
then
Robert Sage said... Zeke(Mystic) had his shot, a Warrior who's already had a turn at the Warrior and isn't -corrupted- becomes a Mystic. That's not to say Zeke can't try again.
Maduin...you(Seer) are very very clever and figured out the Grand Theory. Almost. You see, Heroes can't be created or forged. That never ends well. I(Sage) have other plans.
Alright, I have a task before me now, A hero cannot be created or forged, and must have strength of absolute conviction. So, a hero simply...must be. How he arises is either pointless or inconsequential.
I think the only way I'm going to really get any answers on what to do, or how to do so is to encounter him myself.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
A stranger, or familiar?
So nothing's been up lately, I've been good, no sightings, no creepy feelings like eyes watching me for a few weeks. I've been sleeping again, things are good. I've had a few extra bucks in my pocket, so on the way home after I get off the interstate I got a few dollars out for one of the homeless gents that is always present under the bridge I pass.
I see someone as I stop at the light, that I motion to, with the typical green in my hand, which he noticed of course. Now, I'm not good with strangers, in fact I always try to remain guarded around them, in fear of being carjacked or robbed. As he approached, I saw his cardboard sign on the ground.
It had a picture that looked far too similar to tall dark and faceless on it, scrawled on the right side.
As...surprising and alarmed as I had gotten over it, I failed to notice the light change, so I pulled off to the side to let traffic pass. I was regarded by the three homeless in the area as a curiosity, as I made a brave move to talk to the man I was to deliver charity to.
I may have some of the words wrong, but here's the general context of what happened
Me>>> Uhm, afternoon
Runner>>> Thank ya, god bless you for the help
Me>>> Well. yeah. i've been okay so I figured i'd return the....uhm
I paused
Me>>> So I noticed your sign here...
it read " Please Help. F(X)LL(X)ED. Hungry and Cold" then with the stick figure next to it.
I didn't notice the symbols at first, so crudely drawn.
Me>>> So...you're followed...well, I know this sounds funny, but I'm a bit morbidly curious today...so the government?
As I understand it, that's a typical complaint, followed, stalked by the gov't. Paranoia at its finest.
He shook his head and barked a wry laugh.
Runner>>> Hell, if it were so easy.
Me>>> Okay, humor me?
Runner>>> Ehh, I think you're better off not knowing.
Me>>> Well that does pique me...I can guess, I bet. I've heard a lot on the web lately about something that's been....a nuisance.
Runner>>> I dunno if that's the word for it.
Me>>> A tall figure? Dressed in black?
I saw him flinch, which was enough of an acknowledgment as I needed.
Me>>> So you're on the run from him? You following the rules then?
Runner>>> ...
Me>>> Yeah...alright, I get you. Uhm listen.....I know this seems......reckless of me, since I don't know you from Adam, but...you want a place to crash tonight? I've got a nice couch and a couple of good blankets.
He looked at me for a moment, then shook his head, "Nah....I wouldn't want to bring you into it."
I told him I understood, and handed off a few more dollars to him, what I could spare at the moment, and headed home.
As I headed home, I wondered if maybe I had met a fellow blogger just then, running from the construct. I hadn't stopped to ask his name. Was it M? Perhaps even Zeke down on his luck, or some anonymous stranger who had a story to tell. I think I'll go see if he's still there tomorrow.
Then I realized that it was in my city....I know he can move, he can teleport, be anywhere, but to know that he's *here*. Its astounding. He's in my city somewhere.
A window rattles as the wind passes through, and I nearly get a heart attack as the pizza guy knocks on my door.
Just shadows and noise.
Always shadows and noise.
I see someone as I stop at the light, that I motion to, with the typical green in my hand, which he noticed of course. Now, I'm not good with strangers, in fact I always try to remain guarded around them, in fear of being carjacked or robbed. As he approached, I saw his cardboard sign on the ground.
It had a picture that looked far too similar to tall dark and faceless on it, scrawled on the right side.
As...surprising and alarmed as I had gotten over it, I failed to notice the light change, so I pulled off to the side to let traffic pass. I was regarded by the three homeless in the area as a curiosity, as I made a brave move to talk to the man I was to deliver charity to.
I may have some of the words wrong, but here's the general context of what happened
Me>>> Uhm, afternoon
Runner>>> Thank ya, god bless you for the help
Me>>> Well. yeah. i've been okay so I figured i'd return the....uhm
I paused
Me>>> So I noticed your sign here...
it read " Please Help. F(X)LL(X)ED. Hungry and Cold" then with the stick figure next to it.
I didn't notice the symbols at first, so crudely drawn.
Me>>> So...you're followed...well, I know this sounds funny, but I'm a bit morbidly curious today...so the government?
As I understand it, that's a typical complaint, followed, stalked by the gov't. Paranoia at its finest.
He shook his head and barked a wry laugh.
Runner>>> Hell, if it were so easy.
Me>>> Okay, humor me?
Runner>>> Ehh, I think you're better off not knowing.
Me>>> Well that does pique me...I can guess, I bet. I've heard a lot on the web lately about something that's been....a nuisance.
Runner>>> I dunno if that's the word for it.
Me>>> A tall figure? Dressed in black?
I saw him flinch, which was enough of an acknowledgment as I needed.
Me>>> So you're on the run from him? You following the rules then?
Runner>>> ...
Me>>> Yeah...alright, I get you. Uhm listen.....I know this seems......reckless of me, since I don't know you from Adam, but...you want a place to crash tonight? I've got a nice couch and a couple of good blankets.
He looked at me for a moment, then shook his head, "Nah....I wouldn't want to bring you into it."
I told him I understood, and handed off a few more dollars to him, what I could spare at the moment, and headed home.
As I headed home, I wondered if maybe I had met a fellow blogger just then, running from the construct. I hadn't stopped to ask his name. Was it M? Perhaps even Zeke down on his luck, or some anonymous stranger who had a story to tell. I think I'll go see if he's still there tomorrow.
Then I realized that it was in my city....I know he can move, he can teleport, be anywhere, but to know that he's *here*. Its astounding. He's in my city somewhere.
A window rattles as the wind passes through, and I nearly get a heart attack as the pizza guy knocks on my door.
Just shadows and noise.
Always shadows and noise.
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