As I sit here, at Wheeler Mission, which I did not expect to have Wi-Fi. I took a good look around me a bit ago. It's not quite the desolate place one'd expect of a shelter for those who are homeless...or those on the run from monsters.
I've been quietly playing with Nessa's phone, browsing the web through it. I've got a charger for it, so no worries there. However it's Tourette's inducing cold outside, even with both of my great coats on, it's still uncomfortable. And by Tourette's, I mean that when the wind picks up and you're hustling inside, you unconsciously scream out something akin to, "FUCK, IT'S COLD!" So now that I've explained the joke that didn't need it, I'll pick up with my activities lately.
First, yes indeed, I have been trolling the blogs lately. It's my way to unwind, and somewhat comforting to have companions in all this mess. Granted, I would rather you all weren't in this bind with me, but if you weren't, I couldn't talk to you about it, could I?
Been looking around the people here...too many damn kids out here. Sort of scared that he'll show and want a few of them, so vigilance, i guess. Anyway, no sign of that Runner I saw before, no operator symbols either. The bite mark on my leg is healing.
oh right, that shit...
I was wanting to draw one of those things for you, Maduin, like you asked. Uhm...it's not happening.
I keep drawing one and having issues with it. It's like the shit is coming off the page at me when I draw it. Just dissipates when I hit it, but...well I don't want to draw it. I did doodle some slendy pics the other day, while i was bored. didn't really seem to do anything for or against me, in terms of sanity. So, that's a no go for me. I think maybe since he's got different tactics for people, maybe he wants something different for all of us? The ones he wants to take, he slowly gives them the ole mindscrew. Those of us who run, either get him on our tail, or agents.
Just a thought.
Also, I'm worried Amelia....fuck I almost said nessa...then melody. It's getting hard to remember names sometimes. I'm worried Amelia's not going to get here in time. I wish she'd let me know whats up. Granted, i'm hanging out in a shelter, so it's not that great of a thing to have her here yet, but i'd rather have her around. It's been very comforting to talk to her, as little as we have. Nice to know I can rely on a few people. You know?
And yes I know half of you are going to post that I can rely on you guys too. Thanks, Jean, Vieve, EE, and Jeff, and whomever else. :D
Though i can't trust any of you corrupted guys. I can't get hurt like that again.
Fat guy over here's taking way too much interest in my typing. Better not have to taze fatty to keep him off me. that's right fat boy, i'm talking to you.
and he's gone. good.
Oh, right the post title.
So after a hard day of being chased by whatever the fuck those things are. You know, i think i'll just call em green things, bastards need a name. Anyway...I was thinking about the real death of the monster, you know?
We've talked about this before, you and I. And I said that we won't kill him till all the vlogs and stuff get shut down, which might not be the case now that I think about it.
I'll put this in terms of you guys who think this is a fun little game we play, because i'd rather you keep thinking of it like that.
okay, let's say we made this as a game. which you know, it was at the start. SA forums, or w/e, never really been there. Okay so we make up these fucked up stories about the monster, and it takes off. Then boom, he's real. Tulpa effect for the loss.
Now for those people who see this as a game, might think that some of this shit is stupid as hell. the magic powers, the small armies and the action movie logs. Right. I find some of that hard to believe too, but this is the world in which we live, unless we're fucking hallucinating again. which i am not. currently.
so anyhoo, the guys...fuck, i'll call them gamers, even though i am one. The gamers see our posts and call BS on it. Which i would too if it weren't real. but really that's the way to kill the monster, i think. We destroy 'the game'. As stupid as that sounds, yes, maybe we need to mock and goof around with the idea of being stalked by a murderous alien psychopath, until it becomes cliche, and lame.
So, for the outsiders point of view. we're playing a game, we want to win by not having to play the game, but can't give up. So we dilute the game to the point that it's not fun for anyone, becomes old and trite, and it's not a game anymore.
surreal shit, guys. think about it.
ANd why the fuck is the wall rattling like that, there's no train near here.