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
Friday, November 19, 2010
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.
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