I think were going to name it "Slendy" or "Fucking rodent my attacker left on my kitchen fucking table."
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Before someone calls bullshit
I wasan't joking about the Hamster
I think were going to name it "Slendy" or "Fucking rodent my attacker left on my kitchen fucking table."
I think were going to name it "Slendy" or "Fucking rodent my attacker left on my kitchen fucking table."
My World Has Entered Exciting New Layers of Pain.
So I was going to post this... oh hours ago... as you might already know if your following my twitter page, that I spent some time at one of the fine libraries in my area attempting to see if there is any basis in the historical records of our town in regards to Slendy....
Well I didn't find really a whole hell of allot, it seems that historically, any unusual disappearances or murders have all had fairly mundane explanations, it's like old Slendy has never visited my city.
Before I go any further though, give me a second to go get a fresh paper towel and ice pack....
Ryan met up with me mid-way through my research and was pretty helpful in helping me out, even if he was mostly there to research any information on "Sarah", apparently he couldn't find anything on her and he apparently went so far as to search for birth records. So yeah, more and more it's looking like Ryan is driving this crazy bus we both seem to be on.
I found however one instance of a completely unexplained disappearance, happened around 1999, the year I graduated high-school, this kid just walks out his door for school, and he's gone, no signs of a struggle, no intrusion, no witnesses, no body. The red flag here was the kid had been complaining about seeing a "Stranger" in the area on a handful of occasions, but there were no other witnesses. The kid didn't describe the man at all, so it's unknown if he's referring to a mundane threat, something supernatural or if he invented the story to coverup a runaway attempt.
This kid, and this is stretching my limits of belief here, is a dead ringer for the kid who's stalking Ryan and I. But that's not possible, this kid vanished, 12 years ago, TWELVE!!
So Ryan came up with a theory, so Slendy seems to be more active on the east coast, there's almost no instances of him being in Washington, why is that? Well Ryan seems to think that instances of people disappearing are also resulting in them being removed from our collective memories like Sarah....
That seems unlikely though, it has no basis in current Slenderman Mythos or current tales of him, when Jessie was butchered by the rake in Everyman Hybrid, when Damien from Dreams in Darkness seemingly killed himself, or when Rose from Make it Count, went missing, people remembered them, family's mourned, and searches were attempted. We didn't suddenly forget about 99% of the PTC when they were destroyed by Slenderman, then why would any one forget about a twenty-something seemingly normal woman?
The whole thing doesn't hold water.... and yet here we are... with my best friend for as long as we both can remember honestly discussing the fate of a young woman I don't remember.... Ryan's not the type for this bullshit to be frank, so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt here.
Okay, but right now, I fucking hurt, I fucking hurt bad... I better get a beer for this, I got to finish this before those painkillers Nick gave me kick in... So after our research excursion Ryan and I headed back to my place, I gave him a ride, my son was napping in the back, thank god he didn't wake up for any of this.
There was a light on in my apartment, I had turned them all off, and we saw a silhouette in my bedroom window...
It was mister Hoody himself... the little shit managed to find a way into my apartment while I was out... and now he, and most of my weapons, were inside.
Thank God for Ryan being there today, I would still be outside otherwise, I mean I can't take my boy in there to kick the shit out of some deranged home invader. I had Ryan park the car out in front of the building, with only one entrance in or out of there, I knew that if he ran out, Ryan would have him, I grabbed something from the trunk of my car that I didn't mention before, a double bladed knife, the thing has two blades the length of my forearm on each end of it, with a hilt just large enough to safely hold it in the middle.
By the time I got inside the still locked up and secure apartment, he was gone, I called Ryan on bluetooth who confirmed he had not stepped out of the building at all. The hunt for the little fucker was on...
I felt like an hour but in reality was probably at most 10 minutes, I had just crossed the second floor stair well when he stepped out of an apartment behind me, I turned slashing the bladed at him which he evaded, I spun around to try to catch him with the back-blade of the weapon but he was almost 8 feet down the hall by the time I spun around. I didn't really realize it at the time the implications of this, but he crossed about 8 feet or so in less than a second.
At this point I was being driven by rage, I charged down the hall at him and attempted to stab him dead center, full force, with all my strength, next thing I know the blade is behind me about 3 feet down the hall, and he's winding up a punch that I didn't have the time to avoid. I studied Aikido for a few years, which for those of you who don't know, the entire Idea behind it, is to use holds, flips, to basically counter and toss an opponent around, basically everything that didn't happen with this one punch,
He hit me so hard I actually blacked out from the force, I came to flying backwards down the hall, I felt like I was hit by a car, I land a good, I want to say 10 feet away after hitting a wall, The fights over, I'm in a daze, I'm bleeding from hitting my head against the wall, or the floor I'm a bit fuzzy at this point, and he's walking over with the biggest god damn slasher smile I've ever seen, and he has my knife.
I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but he just set the knife down next to me, and even put my hand over it, and walked out towards the stairs...
I don't know how long I was out, I'm told it was maybe 10 minutes tops, but Ryan runs up the stairs, he doesn't have my son with him, I panic, I ask where my son is, here I am laying battered on the floor and my only thought was of him... Ryan tells me Nick is downstairs watching him, he had called him a couple minutes after I went inside....
and that's the whole story from this incident... Were being stalked by a 5 foot something kid who can punch grown men down hallways.... and who seems to at least reassemble some kid who disappeared almost 12 years ago, worse off now Nicks involved... which I wouldn't of wanted personally...
OH.... and the royally fucked thing is? he left a fucking hamster, in a cage, in my apartment on my kitchen table, with food, bedding and everything... tell me that isn't like twelve shades of fucked up?
Well I didn't find really a whole hell of allot, it seems that historically, any unusual disappearances or murders have all had fairly mundane explanations, it's like old Slendy has never visited my city.
Before I go any further though, give me a second to go get a fresh paper towel and ice pack....
Ryan met up with me mid-way through my research and was pretty helpful in helping me out, even if he was mostly there to research any information on "Sarah", apparently he couldn't find anything on her and he apparently went so far as to search for birth records. So yeah, more and more it's looking like Ryan is driving this crazy bus we both seem to be on.
I found however one instance of a completely unexplained disappearance, happened around 1999, the year I graduated high-school, this kid just walks out his door for school, and he's gone, no signs of a struggle, no intrusion, no witnesses, no body. The red flag here was the kid had been complaining about seeing a "Stranger" in the area on a handful of occasions, but there were no other witnesses. The kid didn't describe the man at all, so it's unknown if he's referring to a mundane threat, something supernatural or if he invented the story to coverup a runaway attempt.
This kid, and this is stretching my limits of belief here, is a dead ringer for the kid who's stalking Ryan and I. But that's not possible, this kid vanished, 12 years ago, TWELVE!!
So Ryan came up with a theory, so Slendy seems to be more active on the east coast, there's almost no instances of him being in Washington, why is that? Well Ryan seems to think that instances of people disappearing are also resulting in them being removed from our collective memories like Sarah....
That seems unlikely though, it has no basis in current Slenderman Mythos or current tales of him, when Jessie was butchered by the rake in Everyman Hybrid, when Damien from Dreams in Darkness seemingly killed himself, or when Rose from Make it Count, went missing, people remembered them, family's mourned, and searches were attempted. We didn't suddenly forget about 99% of the PTC when they were destroyed by Slenderman, then why would any one forget about a twenty-something seemingly normal woman?
The whole thing doesn't hold water.... and yet here we are... with my best friend for as long as we both can remember honestly discussing the fate of a young woman I don't remember.... Ryan's not the type for this bullshit to be frank, so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt here.
Okay, but right now, I fucking hurt, I fucking hurt bad... I better get a beer for this, I got to finish this before those painkillers Nick gave me kick in... So after our research excursion Ryan and I headed back to my place, I gave him a ride, my son was napping in the back, thank god he didn't wake up for any of this.
There was a light on in my apartment, I had turned them all off, and we saw a silhouette in my bedroom window...
It was mister Hoody himself... the little shit managed to find a way into my apartment while I was out... and now he, and most of my weapons, were inside.
Thank God for Ryan being there today, I would still be outside otherwise, I mean I can't take my boy in there to kick the shit out of some deranged home invader. I had Ryan park the car out in front of the building, with only one entrance in or out of there, I knew that if he ran out, Ryan would have him, I grabbed something from the trunk of my car that I didn't mention before, a double bladed knife, the thing has two blades the length of my forearm on each end of it, with a hilt just large enough to safely hold it in the middle.
By the time I got inside the still locked up and secure apartment, he was gone, I called Ryan on bluetooth who confirmed he had not stepped out of the building at all. The hunt for the little fucker was on...
I felt like an hour but in reality was probably at most 10 minutes, I had just crossed the second floor stair well when he stepped out of an apartment behind me, I turned slashing the bladed at him which he evaded, I spun around to try to catch him with the back-blade of the weapon but he was almost 8 feet down the hall by the time I spun around. I didn't really realize it at the time the implications of this, but he crossed about 8 feet or so in less than a second.
At this point I was being driven by rage, I charged down the hall at him and attempted to stab him dead center, full force, with all my strength, next thing I know the blade is behind me about 3 feet down the hall, and he's winding up a punch that I didn't have the time to avoid. I studied Aikido for a few years, which for those of you who don't know, the entire Idea behind it, is to use holds, flips, to basically counter and toss an opponent around, basically everything that didn't happen with this one punch,
He hit me so hard I actually blacked out from the force, I came to flying backwards down the hall, I felt like I was hit by a car, I land a good, I want to say 10 feet away after hitting a wall, The fights over, I'm in a daze, I'm bleeding from hitting my head against the wall, or the floor I'm a bit fuzzy at this point, and he's walking over with the biggest god damn slasher smile I've ever seen, and he has my knife.
I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but he just set the knife down next to me, and even put my hand over it, and walked out towards the stairs...
I don't know how long I was out, I'm told it was maybe 10 minutes tops, but Ryan runs up the stairs, he doesn't have my son with him, I panic, I ask where my son is, here I am laying battered on the floor and my only thought was of him... Ryan tells me Nick is downstairs watching him, he had called him a couple minutes after I went inside....
and that's the whole story from this incident... Were being stalked by a 5 foot something kid who can punch grown men down hallways.... and who seems to at least reassemble some kid who disappeared almost 12 years ago, worse off now Nicks involved... which I wouldn't of wanted personally...
OH.... and the royally fucked thing is? he left a fucking hamster, in a cage, in my apartment on my kitchen table, with food, bedding and everything... tell me that isn't like twelve shades of fucked up?
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Escalation
Okay, I was going to post about an hour or so ago, but it got real around here, let me explain...
So as planed Ryan made it over for the game, another friend from outside of work named Nick, who serves as an MP at nearby JBLM also came over to watch the game with us.
Look i'm not going to lie, i'm kinda shaken up right now, this shit just got real.
You see, during half time, Nick, who's not exactly a Madonna fan, not that any of us are, left to get us some more beer. My wife and son had already gone to her parents to spend time with them to let us have our "Guy time"
Ryan and I got to talking, and out of the blue he asks me one question
"Hey Paul, do you remember Sarah?"
Fair enough I figure, so I ask "Who Sara A or Sara H?"
He looks at me like he soul just melted out his boots "I mean Sara M...."
I don't recall ever meeting a Sara M, at least I would of remembered what he told me after I said "Sara M? I'm not familer with her?"
Ryan ripped into me "You don't remember Sara M? My girlfriend? We were went on a double date with your wife 3 weeks ago? you don't remember her at all?"
I was confused "I remember us going out Ryan but you took that Michelle girl from the new hire class so you wouldn't be a third wheel? Which wouldn't happen if you stop being such a 'Forever alone guy.'"
Ryan was flabbergasted at this point "Paul I dated Sarah for 5 years got damnit, we were, untill she went missing, expecting our first child! You even agreed to be the god-father"
At that point, we were silent... I have no idea what he's talking about, I still don't, Nick just got back with more beer anyways, great guy him he even picked up chips.
The game ends, Nick heads home, I felt smug because I won twenty dollars from a coworker tomarrow and Ryan and I finish our conversation from earlier, he tells me that no one remembers this girl, not even her own parents, he felt like it was somehow tied to "Him".
I wish this ended there, but, it didn't.
Because we then saw him outside in the road in front of the complex...
No not that "Him" I mean the hoody kid, and holy shit, if I'm not freaked out by this, how did he find my apartment, why was he here anyways? It didn't mater, I live on the third floor, I grabed my bokken and with ryan ran down the stairs to confront him.
By the time we were down to floor one and outside, he was gone... I made sure Ryan saw that too, when he told me that he did, we decided that whatever the hell is going on, we were going to be ready for it. I don't know if this kid was stalking us, I sure as hell don't know if Ryan is really telling the truth, or if he's going insane, but I stood out there with my bokken and I was going to beat the shit out of the kid if he steped out on us.
He didn't.... and we, about 15 minutes ago called it a night... He went home alone, and left me with more questions than answers.
I don't remember this being a symptom of Slenderman, so I doubt it's related, at this point it's still a coincidence in my mind that this is happening. Besides I don't believe he's real, but I believe that kid's real, and he's watching either me or Ryan for some reason. Manic Muse and gpowell71 seems to think that this kid is a Proxy. I'm not sure but I'm open for idea's.
If anyone has and advice to give right now i'll take it, because at this point, either myself, Ryan, or both of us, are in danger.
EDIT: Now that I have a chance to calm down I went ahead and rewrote some of this for coherency, I'm afraid that I was not in the best mindset to be writing earlier, Also I added the tags Ryan, and Hoody to other posts involving them. - 11:56pm
So as planed Ryan made it over for the game, another friend from outside of work named Nick, who serves as an MP at nearby JBLM also came over to watch the game with us.
Look i'm not going to lie, i'm kinda shaken up right now, this shit just got real.
You see, during half time, Nick, who's not exactly a Madonna fan, not that any of us are, left to get us some more beer. My wife and son had already gone to her parents to spend time with them to let us have our "Guy time"
Ryan and I got to talking, and out of the blue he asks me one question
"Hey Paul, do you remember Sarah?"
Fair enough I figure, so I ask "Who Sara A or Sara H?"
He looks at me like he soul just melted out his boots "I mean Sara M...."
I don't recall ever meeting a Sara M, at least I would of remembered what he told me after I said "Sara M? I'm not familer with her?"
Ryan ripped into me "You don't remember Sara M? My girlfriend? We were went on a double date with your wife 3 weeks ago? you don't remember her at all?"
I was confused "I remember us going out Ryan but you took that Michelle girl from the new hire class so you wouldn't be a third wheel? Which wouldn't happen if you stop being such a 'Forever alone guy.'"
Ryan was flabbergasted at this point "Paul I dated Sarah for 5 years got damnit, we were, untill she went missing, expecting our first child! You even agreed to be the god-father"
At that point, we were silent... I have no idea what he's talking about, I still don't, Nick just got back with more beer anyways, great guy him he even picked up chips.
The game ends, Nick heads home, I felt smug because I won twenty dollars from a coworker tomarrow and Ryan and I finish our conversation from earlier, he tells me that no one remembers this girl, not even her own parents, he felt like it was somehow tied to "Him".
I wish this ended there, but, it didn't.
Because we then saw him outside in the road in front of the complex...
No not that "Him" I mean the hoody kid, and holy shit, if I'm not freaked out by this, how did he find my apartment, why was he here anyways? It didn't mater, I live on the third floor, I grabed my bokken and with ryan ran down the stairs to confront him.
By the time we were down to floor one and outside, he was gone... I made sure Ryan saw that too, when he told me that he did, we decided that whatever the hell is going on, we were going to be ready for it. I don't know if this kid was stalking us, I sure as hell don't know if Ryan is really telling the truth, or if he's going insane, but I stood out there with my bokken and I was going to beat the shit out of the kid if he steped out on us.
He didn't.... and we, about 15 minutes ago called it a night... He went home alone, and left me with more questions than answers.
I don't remember this being a symptom of Slenderman, so I doubt it's related, at this point it's still a coincidence in my mind that this is happening. Besides I don't believe he's real, but I believe that kid's real, and he's watching either me or Ryan for some reason. Manic Muse and gpowell71 seems to think that this kid is a Proxy. I'm not sure but I'm open for idea's.
If anyone has and advice to give right now i'll take it, because at this point, either myself, Ryan, or both of us, are in danger.
EDIT: Now that I have a chance to calm down I went ahead and rewrote some of this for coherency, I'm afraid that I was not in the best mindset to be writing earlier, Also I added the tags Ryan, and Hoody to other posts involving them. - 11:56pm
Just Finshed Make It Count
Proxies, I remember reading about them as the faceless hordes of Observe and Terminate, I know about Masky, and Habit, and Observer, but, the Proxy laid out in Make It Count gave me chils
I know I'm probbly still a bit spooked about that kid yesterday, but still, let me explain.
Practical Cat, or whatever the hell he is, marked Celeste, the so called witness, durring one post, the idea of one of these servernts of the slender man carving a symbol into someone, struck me as being up there with rape.
Well go me, I finally got what disturbed me about it. he beat the shit out of her, pined her to the ground, and marked her, he stole a small piece of her, you tell me what that sounds like.
Worse off, that's what might of happened to that kid outside of work the other day, that boy might of been fucked in the head because he might have been... I don't even want to finish that thought. I mean I've seen some damaged people in my time. Ryan and I work in a call center, we had this coworker, Lydia, who used to come to up on somedays quite clearly hiding the bruises from her asshole boyfriend, everytime she was hurt, she looked more and more dead on the inside. every covered up mark, was a scar on her soul, her eyes told us he wasn't just hitting her though, he was doing far worse.
Ryan and I promised ourselves, the very second she asked, we would drive by this guys house, I would have my bokken, he would have his fists, and we would work that asshole over twice over for everytime he worked Lydia over, but she never asked for help. We even half-assed joked that we would hire a bum to have his way with him.
Lydia died 6 months ago, her boyfriend had finally went to far, hit her in the head pretty god damn hard i'm told, she fell, bounced her head off the guard-rail of her stairwell at her apartment complex, and, well i'm not a medical expert but she did some serious damage to her skull and brain.... not the kind you recover from
The boyfriend it's going to spend the next 40 years in prison for it.
I'm bringing this up, because at her worst Lydia didn't look have as dead as that kid did.... I swear to god I had a nightmare about that shit, like I was in the parking lot, the kid turned around, and it was Lydia...
Celeste, I doubt your ever going to read this, probably because I still don't know if you exist for real, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry for what happened to you back then.
I know tomorrow is for Football, but I'm going to get answers out of Ryan. He's going to tell me what the fuck is going on with him.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
So anit there some kind of rule about this?
Okay, I read a few blogs, so I know how this is suspose to go, I get to post my thing for a while and then wierd shit happens....
I'd figure if Slenderman was real, and I don't, I've have a month before something weird happened.
It's been 3 days...
Let me explain, so there I was at work with a friend of mine named Ryan, we both work there, which occurs to me I didn't say what I did for a living but, meh. So were sitting there chating on a short break in our cubicles when lo and behold, I noticed he has the operator sign, you know the (x) thing? taped to the wall above his moniter.
I don't know if I just never noticed it before or if it was new.
So I didn't think much of it, I mean he's the guy who got me into the whole Slenderman deal in the first place, in what I might add, the most dickish way possible. I'll explain if someone asks about what that means.
So anyways, I ask him about it, I'm all like "Hey cool operator sign you got there Ryan"
I should have noticed how much like shit he looked today, or lately for that matter.
He just kinda looked sheepishly away and muttered "Oh yeah, it's pretty cool, I guess" before turning and starting to pretend to work. Keep in mind this dude is built like a brick house, and that i'm proud to say that i've known him for going on 11 years now, hell he introduced me to my wife, and in turn when he needed one, I pulled strings to get him a job. What I'm trying to say is, Ryan and I go way back, and he was not himself today.
"Something you want to talk about?" I went ahead and asked
"Oh no, I'm fine, everything's fine, no worries" he just replied quietly. Ryan, all 6'5" of him, meekly replied to my question.
Of course that's just the set up for the real weird shit thing to happen at work today. Because i'm not a small guy myself, I'm 6'3" with an alright build, Ryan and I sometimes get called to help with some heavy lifting, good old labor backrounds there, but today, it was my boss asking me to go run some kid in a black hooded sweatshirt out of the parking lot.
So who am I to say no when it comes to running off some teenager who was clearly skipping classes to stare at the building right? I would have chose a mall arcade myself, but to each there own.
I regret it.... god help me I do. I mean the kid wasn't violent, or "Sinister" in any real respect, he just looked... I guess empty, like the wheel was spinning but the hamster killed itself after writing a long winded suicide note to it's parents kind of empty. I mean he had a look on his face like a molestation victim, completely dead on the inside.
I just walked up to him, told him to piss off, and he just turned and walked off, I didn't even get the satisfaction of being told off, or even really responded to, he just turned and walked away. But god did it make me feel, for a lack of a better term, like I was tainted by the whole experience, like a fraction of the emptiness from him seeping onto me. Right now I'm drinking a beer and wangsting about it on my blog, and you guys can't stop me.
Fuck it, I'm still reading up on Make it Count, might get caught up in a few days, but the big game is coming up and I got money on it. I am not going to let my self miss that for a blog. Besides I got to go get my son back to sleep because the baby-mama across the hall just slammed the door shut after a tirade with her mother and it woke my son up.
I'd figure if Slenderman was real, and I don't, I've have a month before something weird happened.
It's been 3 days...
Let me explain, so there I was at work with a friend of mine named Ryan, we both work there, which occurs to me I didn't say what I did for a living but, meh. So were sitting there chating on a short break in our cubicles when lo and behold, I noticed he has the operator sign, you know the (x) thing? taped to the wall above his moniter.
I don't know if I just never noticed it before or if it was new.
So I didn't think much of it, I mean he's the guy who got me into the whole Slenderman deal in the first place, in what I might add, the most dickish way possible. I'll explain if someone asks about what that means.
So anyways, I ask him about it, I'm all like "Hey cool operator sign you got there Ryan"
I should have noticed how much like shit he looked today, or lately for that matter.
He just kinda looked sheepishly away and muttered "Oh yeah, it's pretty cool, I guess" before turning and starting to pretend to work. Keep in mind this dude is built like a brick house, and that i'm proud to say that i've known him for going on 11 years now, hell he introduced me to my wife, and in turn when he needed one, I pulled strings to get him a job. What I'm trying to say is, Ryan and I go way back, and he was not himself today.
"Something you want to talk about?" I went ahead and asked
"Oh no, I'm fine, everything's fine, no worries" he just replied quietly. Ryan, all 6'5" of him, meekly replied to my question.
Of course that's just the set up for the real weird shit thing to happen at work today. Because i'm not a small guy myself, I'm 6'3" with an alright build, Ryan and I sometimes get called to help with some heavy lifting, good old labor backrounds there, but today, it was my boss asking me to go run some kid in a black hooded sweatshirt out of the parking lot.
So who am I to say no when it comes to running off some teenager who was clearly skipping classes to stare at the building right? I would have chose a mall arcade myself, but to each there own.
I regret it.... god help me I do. I mean the kid wasn't violent, or "Sinister" in any real respect, he just looked... I guess empty, like the wheel was spinning but the hamster killed itself after writing a long winded suicide note to it's parents kind of empty. I mean he had a look on his face like a molestation victim, completely dead on the inside.
I just walked up to him, told him to piss off, and he just turned and walked off, I didn't even get the satisfaction of being told off, or even really responded to, he just turned and walked away. But god did it make me feel, for a lack of a better term, like I was tainted by the whole experience, like a fraction of the emptiness from him seeping onto me. Right now I'm drinking a beer and wangsting about it on my blog, and you guys can't stop me.
Fuck it, I'm still reading up on Make it Count, might get caught up in a few days, but the big game is coming up and I got money on it. I am not going to let my self miss that for a blog. Besides I got to go get my son back to sleep because the baby-mama across the hall just slammed the door shut after a tirade with her mother and it woke my son up.
Friday, February 3, 2012
My feelings about "The Tutorial"
Okay so as a I posted last night, I finished reading The Tutorial, which thanks to FC who commented on one of my past posts, I now know has a picked up on a different blog.
So the whole thing left me fatigued, I mean I read books, and watch web-comics, but, I honestly felt concern as time went on for M, I mean Zeke was a cop, he could take care of himself, but M as far as I could tell was a self-made homeless man because of his experiences. In other words I felt tired afterwards out of concern for the person, not character, person involved in the blog.
Reading what he wrote left me to believe that M is a deeply emotionally scarred individual, in as such as he strongly felt he couldn't ever be near other people for two long, even towards the end when he was at the place of a deaf college student named Bondie, for once in his life at some semblance of peace that I just knew in my heart of hearts wouldn't last.
I've put both squeals to the blogs I touched on in a sort of "To read" list, for right now, I'm going to read Make It Count next, to have some kind of continuity for the blogs. I've gathered that so I can really keep following Zeke's story to it's hopefully non tragic end, I should really read Dreams in Darkness first, but if I'm understanding it correctly is going to be an incredibly dark story. I feel I need to put that one off for now, or just watch the cliff-notes from ComplieTruth again.
I'll say this though if I was to ever become a runner, and I'm not saying I ever will because I don't believe Slenderman is real, I would follow the three rules he laid out, although I'm not much for heights.
My son's bugging me to pay attention to him, I'll post more again soon.
So the whole thing left me fatigued, I mean I read books, and watch web-comics, but, I honestly felt concern as time went on for M, I mean Zeke was a cop, he could take care of himself, but M as far as I could tell was a self-made homeless man because of his experiences. In other words I felt tired afterwards out of concern for the person, not character, person involved in the blog.
Reading what he wrote left me to believe that M is a deeply emotionally scarred individual, in as such as he strongly felt he couldn't ever be near other people for two long, even towards the end when he was at the place of a deaf college student named Bondie, for once in his life at some semblance of peace that I just knew in my heart of hearts wouldn't last.
I've put both squeals to the blogs I touched on in a sort of "To read" list, for right now, I'm going to read Make It Count next, to have some kind of continuity for the blogs. I've gathered that so I can really keep following Zeke's story to it's hopefully non tragic end, I should really read Dreams in Darkness first, but if I'm understanding it correctly is going to be an incredibly dark story. I feel I need to put that one off for now, or just watch the cliff-notes from ComplieTruth again.
I'll say this though if I was to ever become a runner, and I'm not saying I ever will because I don't believe Slenderman is real, I would follow the three rules he laid out, although I'm not much for heights.
My son's bugging me to pay attention to him, I'll post more again soon.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
So I just finshed The Tutorial....
Or to be specific, where The Tutorial stops, I mean this M guy just fell off the planet it seems, the more I read into this the more, well honestly, unnerved I get, and I don't mean because the crazy bitch across the hall won't stop screaming at her daughter at all hours of the night. Or the balls-out creepy soundng wind outside right now.
The whole thing feels interconnected somehow. Zeke, M, Dr. Cairo Zelphest, and others I've read about, just feel more real than allot of other character's I've read, I mean holy crap I actually asked "Lya" from H(a)unting for an interview, not the author of the blog, but the actual character.
and I just talked about all of the people above like they were real people, without irony.
......
I honestly feel silly for it, I mean I'm 30 years old, I have a wife and a son, a full time job, I can't go letting myself believe in a fairytale such as this. I honestly believe in ghosts, I believe, to the point of nightmares, that we have been visited by aliens, but Slenderman is pushing the limits of my suspension of belief.
But here I am, sitting in arm's reach of two knives, a bokken, and and a frying pan. Way not to be sucked in Paul-me-boy.
I clearly need to just go sleep it off, yeah because work is tiring and shit, but it's great for the old perspective, which I need right about now.
The whole thing feels interconnected somehow. Zeke, M, Dr. Cairo Zelphest, and others I've read about, just feel more real than allot of other character's I've read, I mean holy crap I actually asked "Lya" from H(a)unting for an interview, not the author of the blog, but the actual character.
and I just talked about all of the people above like they were real people, without irony.
......
I honestly feel silly for it, I mean I'm 30 years old, I have a wife and a son, a full time job, I can't go letting myself believe in a fairytale such as this. I honestly believe in ghosts, I believe, to the point of nightmares, that we have been visited by aliens, but Slenderman is pushing the limits of my suspension of belief.
But here I am, sitting in arm's reach of two knives, a bokken, and and a frying pan. Way not to be sucked in Paul-me-boy.
I clearly need to just go sleep it off, yeah because work is tiring and shit, but it's great for the old perspective, which I need right about now.
"Seeking Truth" review
The one thing that always got my attention about the slenderblogs over the Vlogs is how they can cross genre's so easily, we got "Observe and report" which is like "X-com meets Eldrich horror", is an example.
Since this blog ended in 2010, the stature of limitations for spoilers has past so obviously stop reading if you haven't read this blog.
So we have the well written "Seeking Truth" which is a police mystery crossed with the Slenderman Mythos.
So "Seeking truth" is about "Zeke", a police detective talked into starting a personal blog by his partner and lover Lizzie. Now of course I wouldn't be writing this if it didn't have HIM in it, so lets break it down.
The case in this well, case, is regarding a series of missing teenagers who seemingly only have the operator symbol, and some related hallucinations in common, we have the depressed teenager with the drunk mother, the upbeat and happy teenager, and the despondent Sam, three people with nothing in common.
Zeke, who is in a word, a badass, eventually finds a suspect on the form of Conaghan, a long suspected Pedophile with a ton of cash and good PR, who uses both to prevent convictions for his crimes.
Of course this wouldn't be a good Slenderman if old Slendy didn't start messing with there lives, starting with the disappearance of a third minor character named Eric, who honestly feels written in to be a victim, has a tragic back story about a murdered partner.
Eventually his own partner Lizzie, who also has a tragic past, becomes more of a victim, becoming increasingly obsessed with the stories such as Marble Hornets and Just another fool, which I'll touch on in a different report, eventually starts having a mental breakdown, which really came to a head after a trip to the carnival where it's later revealed that she saw Slenderman there.
Long story short, Conagham is revealed as a proxy, Lizzie dies in Zeke's arms, and Conagham is later seemingly murdered in cold blood by Zeke, and Eric's body is found.
The real twist at the end was the post posted by an FBI agent, who reveals that Zeke might not have been completely honest with us all, with a shotgunned body being found in a trashcan and Zeke missing and on the run.
So there were questions left at the end, who was the dead man in the trashcan? Is Zeke really seeing what he was posting as, or is he crazy? Turns out there was a Squeal blog called The Mystic that is a followup to the story here, I have not had a chance to read it, but believe me I will.
So I have one issue with the story however, being, why would an FBI agent crack Zeke's blog just to post that "Zeke killed a man and hid the body in the trash" as well as recapping for a captive audience what apparently happened to the warehouse?
I believe in closure, but he keeps writing under a different blog. This would of been better posted on said new blog with him saying "I'm on the run, they found a body in my trashcan, the warehouse went up in flames, both Eric and Conagham are dead" and kept telling the story from there.
Overall, a damn great story from a far better writer than I am. I still would like to talk to Zeke, but I don't have a way to contact him? Can anyone help there? I know this is all in character but come on, how hard is it to post a contact e-mail address?
EDIT: Turns out really should not write in the morning just after waking up. I just proffread this mess of a review durring my break at work.
Since this blog ended in 2010, the stature of limitations for spoilers has past so obviously stop reading if you haven't read this blog.
So we have the well written "Seeking Truth" which is a police mystery crossed with the Slenderman Mythos.
So "Seeking truth" is about "Zeke", a police detective talked into starting a personal blog by his partner and lover Lizzie. Now of course I wouldn't be writing this if it didn't have HIM in it, so lets break it down.
The case in this well, case, is regarding a series of missing teenagers who seemingly only have the operator symbol, and some related hallucinations in common, we have the depressed teenager with the drunk mother, the upbeat and happy teenager, and the despondent Sam, three people with nothing in common.
Zeke, who is in a word, a badass, eventually finds a suspect on the form of Conaghan, a long suspected Pedophile with a ton of cash and good PR, who uses both to prevent convictions for his crimes.
Of course this wouldn't be a good Slenderman if old Slendy didn't start messing with there lives, starting with the disappearance of a third minor character named Eric, who honestly feels written in to be a victim, has a tragic back story about a murdered partner.
Eventually his own partner Lizzie, who also has a tragic past, becomes more of a victim, becoming increasingly obsessed with the stories such as Marble Hornets and Just another fool, which I'll touch on in a different report, eventually starts having a mental breakdown, which really came to a head after a trip to the carnival where it's later revealed that she saw Slenderman there.
Long story short, Conagham is revealed as a proxy, Lizzie dies in Zeke's arms, and Conagham is later seemingly murdered in cold blood by Zeke, and Eric's body is found.
The real twist at the end was the post posted by an FBI agent, who reveals that Zeke might not have been completely honest with us all, with a shotgunned body being found in a trashcan and Zeke missing and on the run.
So there were questions left at the end, who was the dead man in the trashcan? Is Zeke really seeing what he was posting as, or is he crazy? Turns out there was a Squeal blog called The Mystic that is a followup to the story here, I have not had a chance to read it, but believe me I will.
So I have one issue with the story however, being, why would an FBI agent crack Zeke's blog just to post that "Zeke killed a man and hid the body in the trash" as well as recapping for a captive audience what apparently happened to the warehouse?
I believe in closure, but he keeps writing under a different blog. This would of been better posted on said new blog with him saying "I'm on the run, they found a body in my trashcan, the warehouse went up in flames, both Eric and Conagham are dead" and kept telling the story from there.
Overall, a damn great story from a far better writer than I am. I still would like to talk to Zeke, but I don't have a way to contact him? Can anyone help there? I know this is all in character but come on, how hard is it to post a contact e-mail address?
EDIT: Turns out really should not write in the morning just after waking up. I just proffread this mess of a review durring my break at work.
Do you want to know what's awesome
Getting a full nights sleep, no really, I don't know what kind of freaky dreams my son was having last night, but he woke up 3 more times and eventually ended up in bed with my wife and I, now he's up almost a full hour before I wanted to be up.
Working on a Seeking truth review, does anyone know how to get in touch with this Zeke guy? The story feels so real and I would like to know what his inspiration is.
Working on a Seeking truth review, does anyone know how to get in touch with this Zeke guy? The story feels so real and I would like to know what his inspiration is.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
The problem with allot of the Blogs is
That people just stop writing them, Saw that Seeking Truth and The Tutorial, don't end, rather they just kinda stop.... it also makes it a royal bitch to find an active one to advertise reviews on...
Don't worry guys i'll try to stay in character on there.
Would post more but my son is crying again, what the hell is with him tonight I have no idea.
Don't worry guys i'll try to stay in character on there.
Would post more but my son is crying again, what the hell is with him tonight I have no idea.
First!!!
Okay bear with me, I'm new to this whole Bloging thing, and I'm probbly going to make a few typos here or there.
So who am I for now call me Soulpatched. No i'm not trying to make some deep meaningfull screen name that reeks of angst or emo rage. I have a soulpatch for a beard. That's the only reason I bothered with this name.
So what's the point of this blog? Well a few weeks ago I got crazy into the Slenderman mythos, I mean holy shit am I into this, It's amazing to see so many people sink such creativity into creating such an amazing myth as the Slenderman.
So I want to talk about it, mostly about the story's i'm reading that really got my attention. I'll post future blog posts about each one but to sum it up, this is what I'm reading or read (or watching, the Vlogs are great too).
In not particular order are
MarbleHornets which if I gathered correctly is the sort of original Slenderman story out side of the SA thread, this is what got me into this, I mean, I wasn't even sure it was fake when I first started watching this, it wasn't until I read about the SA thread did I know for sure, it hit episode 52 recently, and just wow, it is intense. as a side note, allot of the stories span more than one you-tube channel, this one also has Totheark which I figure is a mysterious cryptic person(?) feeding the character Jay's need to push forward.
Also another one I'm watching actively is EverymanHYBRID which I'm linking to the Wiki rather than any given channel, there's just no way to follow a story this complex without going through the timeline. This is good because there's multiple character's and I won't spoil this, but the episode entitled "Jesse" is really damn intense. damn awesome really.
Wrapping this up is both TribeTwelve and CompileTRUTH, which I just got caught up on there archives, Noah is an interesting character, and the protagonist from ComplieTruth, kinda got me interested in a few of the written out blogs and a YouTube story called MLAndersen0 which shows promise.
So as for the blogs, I haven't hit those as much, I read through Just Another Fool as well as Observe and Terminate, other than that I think I'll read some of the stuff referenced by Dr Cairo of CompileTruth and see if I get into those as well.
So I think that's a good enough intro, so if you guys have any other suggestions for me let me know, I won't post much at first except for when my wife and son are in bed, but hey I can read up on my phone on breaks at work.
So who am I for now call me Soulpatched. No i'm not trying to make some deep meaningfull screen name that reeks of angst or emo rage. I have a soulpatch for a beard. That's the only reason I bothered with this name.
So what's the point of this blog? Well a few weeks ago I got crazy into the Slenderman mythos, I mean holy shit am I into this, It's amazing to see so many people sink such creativity into creating such an amazing myth as the Slenderman.
So I want to talk about it, mostly about the story's i'm reading that really got my attention. I'll post future blog posts about each one but to sum it up, this is what I'm reading or read (or watching, the Vlogs are great too).
In not particular order are
MarbleHornets which if I gathered correctly is the sort of original Slenderman story out side of the SA thread, this is what got me into this, I mean, I wasn't even sure it was fake when I first started watching this, it wasn't until I read about the SA thread did I know for sure, it hit episode 52 recently, and just wow, it is intense. as a side note, allot of the stories span more than one you-tube channel, this one also has Totheark which I figure is a mysterious cryptic person(?) feeding the character Jay's need to push forward.
Also another one I'm watching actively is EverymanHYBRID which I'm linking to the Wiki rather than any given channel, there's just no way to follow a story this complex without going through the timeline. This is good because there's multiple character's and I won't spoil this, but the episode entitled "Jesse" is really damn intense. damn awesome really.
Wrapping this up is both TribeTwelve and CompileTRUTH, which I just got caught up on there archives, Noah is an interesting character, and the protagonist from ComplieTruth, kinda got me interested in a few of the written out blogs and a YouTube story called MLAndersen0 which shows promise.
So as for the blogs, I haven't hit those as much, I read through Just Another Fool as well as Observe and Terminate, other than that I think I'll read some of the stuff referenced by Dr Cairo of CompileTruth and see if I get into those as well.
So I think that's a good enough intro, so if you guys have any other suggestions for me let me know, I won't post much at first except for when my wife and son are in bed, but hey I can read up on my phone on breaks at work.
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