We made it back yesterday, I quickly got in touch with some friends, and found couch for the two of us to stay on until we reestablish ourselves in town...
3 friends of mine, all roommates, Roland, a Tacoma Police officer, Michael, who works at a local gaming store, and his girlfriend Angel (I don't think that's her real name) who is apparently a registered nurse...
So, a bad ass, a nerd, and a medic....
It's bad I'm labeling people in terms of combat usefulness, I've been fighting for too long....
Well lets just say there's three questions I'm already tired of...
"What the fuck happened to your eye!?!"
"Where the fuck have you been!?!"
"Who's the Jail-bait?"
Jokingly I answered "Combine accident, Cairo murdering the president of Spain with a fork, and my 'Professional style' student in the ancient art of assassination"
They were not amused.... so I told them the truth
"I got my eye ripped out by a man who brainwashed me into thinking I was married with child, and was also my brother, I was in Pittsburgh hunting him down so I could kill him with a super evil black Bokken, and this girl was rescued from the monster that my brother served, and joined me to get away from an abusive family"
Oddly enough they thought that story was the less likely of the two.... But all of them kept there distance, except Angel who check my eye every once in a while and suggested that I "eat more" or "get more sleep"
However... there has been one thing I need to followup on... this is critical... A rumor that Roland had told me....
He said that he had heard that Maya was back on town.... I need to investigate this right now...
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Saturday, June 9, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Memory 2
Okay so several days ago I opted to post about how I met my wife, to compare and contrast, I'll post the differences in a sort of timeline at the end of the post.
Well unlike the last post where Maya remembers my college grant falling through, I do remember starting college early on in 2006, yeah yeah, I started college late at around 25, I spent allot of time at home helping my dad with his dinner, so sue me.
Alright, so, I want to say before my second quarter there, I only made it through 2 full quarters before the grant fell through in this timeline, I fell in with a group of like minded people....
Okay they were LARPer's and SCA folk, I mean hell as we established I'm a trained Kendo practitioner, I won't claim to be qualified to teach it, but it's been a long time Hobby of mine, for at least the last 7 years, Ironically this was true in both timelines. so 2005, I started Kendo classes.
The nerd quotient was high with us, We would every third weekend of the month, take these PVC pipe's Wrap them up in foam and duck tape, and beat the spit out of each other in one of the nearby parks for a few hours, having fun, mostly....
At one of these events, I met the woman I would eventually marry...
God we must of looked ridiculous there, here I am in some Ren-Fair getup, wearing a pained barrel plastic chest plate sitting and have drinks with a woman in what could be described politely as a some-watt "Revealing" dress...we really hit it off, well as well as we can
Heh... Yeah turns out she was there with her brother... A big... ugly, son of a bitch.
I'm of course talking about Ryan..... Okay yeah I didn't mention that before now, sorry, for some reason it didn't seem to mater who she was related to, I guess that helps explain a bit of Ryan's anger right?
Hell I knew the guy at that point for about... oh... well heck I'm thinking 5 years at that point, I didn't even know he had a sister, he never brought her up, and she was just back from college back east.
So he walks up rather pissed and tells me that "If you wanted to get to know my sister, your going to have to fight me for the right"
Well who the hell am I going to say no, Lets ignore the fact that he had started Kendo around that time as well, he never rode it as far as I did, but at the time, we were equals at it.
So there I was dueling for the affections of my best friends sister, we fought it out for what felt like an hour, but in the Late-spring sun, something rare in Tacoma, we didn't care, the dual was long and hard, and just when he was about to defeat me, I got the final blow, I rolled out of his overheads chop, clipped him in the back of his knees and took his head.
Later Ryan would tell me that he was secretly okay with me talking to his sister, because at least he knew I was a good man, unlike other guys she's dated.
As the evening wore on, the three of us, had dinner, at a familiar diner that Maya had mentioned, my Wife and I would go there many times in the next few years, before it went under in 2009...
The year we god married....
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Sorry for dropping that Ryan, I know you asked me not to mention it but, it's important if i'm going to sort all this out, and frankly, I think it would help explain your motivations for wanting to find and wipe out this second proxy, I know you think it's Maya, but we don't know that yet.
Okay as you might have noticed this story creates a major hole that needs addressed, as I recall mentioning, My wife's family, doesn't remember me, except for Ryan, who does remember me, I think he still remembers me because of the lost girlfriend he mentioned, Sarah.
Ryan and I have both lost to the proxy's, were just handling it differently I suppose.
Okay now that we got the "How we met" stuff out of the way, here's a time line of collected events, I left my wife's and son's vanishing out of it for now. because, well I don't know, it feels wrong to time line that. I'll add to it as time rolls on, as you can see a few events match up. Ryan's an ace card I'm keeping in the wings, I won't ask Maya about him until the need comes up.
Year
2001 - (October) I meet Ryan in an online gaming chat (Wife-line)
2005 - (March) Started Kendo Classes (Both-Lines)
2006 - (January) Stated college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (May) Met wife at college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (September) Started work at the Plastic factory (wife-line)
2007
2008 - (December)Met Maya in Diner (Maya-Line)
2008
2009 - (June) The diner burned down (Both-Lines?)
2009 - (July) I get married to my wife (Wife-Line)
2010 - (March) My son is born (Wife-Line)
2011 - (July) Got inked with Hoody and Maya (Maya-Line)
2012 - (February) ****THE BLOG STARTS HERE****
Unless something comes up, my next post will be in a few days, about Maya's story about our first date. The Concert.
Well unlike the last post where Maya remembers my college grant falling through, I do remember starting college early on in 2006, yeah yeah, I started college late at around 25, I spent allot of time at home helping my dad with his dinner, so sue me.
Alright, so, I want to say before my second quarter there, I only made it through 2 full quarters before the grant fell through in this timeline, I fell in with a group of like minded people....
Okay they were LARPer's and SCA folk, I mean hell as we established I'm a trained Kendo practitioner, I won't claim to be qualified to teach it, but it's been a long time Hobby of mine, for at least the last 7 years, Ironically this was true in both timelines. so 2005, I started Kendo classes.
The nerd quotient was high with us, We would every third weekend of the month, take these PVC pipe's Wrap them up in foam and duck tape, and beat the spit out of each other in one of the nearby parks for a few hours, having fun, mostly....
At one of these events, I met the woman I would eventually marry...
God we must of looked ridiculous there, here I am in some Ren-Fair getup, wearing a pained barrel plastic chest plate sitting and have drinks with a woman in what could be described politely as a some-watt "Revealing" dress...we really hit it off, well as well as we can
Heh... Yeah turns out she was there with her brother... A big... ugly, son of a bitch.
I'm of course talking about Ryan..... Okay yeah I didn't mention that before now, sorry, for some reason it didn't seem to mater who she was related to, I guess that helps explain a bit of Ryan's anger right?
Hell I knew the guy at that point for about... oh... well heck I'm thinking 5 years at that point, I didn't even know he had a sister, he never brought her up, and she was just back from college back east.
So he walks up rather pissed and tells me that "If you wanted to get to know my sister, your going to have to fight me for the right"
Well who the hell am I going to say no, Lets ignore the fact that he had started Kendo around that time as well, he never rode it as far as I did, but at the time, we were equals at it.
So there I was dueling for the affections of my best friends sister, we fought it out for what felt like an hour, but in the Late-spring sun, something rare in Tacoma, we didn't care, the dual was long and hard, and just when he was about to defeat me, I got the final blow, I rolled out of his overheads chop, clipped him in the back of his knees and took his head.
Later Ryan would tell me that he was secretly okay with me talking to his sister, because at least he knew I was a good man, unlike other guys she's dated.
As the evening wore on, the three of us, had dinner, at a familiar diner that Maya had mentioned, my Wife and I would go there many times in the next few years, before it went under in 2009...
The year we god married....
.
.
.
.
Sorry for dropping that Ryan, I know you asked me not to mention it but, it's important if i'm going to sort all this out, and frankly, I think it would help explain your motivations for wanting to find and wipe out this second proxy, I know you think it's Maya, but we don't know that yet.
Okay as you might have noticed this story creates a major hole that needs addressed, as I recall mentioning, My wife's family, doesn't remember me, except for Ryan, who does remember me, I think he still remembers me because of the lost girlfriend he mentioned, Sarah.
Ryan and I have both lost to the proxy's, were just handling it differently I suppose.
Okay now that we got the "How we met" stuff out of the way, here's a time line of collected events, I left my wife's and son's vanishing out of it for now. because, well I don't know, it feels wrong to time line that. I'll add to it as time rolls on, as you can see a few events match up. Ryan's an ace card I'm keeping in the wings, I won't ask Maya about him until the need comes up.
Year
2001 - (October) I meet Ryan in an online gaming chat (Wife-line)
2005 - (March) Started Kendo Classes (Both-Lines)
2006 - (January) Stated college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (May) Met wife at college (Wife-Line)
2006 - (September) Started work at the Plastic factory (wife-line)
2007
2008 - (December)Met Maya in Diner (Maya-Line)
2008
2009 - (June) The diner burned down (Both-Lines?)
2009 - (July) I get married to my wife (Wife-Line)
2010 - (March) My son is born (Wife-Line)
2011 - (July) Got inked with Hoody and Maya (Maya-Line)
2012 - (February) ****THE BLOG STARTS HERE****
Unless something comes up, my next post will be in a few days, about Maya's story about our first date. The Concert.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Memory
So here's Maya's story about how we met, as I promised... It really... sounds nice you know?
She tells me about the day we met... We had met in a Diner, just like I had posted previously, that she was working at the time, she was living at home with family, and I was still at a point where I struggling to make due here in Tacoma, living check by check, living off noodles and the like. so far this matches up.
It had been apparently one of those rare cases I could afford to go out to eat, and it was apparently breakfast, at the time I worked Graveyard for a steel factory, and frankly, the pay sucked at the time, so I had just scraped enough together to enjoy a proper breakfast, and there she was, talking about some concert she was saving up for, that she was probably not going to because of some dick she was dating at the time had been caught with, what she politely called "a former friend"
I remember that time well, the band was AC/DC... this would have place this day around December 2008, I was probably still wearing around that torn up dark grey coat, because I couldn't afford one, I can see my self as, well wearing aged clothed, faded pants, probably sporting a five o'clock shadow since I didn't shave daily back then, probably had some bags under my eyes since I was just off work, didn't work the next day, so I'd stay up and get some running around town, by bus of course, I couldn't afford the car yet, likely paying bills, and what have you.
I actually called bullshit as to what happened next, I remember myself being the listening type, not the speak up and butt into a conversation type.
I had reportedly said, sipping on coffee "Then why don't you take someone else, I mean you want to go to the concert right? Is the person going with you really going to make the concert that much better?"
Maya chuckles and said she must of had the biggest "what the fuck" face ever but she smiled "Oh and your bum ass would know about a getting cheated on?"
I laughed, probably sleep deprived "Oh you poor girl, if I look homeless to you then I really do need to go shopping for some new clothes" I must of been a riot at this point.
Now this next part sounds like me, "Okay kiddo, I know that you haven't joined the real world yet, if the best complaint you can come up with is 'oh no, I don't have a date to the concert this weekend', then you got it pretty easy. I work 44 hours a week at a steel factory, because my college grant didn't come through, so I can't even afford to move back home. This humble breakfast I'm finishing up probably took about 3 weeks to save up for. But hey, not being able to go see the Jonas Brothers because your boy toy was sucking face was 'Mary Rotten-crotch' is pretty serious though."
I'd feel pretty smug from just dressing a girl like that down, but then she asked me, in what I'm sure was in a way that would have blown my fucking mind at that point "Alright then, what are you doing this weekend?"
I blinked then asked "Why do you want to know?"
She had apparently then smirked this cute little smirk and asked "Because I'd bet your the type who'd like AC/DC"
Well of course at this point, I'm told it would have been rude to say no, I gave her the number to the shitty camera-less ten key to low tech for a color screen, cellphone I was using, she gives me the number for the clam-shell styled full qwerty keyboarded dual screened phone that was considered top of the line at the time. and I tell her "I'll let you know when I wake up, I'm going home and going to bed till later on today"
I'll pick her story up to that weekend another time, but I want to post some of my own memories to the blog in a day or so... About how I met my wife.
She tells me about the day we met... We had met in a Diner, just like I had posted previously, that she was working at the time, she was living at home with family, and I was still at a point where I struggling to make due here in Tacoma, living check by check, living off noodles and the like. so far this matches up.
It had been apparently one of those rare cases I could afford to go out to eat, and it was apparently breakfast, at the time I worked Graveyard for a steel factory, and frankly, the pay sucked at the time, so I had just scraped enough together to enjoy a proper breakfast, and there she was, talking about some concert she was saving up for, that she was probably not going to because of some dick she was dating at the time had been caught with, what she politely called "a former friend"
I remember that time well, the band was AC/DC... this would have place this day around December 2008, I was probably still wearing around that torn up dark grey coat, because I couldn't afford one, I can see my self as, well wearing aged clothed, faded pants, probably sporting a five o'clock shadow since I didn't shave daily back then, probably had some bags under my eyes since I was just off work, didn't work the next day, so I'd stay up and get some running around town, by bus of course, I couldn't afford the car yet, likely paying bills, and what have you.
I actually called bullshit as to what happened next, I remember myself being the listening type, not the speak up and butt into a conversation type.
I had reportedly said, sipping on coffee "Then why don't you take someone else, I mean you want to go to the concert right? Is the person going with you really going to make the concert that much better?"
Maya chuckles and said she must of had the biggest "what the fuck" face ever but she smiled "Oh and your bum ass would know about a getting cheated on?"
I laughed, probably sleep deprived "Oh you poor girl, if I look homeless to you then I really do need to go shopping for some new clothes" I must of been a riot at this point.
Now this next part sounds like me, "Okay kiddo, I know that you haven't joined the real world yet, if the best complaint you can come up with is 'oh no, I don't have a date to the concert this weekend', then you got it pretty easy. I work 44 hours a week at a steel factory, because my college grant didn't come through, so I can't even afford to move back home. This humble breakfast I'm finishing up probably took about 3 weeks to save up for. But hey, not being able to go see the Jonas Brothers because your boy toy was sucking face was 'Mary Rotten-crotch' is pretty serious though."
I'd feel pretty smug from just dressing a girl like that down, but then she asked me, in what I'm sure was in a way that would have blown my fucking mind at that point "Alright then, what are you doing this weekend?"
I blinked then asked "Why do you want to know?"
She had apparently then smirked this cute little smirk and asked "Because I'd bet your the type who'd like AC/DC"
Well of course at this point, I'm told it would have been rude to say no, I gave her the number to the shitty camera-less ten key to low tech for a color screen, cellphone I was using, she gives me the number for the clam-shell styled full qwerty keyboarded dual screened phone that was considered top of the line at the time. and I tell her "I'll let you know when I wake up, I'm going home and going to bed till later on today"
I'll pick her story up to that weekend another time, but I want to post some of my own memories to the blog in a day or so... About how I met my wife.
Truth
Maya Had apparently lied about contacting Hoody while I was in Levenworth....
She somehow thought this was a good thing, that I wouldn't freak the unholy fuck out about this at all.
She got lucky....
Lucky I don't care the god damn gun around the house or I would probably have to explain why I shot a got damn teenager who showed up at random at my door, completely unarmed and wearing a hoody...
Well my last name is not Zimmerman so I don't think I would have gotten away with it, hey I just wanted you all to know I was thinking of the unfortunate implications of what I'm typing.
So anyways, I learned they were in contact, while Maya was forcing me to watch damn near clockwork orange style some bubbly anime about Japanese girls in high school.
Then again she introduced me to some show called Berserk, so yeah it's not a complete loss.
Anyways, back on topic, she actually invited Hoody, without telling me, while you know, I'm still... What's the word.... Oh yeah, FUCKING PARANOID, about the idea that I potentially false memories of a missing family, and the guy I suspected was the cause, showed up at my door..
So I of course opened the door, saw him there, whipped a switch blade out, and took a pose that screamed "Fucking bring it"...
It really does occur to me, that I have way to many god damn weapons around my apartment, I mean I've had most of these from before it hit the fan around here.
His rebuttal was to hold up a bag containing a 6 pack of root-beer and ice-cream, and a copy of the Wii game Dokapon Kingdom..
I swear to god if If this had happened yesterday, none of you would have believed me.
So I put the knife up, I mean if he brought video games and the ingredients to Root beer floats, then hell I'd had better let him in.
I mean the whole thing was a bit awkward, Hoody was... well quiet... Maya was gloating in the fact she had been kicking my ass, it wasn't until the second float of the night for me, and the third time Maya had shaved my avatar's head and renamed my character "COCKMONGER" (I'm not making this up, the girl anit right) did we actually start talking.
Antonio came out and said that he wasn't the one behind what happened to my family, but he knew who was, but he didn't want to tell me who it was, something about me "Not being ready" and was unsure if I knew this second proxy or not.
I polity let him know that I only knew one Proxy, and he just jacked another one of my towns, and that I would get that fucker back once I unlocked my demon form thing (I'm still not making this up, this game is awesome)
At the end of the night, Hoody had left, leaving Maya and I alone. You know while he was in my place he had his hood off, and only put it back on once he left, he had the Tattoo like Maya and I do.
I asked Maya in the calmest most understanding tone this question can come off as "Maya seriously what the fuck?"
She had replied simply "What did you want me to do? Hide the fact I was in contact with him? Especially when he's the closest thing we have to someone on the inside? We need help if were going to find out what erased your memories."
Frustrated slightly I stated "How do we know it was my memories that were altered? It could have been yours that were altered for all we know"
Maya stepped into my personal space "What do you remember Paul, tell me" She put her hands in mine and looks into my eyes "Please..."
I'm some-watt pissed off at myself for what happened next... I gave into this to easily... if she's the second proxy... then I was playing right into her plan...
"I... remember... a Wife.... and a Son.... Everything was different" I cringe when I realize I had let it slip. but at the same time it was a relief to let my self admit that I remember my family, even if I'm the only ones on earth to remember this
Maya to her credit, well she really is amazing, rather than freak out or overreact that I kept this back from her, sat me down on the credits, and holding my hands in front of me as she sat on the floor in front of me, just asked me "Tell me about them Paul..."
I tell her everything, she way her hair would always be in front of her face in the morning, the way my son would saw "I You" because he couldn't figure out how to say "I love you".
I tell her about the wedding, the church it was in, I tell her about the day my son was born, how I carried him all the way to the nursery ward, I tell him how I melted the first time he opened his eyes and looked at me, the cute mewing noise he made, the fact that he snored by the time he was 2.... or the fact that he was barely 6 lbs at birth, and would eat about 3 ounces of formula at a time.
I tell her about my first date with my wife, the first time we met in college, the moment we realized we were in love, the first time we broke up, for all of 6 hours before we were back together, apologizing for it all. I remember the look on her face when I told her I wanted to spend the rest of my days with her.
Maya just sat there and smiles stroking my hand, not upset, but understanding... if she's telling the truth, then she... we probably had to go through this once before with Hoody...
When I'm done unleashing these bottled up memories, she smiles and hugs me, she says she understands now why I haven't wanted to tell her this. She tells me it's going to be painful sorting out what was real, and what was fiction, but I had helped her sort it all out for Antonio, and she would help me sort it all out.
For a second, I wanted to push her back and scream that it was real... but I didn't.... I asked her to tell me about us, our relationship... for the first time I allowed my self to open to the possibility, that my memories are fake.. I really do blame you for this Manic.. but I sit there, hugging her and listening.
I'll post her story, about the day we met later on after I go crash for about 10 hours.
She somehow thought this was a good thing, that I wouldn't freak the unholy fuck out about this at all.
She got lucky....
Lucky I don't care the god damn gun around the house or I would probably have to explain why I shot a got damn teenager who showed up at random at my door, completely unarmed and wearing a hoody...
Well my last name is not Zimmerman so I don't think I would have gotten away with it, hey I just wanted you all to know I was thinking of the unfortunate implications of what I'm typing.
So anyways, I learned they were in contact, while Maya was forcing me to watch damn near clockwork orange style some bubbly anime about Japanese girls in high school.
Then again she introduced me to some show called Berserk, so yeah it's not a complete loss.
Anyways, back on topic, she actually invited Hoody, without telling me, while you know, I'm still... What's the word.... Oh yeah, FUCKING PARANOID, about the idea that I potentially false memories of a missing family, and the guy I suspected was the cause, showed up at my door..
So I of course opened the door, saw him there, whipped a switch blade out, and took a pose that screamed "Fucking bring it"...
It really does occur to me, that I have way to many god damn weapons around my apartment, I mean I've had most of these from before it hit the fan around here.
His rebuttal was to hold up a bag containing a 6 pack of root-beer and ice-cream, and a copy of the Wii game Dokapon Kingdom..
I swear to god if If this had happened yesterday, none of you would have believed me.
So I put the knife up, I mean if he brought video games and the ingredients to Root beer floats, then hell I'd had better let him in.
I mean the whole thing was a bit awkward, Hoody was... well quiet... Maya was gloating in the fact she had been kicking my ass, it wasn't until the second float of the night for me, and the third time Maya had shaved my avatar's head and renamed my character "COCKMONGER" (I'm not making this up, the girl anit right) did we actually start talking.
Antonio came out and said that he wasn't the one behind what happened to my family, but he knew who was, but he didn't want to tell me who it was, something about me "Not being ready" and was unsure if I knew this second proxy or not.
I polity let him know that I only knew one Proxy, and he just jacked another one of my towns, and that I would get that fucker back once I unlocked my demon form thing (I'm still not making this up, this game is awesome)
At the end of the night, Hoody had left, leaving Maya and I alone. You know while he was in my place he had his hood off, and only put it back on once he left, he had the Tattoo like Maya and I do.
I asked Maya in the calmest most understanding tone this question can come off as "Maya seriously what the fuck?"
She had replied simply "What did you want me to do? Hide the fact I was in contact with him? Especially when he's the closest thing we have to someone on the inside? We need help if were going to find out what erased your memories."
Frustrated slightly I stated "How do we know it was my memories that were altered? It could have been yours that were altered for all we know"
Maya stepped into my personal space "What do you remember Paul, tell me" She put her hands in mine and looks into my eyes "Please..."
I'm some-watt pissed off at myself for what happened next... I gave into this to easily... if she's the second proxy... then I was playing right into her plan...
"I... remember... a Wife.... and a Son.... Everything was different" I cringe when I realize I had let it slip. but at the same time it was a relief to let my self admit that I remember my family, even if I'm the only ones on earth to remember this
Maya to her credit, well she really is amazing, rather than freak out or overreact that I kept this back from her, sat me down on the credits, and holding my hands in front of me as she sat on the floor in front of me, just asked me "Tell me about them Paul..."
I tell her everything, she way her hair would always be in front of her face in the morning, the way my son would saw "I You" because he couldn't figure out how to say "I love you".
I tell her about the wedding, the church it was in, I tell her about the day my son was born, how I carried him all the way to the nursery ward, I tell him how I melted the first time he opened his eyes and looked at me, the cute mewing noise he made, the fact that he snored by the time he was 2.... or the fact that he was barely 6 lbs at birth, and would eat about 3 ounces of formula at a time.
I tell her about my first date with my wife, the first time we met in college, the moment we realized we were in love, the first time we broke up, for all of 6 hours before we were back together, apologizing for it all. I remember the look on her face when I told her I wanted to spend the rest of my days with her.
Maya just sat there and smiles stroking my hand, not upset, but understanding... if she's telling the truth, then she... we probably had to go through this once before with Hoody...
When I'm done unleashing these bottled up memories, she smiles and hugs me, she says she understands now why I haven't wanted to tell her this. She tells me it's going to be painful sorting out what was real, and what was fiction, but I had helped her sort it all out for Antonio, and she would help me sort it all out.
For a second, I wanted to push her back and scream that it was real... but I didn't.... I asked her to tell me about us, our relationship... for the first time I allowed my self to open to the possibility, that my memories are fake.. I really do blame you for this Manic.. but I sit there, hugging her and listening.
I'll post her story, about the day we met later on after I go crash for about 10 hours.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Home
There's a few things I never mentioned, it didn't seem important at the time, but it's worth noting...
My home town, is a Wacky Bavarian themed village called Levenworth Wa, where my father lives with my kid sister, who's about 14... Samuel and Kacie....
I'm bringing this up because after what... what I almost did to Maya, that I needed to, well frankly run away from it all and go somewhere relaxing, and comfortable, I took a few days of vacation time, and I went home to see them. besides the good thing about growing up in a tourist trap, is I can disappear in it.
I took the tablet so I was still able to follow up and read everyone's blogs, but I ignored my own.
While I was there, I had a sit down talk with Dad, while he was working his restaurant up there, we had lunch with Kay and just talked....
He could tell I was sleeping like shit, and called me on it. I dodged what was going on with the Proxies and asked a few questions, he's the basics of the conversation.
"Hey dad, you remember Maya right?" I asked in between fries
"Yeah I remember her, the young thing you started dating.. what 4 years ago?"
Yes I did the math, I was 26 and she was... 19... which is in of itself creepy.
"Yeah it was actually" I had no idea.
"So um... Dad... Did I ever talk about children with you?"
My dad stopped and gave me a worried look? "You didn't knock her up did you?"
"NO.. No... no... Nothing like that, I was just wondering if I mentioned anything like that"
Kay was snickering at me while playing with her PSP...
"Well then why in the hell are you asking me about it?" Dad asked.
"I don't know dad, after mom and all I know I've been scarred about having a kid myself, because of..." I stop my self there, my sis had to go through some early life grief counseling because my mother had died during childbirth with her.
"I think your just worried about losing Maya, or are your worried about committing to her? You don't shut up about her, why are you worried about this with her?"
So I'm happy with her then? Could Hoody have got to my family as welll?
"I'm thinking about it Dad, she really is an amazing woman" I smile and say, I'm sure if I didn't have a missing family that I would be quite taken in by her.
That was the conversation, I spent the night with them, Helped my Dad with some of the cleaning around the house, spent some time playing Angry Birds with my sister on the tablet, it's okay I took down the Operator background down from it, and ended up coming home tonight.
I feel refreshed, honestly, just a little time away from it all really steeled my resolve. I feel, Calm.. Like the world makes a little sense, getting an outside perspective from someone I would confide in about Maya helped.
Of course if this all Proxy brainwashing, then who the fuck knows, that's what Ryan would say right?
Now that I'm back in Tacoma, Maya, who was trying to reach Hoody, or "Antonio" texted me to let me know she's had no luck, the guy's laying low... of course do I believe that?
What do I believe? Do I believe my memories? in the face of a whole world telling me there wrong? Do I believe my dad? Who might be just as brainwashed as everyone else? How about Ryan? who's out there building an army to "retake the city?"
I don't trust Maya, I don't remember her well enough to trust, and Ryan... he's pulling an "Alex" on me right now, so fuck all knows what's going on with him.
So let me get the responds from the last posts comments done....
Manic, I didn't get up in arms about the insulation about my family not existing, was, well your normally are spot on with your theories, I've known my family for a hell of a lot longer than I've known about the slenderman, they have to be real on those grounds alone.
Lucia, I know I said this once, but yeah I'm keeping as calm head on my shoulders now, I don't have a choice. If I lose it again, I might do something regretful and I want to leave this mess able to look myself in the mirror.
Ryan, play it cool man, I don't need the entire Tacoma PD knocking on my door because you got a mob together and lynched someone who might of been innocent, yes I know he's a proxy, but so what? If your reading other blogs, then you know not all of them are bad.
Now the next question on my mind, do I let Maya know about the blog? If Hoody, knows about the blog, does that mean she does as well?
My home town, is a Wacky Bavarian themed village called Levenworth Wa, where my father lives with my kid sister, who's about 14... Samuel and Kacie....
I'm bringing this up because after what... what I almost did to Maya, that I needed to, well frankly run away from it all and go somewhere relaxing, and comfortable, I took a few days of vacation time, and I went home to see them. besides the good thing about growing up in a tourist trap, is I can disappear in it.
I took the tablet so I was still able to follow up and read everyone's blogs, but I ignored my own.
While I was there, I had a sit down talk with Dad, while he was working his restaurant up there, we had lunch with Kay and just talked....
He could tell I was sleeping like shit, and called me on it. I dodged what was going on with the Proxies and asked a few questions, he's the basics of the conversation.
"Hey dad, you remember Maya right?" I asked in between fries
"Yeah I remember her, the young thing you started dating.. what 4 years ago?"
Yes I did the math, I was 26 and she was... 19... which is in of itself creepy.
"Yeah it was actually" I had no idea.
"So um... Dad... Did I ever talk about children with you?"
My dad stopped and gave me a worried look? "You didn't knock her up did you?"
"NO.. No... no... Nothing like that, I was just wondering if I mentioned anything like that"
Kay was snickering at me while playing with her PSP...
"Well then why in the hell are you asking me about it?" Dad asked.
"I don't know dad, after mom and all I know I've been scarred about having a kid myself, because of..." I stop my self there, my sis had to go through some early life grief counseling because my mother had died during childbirth with her.
"I think your just worried about losing Maya, or are your worried about committing to her? You don't shut up about her, why are you worried about this with her?"
So I'm happy with her then? Could Hoody have got to my family as welll?
"I'm thinking about it Dad, she really is an amazing woman" I smile and say, I'm sure if I didn't have a missing family that I would be quite taken in by her.
That was the conversation, I spent the night with them, Helped my Dad with some of the cleaning around the house, spent some time playing Angry Birds with my sister on the tablet, it's okay I took down the Operator background down from it, and ended up coming home tonight.
I feel refreshed, honestly, just a little time away from it all really steeled my resolve. I feel, Calm.. Like the world makes a little sense, getting an outside perspective from someone I would confide in about Maya helped.
Of course if this all Proxy brainwashing, then who the fuck knows, that's what Ryan would say right?
Now that I'm back in Tacoma, Maya, who was trying to reach Hoody, or "Antonio" texted me to let me know she's had no luck, the guy's laying low... of course do I believe that?
What do I believe? Do I believe my memories? in the face of a whole world telling me there wrong? Do I believe my dad? Who might be just as brainwashed as everyone else? How about Ryan? who's out there building an army to "retake the city?"
I don't trust Maya, I don't remember her well enough to trust, and Ryan... he's pulling an "Alex" on me right now, so fuck all knows what's going on with him.
So let me get the responds from the last posts comments done....
Manic, I didn't get up in arms about the insulation about my family not existing, was, well your normally are spot on with your theories, I've known my family for a hell of a lot longer than I've known about the slenderman, they have to be real on those grounds alone.
Lucia, I know I said this once, but yeah I'm keeping as calm head on my shoulders now, I don't have a choice. If I lose it again, I might do something regretful and I want to leave this mess able to look myself in the mirror.
Ryan, play it cool man, I don't need the entire Tacoma PD knocking on my door because you got a mob together and lynched someone who might of been innocent, yes I know he's a proxy, but so what? If your reading other blogs, then you know not all of them are bad.
Now the next question on my mind, do I let Maya know about the blog? If Hoody, knows about the blog, does that mean she does as well?
Sunday, March 18, 2012
I my organs were not harvested and put in trash bags.
Just wanted to get that out of the way before I go any further....
So before I get into how the last couple days went, I want to address a few things about a couple of the other blogs I keep abreast on....
Manic Muse has been a good friend and a source of advise, lately another has been running the blog however, and based on his last post, he might be regaining control, at least for now, lets all hope he stays strong, we don't need to lose anyone else.
Gargoyle on the other hand, is just crazy awesome, I don't know about you, but I actually laughed.. I mean downright belly laughed for the first time in weeks at his "Pony experiments". Just the mere idea of the goddamn Slenderman being a "Bronie" is just got damn hilarious to me, and really cuts into the lurking dread I have of him.
Then there's Elaine, she hasn't posted anything in a while, but perspective, what with my entire personal reality being wiped clean and being replaced with something alien to me, yet completely understandable... well I can kinda see where a couple blog posts ago, how I kinda overreacted to the flow of her blog, yes she made.... To put this nicely... Questionable choices in allegiances, that got people killed. But... she didn't do it intentionally...
That being said, I don't trust her, I don't have reason to trust proxies in general, not that I'm saying she's a proxy, and she, last time I checked. still associated with the man that in her own words on one comment, "Broke the agreement" they had over Hope. At best is seems dangerously naive, but at worst, it could be seen as collusion with they very servants of the thing that would see her killed.
I understand the underlying message she's trying to get across, Proxies, are in fact human too, That's great, American and British soldiers during the Second World War understood the Germans were people too, but when other people are activity serving something trying to kill, manipulate, mislead, or our right destroy you, seeing them as people is only going to get in the way of you having to defend yourself....
This is why when I had my dealing with Hoody a few days ago, of which I didn't touch on much through the rage, I did so at weapon point. It's understandable if you think about it.
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Which reminds me, yeah I should explain that chat with hoody.. Lets see now.... Right March 13th... Hoody was outside of the building.... I went out there to kick his ass, and well.... He stopped me, and said, that he had a warning for me, I was of course pissed, ready to have at it with him, tear him down... but he just wanted to talk.... I forced myself to listen... Information is power right now, and I was definitely lacking in information....
"Paul I just came to warn you, change is coming, a larger change than you could ever understand now, but you will when it happens, you have to adapt to the change, or you will be destroyed by it"
I reacted harshly to this... saying "Fuck you proxy, if you really give a shit about me, then you'll give my family back, I haven't forgotten that you, or at least what you serve took them from me to begin with. You also invaded my life, drove friends away, and fucking murdered several good friends of mine!"
His only response, well before mind tricking me for just long enough to get away, was to say "Those deaths were not mine, the other did it...."
That wasn't some cryptic bullshit that most Proxies perform on people to get them off there game, he flat out stated there was a second proxy.... and Ryan stated that a certain blonde girl, who is likely Maya, Likely is that second Proxy....
And whatever reality warp that had occurred, placed me in a committed relationship, which of course I don't fucking remember, with her.....
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Okay so about Maya, I commented as an afterthought that a couple nights ago, I had been "Reminded" of a date with her... I gathered some information about her while on said "date", I gathered in this altered reality that I had met her about two months later than I remember meeting my wife, at the same diner, that I had met my wife for the first time, I wasn't big on home cooked meals then... So in this altered reality, I didn't meet my wife, because she didn't exist, god I can't wrap my head around that still, instead I figured I went home alone that night, probably early, but kept going there, no shocker, and met Maya. She was apparently working there at the time, as a new waitress, trying to pay her way to whatever music shows she wanted to see at the time, not a care in the world...
Apparently that's what had cause me to become attracted to her. I seriously don't remember any of this keep this in mind, it feels weird to write about myself like a fiction author. I remember at the time I was struggling to make ends meet, I was supporting two jobs to maintain an apartment, I didn't have the Medical billing Job I have now, so I was struggling badly to keep my head above water, while this young woman, 8 years younger than me, was working to be able to do what she thought was fun, working for her fun.
By the way, allot of this is elaboration, talking to Maya on the date a couple nights ago, and actually slipping questions to friends of mine, who also, remember things as they are now... God, they really covered all there basis.
Okay so... sorry I'm kinda all over the place here, but a bit of back story was needed here. So the date, went oddly well, just dinner, I guess were talking about moving in together in this timeline... which, if she really is the one who killed those coworkers of mine, then well, that might be a terrible idea. God help me though, if she is the second proxy than she's a damn convincing one, she acted in such a casual and affectionate way, that it actually made me drop my guard with her.
When she asked if I was alright, despite my best efforts I must of been acting odd to her, I didn't get the impression that she was probing me for information, I got the impression that she asked out of a genuine concern for my well being. For the record we didn't "Do" anything, god that would have been holy shit difficult for me right now, after dinner was basically my place for a couple movies and beers.
So I'm adapting, I need answers, right now I live in a world I don't remember, dating a 22 year old, who I don't remember, who also may be directly responsible for killing a bare minimum of 7 other people, who she may or may not remember....
Also that tattoo on my neck, the Operator sign, the one that matches her's, I remember the implication, I've been likely marked by a proxy... but she has the same tattoo.... she may be marked as well.... Or she's the one who marked me.
To many questions, not enough answers....
So before I get into how the last couple days went, I want to address a few things about a couple of the other blogs I keep abreast on....
Manic Muse has been a good friend and a source of advise, lately another has been running the blog however, and based on his last post, he might be regaining control, at least for now, lets all hope he stays strong, we don't need to lose anyone else.
Gargoyle on the other hand, is just crazy awesome, I don't know about you, but I actually laughed.. I mean downright belly laughed for the first time in weeks at his "Pony experiments". Just the mere idea of the goddamn Slenderman being a "Bronie" is just got damn hilarious to me, and really cuts into the lurking dread I have of him.
Then there's Elaine, she hasn't posted anything in a while, but perspective, what with my entire personal reality being wiped clean and being replaced with something alien to me, yet completely understandable... well I can kinda see where a couple blog posts ago, how I kinda overreacted to the flow of her blog, yes she made.... To put this nicely... Questionable choices in allegiances, that got people killed. But... she didn't do it intentionally...
That being said, I don't trust her, I don't have reason to trust proxies in general, not that I'm saying she's a proxy, and she, last time I checked. still associated with the man that in her own words on one comment, "Broke the agreement" they had over Hope. At best is seems dangerously naive, but at worst, it could be seen as collusion with they very servants of the thing that would see her killed.
I understand the underlying message she's trying to get across, Proxies, are in fact human too, That's great, American and British soldiers during the Second World War understood the Germans were people too, but when other people are activity serving something trying to kill, manipulate, mislead, or our right destroy you, seeing them as people is only going to get in the way of you having to defend yourself....
This is why when I had my dealing with Hoody a few days ago, of which I didn't touch on much through the rage, I did so at weapon point. It's understandable if you think about it.
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Which reminds me, yeah I should explain that chat with hoody.. Lets see now.... Right March 13th... Hoody was outside of the building.... I went out there to kick his ass, and well.... He stopped me, and said, that he had a warning for me, I was of course pissed, ready to have at it with him, tear him down... but he just wanted to talk.... I forced myself to listen... Information is power right now, and I was definitely lacking in information....
"Paul I just came to warn you, change is coming, a larger change than you could ever understand now, but you will when it happens, you have to adapt to the change, or you will be destroyed by it"
I reacted harshly to this... saying "Fuck you proxy, if you really give a shit about me, then you'll give my family back, I haven't forgotten that you, or at least what you serve took them from me to begin with. You also invaded my life, drove friends away, and fucking murdered several good friends of mine!"
His only response, well before mind tricking me for just long enough to get away, was to say "Those deaths were not mine, the other did it...."
That wasn't some cryptic bullshit that most Proxies perform on people to get them off there game, he flat out stated there was a second proxy.... and Ryan stated that a certain blonde girl, who is likely Maya, Likely is that second Proxy....
And whatever reality warp that had occurred, placed me in a committed relationship, which of course I don't fucking remember, with her.....
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Okay so about Maya, I commented as an afterthought that a couple nights ago, I had been "Reminded" of a date with her... I gathered some information about her while on said "date", I gathered in this altered reality that I had met her about two months later than I remember meeting my wife, at the same diner, that I had met my wife for the first time, I wasn't big on home cooked meals then... So in this altered reality, I didn't meet my wife, because she didn't exist, god I can't wrap my head around that still, instead I figured I went home alone that night, probably early, but kept going there, no shocker, and met Maya. She was apparently working there at the time, as a new waitress, trying to pay her way to whatever music shows she wanted to see at the time, not a care in the world...
Apparently that's what had cause me to become attracted to her. I seriously don't remember any of this keep this in mind, it feels weird to write about myself like a fiction author. I remember at the time I was struggling to make ends meet, I was supporting two jobs to maintain an apartment, I didn't have the Medical billing Job I have now, so I was struggling badly to keep my head above water, while this young woman, 8 years younger than me, was working to be able to do what she thought was fun, working for her fun.
By the way, allot of this is elaboration, talking to Maya on the date a couple nights ago, and actually slipping questions to friends of mine, who also, remember things as they are now... God, they really covered all there basis.
Okay so... sorry I'm kinda all over the place here, but a bit of back story was needed here. So the date, went oddly well, just dinner, I guess were talking about moving in together in this timeline... which, if she really is the one who killed those coworkers of mine, then well, that might be a terrible idea. God help me though, if she is the second proxy than she's a damn convincing one, she acted in such a casual and affectionate way, that it actually made me drop my guard with her.
When she asked if I was alright, despite my best efforts I must of been acting odd to her, I didn't get the impression that she was probing me for information, I got the impression that she asked out of a genuine concern for my well being. For the record we didn't "Do" anything, god that would have been holy shit difficult for me right now, after dinner was basically my place for a couple movies and beers.
So I'm adapting, I need answers, right now I live in a world I don't remember, dating a 22 year old, who I don't remember, who also may be directly responsible for killing a bare minimum of 7 other people, who she may or may not remember....
Also that tattoo on my neck, the Operator sign, the one that matches her's, I remember the implication, I've been likely marked by a proxy... but she has the same tattoo.... she may be marked as well.... Or she's the one who marked me.
To many questions, not enough answers....
Friday, March 16, 2012
Changing pt 2
Okay so I'm now sober... well hungover... and allot calmer.
I didn't react well to what I learned yesterday... I apologize for dumping on the blog my grief... I try to avoid it really...
But yesterday just hit all at once, all the bottled up pain I've been stewing in the last week since my wife disappeared... all the rage that I had stored since this all started.....
There has been more changes.... I logged on to Facebook to see that all my family pictures are gone... my cellphone no longer has contact numbers from several people that I knew through my wife....
Apparently the change had affected other people... there's.... well apparently I'm dating someone...
Seriously that's not even kinda awkward... but I'm looking at pictures of the person on my Facebook right now... Some are replacing my wife and son in certain events of the last couple years... Some portray events I don't remember...she's, well according to Facebook, about 22, maybe, god I want to say about a head and a half shorter than me, blonde hair I wants to say.... Name... Maya.....
Okay hoody told me to adapt or die... so how the hell do I adapt to this one?
There's one more thing.... On some of the more recent pictures... she has an operator sign tattooed on her neck.... Just like the second proxy Ryan warned me about....
Also.... Now I have the same tattoo.......
I didn't react well to what I learned yesterday... I apologize for dumping on the blog my grief... I try to avoid it really...
But yesterday just hit all at once, all the bottled up pain I've been stewing in the last week since my wife disappeared... all the rage that I had stored since this all started.....
There has been more changes.... I logged on to Facebook to see that all my family pictures are gone... my cellphone no longer has contact numbers from several people that I knew through my wife....
Apparently the change had affected other people... there's.... well apparently I'm dating someone...
Seriously that's not even kinda awkward... but I'm looking at pictures of the person on my Facebook right now... Some are replacing my wife and son in certain events of the last couple years... Some portray events I don't remember...she's, well according to Facebook, about 22, maybe, god I want to say about a head and a half shorter than me, blonde hair I wants to say.... Name... Maya.....
Okay hoody told me to adapt or die... so how the hell do I adapt to this one?
There's one more thing.... On some of the more recent pictures... she has an operator sign tattooed on her neck.... Just like the second proxy Ryan warned me about....
Also.... Now I have the same tattoo.......
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Breakdown....
Things are pretty fucked on my end, I've found myself, after work today, just sitting, alone in the apartment, staring at the walls....
I've been this way for hours.....
If I had to peg it down to one thing, I'd say it was my coworkers....
All the dead coworkers have been replaced already, it's like the people they replaced were never murdered, even the police seem to not care anymore, they haven't been by the building to gather testimony, or talk to some of our other coworkers... Hell the police haven't even questioned me again about the my familie's disappearance since... Well a few days back, I plan on calling my in-laws this week to see if they have heard anything about it.
It's snowing... It almost never knows in March here, probably won't stick to the ground, but it's not like I need to be anywhere in the morning, how can I be so calm right now? I learned via a cryptic comment that there may be a second proxy in the area. Assuming it was Ryan who left the comment....
So I'm left alone, isolated, ripe for the slaughter... all they need to do is knock on the door, I have no comrades here, even Nick is gone, suddenly deployed out of state... no reason given,
No runners....
No friends.....
No help.....
No god damn hope...
I have to press forward, I have to live to see them again... My wife.... My son.... I have to live to see them again....
I'll sleep with the bokken, in two days I'll pick up the gun, in a week.... I might still be here...
If they come, they will not find me wanting... I *Must* live... to see my family again....
I've been this way for hours.....
If I had to peg it down to one thing, I'd say it was my coworkers....
All the dead coworkers have been replaced already, it's like the people they replaced were never murdered, even the police seem to not care anymore, they haven't been by the building to gather testimony, or talk to some of our other coworkers... Hell the police haven't even questioned me again about the my familie's disappearance since... Well a few days back, I plan on calling my in-laws this week to see if they have heard anything about it.
It's snowing... It almost never knows in March here, probably won't stick to the ground, but it's not like I need to be anywhere in the morning, how can I be so calm right now? I learned via a cryptic comment that there may be a second proxy in the area. Assuming it was Ryan who left the comment....
So I'm left alone, isolated, ripe for the slaughter... all they need to do is knock on the door, I have no comrades here, even Nick is gone, suddenly deployed out of state... no reason given,
No runners....
No friends.....
No help.....
No god damn hope...
I have to press forward, I have to live to see them again... My wife.... My son.... I have to live to see them again....
I'll sleep with the bokken, in two days I'll pick up the gun, in a week.... I might still be here...
If they come, they will not find me wanting... I *Must* live... to see my family again....
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Getting ready
So I spent some time, you guessed it, "Getting ready" as it were for anything, I was sitting on a rather large amount of cash from saving up to this point, so I made a shopping trip for if I ever had to hit the road...
I got a few things...
A new backpack, my old one was wearing out and if I'm traveling I'd want some extra caring capacity.
A Motorola Xoom 4g LTE tablet (Verizon) Specd for a prepay plan, it weighs about half of what a laptop computer does, and can be parred with a Bluetooth keyboard, like say the one I'm using now, so I could blog from the road, the Verizon service is a plus, because of coverage area, if it's good enough for Sasquatch hunter's it's good enough for me.
An Otterbox case for my smart phone, because lets face facts, I have a hard time not dropping my phone around my own apartment, and the last thing I'm going to want is to settle down for a week for an insurance replacement phone is sent to me, assuming the company is willing to send one out to the wrong state without flagging my account as a potential fraud case.
And I bought a Gun, well I should say I will have one in a few days, this is the part that's out of my comfort zone, I've gone shooting quite a few times with nick, and I got a good, practiced aim, as a result, but I knew next to nothing about firearms, I originally went in looking for a large caliber penis extension like a .357 or a Desert Eagle .50, but a quick text from nick shot that down (pun intended) for two real reasons.
Well for starters, I don't got the god damn wrist strength for a hand cannon it turns out, and those gun's unless you practice, and I mean practice constantly, are going to kick your ass around, the one I ordered however is a nice 9mm, because lets face facts, despite my last, anger driven post, even a .22 if shot well will kill a person, but 9mm rounds tend to be cheep not to mention common, so that's a plus.
I never would have done this if my son was still here....
Anyways the second part, I had set up a sorta last minute appointment that day as well with a, I guess for the lack of knowing the proper term, a "Shaman" from one of the local Native American tribes in my area, I don't know what I was going to attempt here, but we sat and talked at length, in his rec room, for the record, he was wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt, perceptions were ruined by this. I guess I shouldn't of been expecting face paint and a cowhide teepee but, hey, ignorance is no excuse.
He told me a few important things about my self. The biggest being, that an "Evil spirit" surrounds me, and was making him uncomfortable. and that I was in danger.
I didn't think much of it, but he insisted on giving me a "Fetish", No you pervs get your head out of the gutter, roughly speaking, it's supposed to be a combination of a ward against evil" and a token of strength, apparently it's made up of crow feathers, bear claws, and various ornamental beads in for good measure, tied together with a dark leather strap, he even helped me affix it to my bokken, which was still in the back of my card, he told me that it would repel evil...
I'm not the type for it, but I admit, I feel pretty comfy right now in bed typing this up on my new tablet, I do feel a bit more at ease looking at the simple looking charm attached to my bokken...
Well it's a bit after 3am here, time for some sleep...
I got a few things...
A new backpack, my old one was wearing out and if I'm traveling I'd want some extra caring capacity.
A Motorola Xoom 4g LTE tablet (Verizon) Specd for a prepay plan, it weighs about half of what a laptop computer does, and can be parred with a Bluetooth keyboard, like say the one I'm using now, so I could blog from the road, the Verizon service is a plus, because of coverage area, if it's good enough for Sasquatch hunter's it's good enough for me.
An Otterbox case for my smart phone, because lets face facts, I have a hard time not dropping my phone around my own apartment, and the last thing I'm going to want is to settle down for a week for an insurance replacement phone is sent to me, assuming the company is willing to send one out to the wrong state without flagging my account as a potential fraud case.
And I bought a Gun, well I should say I will have one in a few days, this is the part that's out of my comfort zone, I've gone shooting quite a few times with nick, and I got a good, practiced aim, as a result, but I knew next to nothing about firearms, I originally went in looking for a large caliber penis extension like a .357 or a Desert Eagle .50, but a quick text from nick shot that down (pun intended) for two real reasons.
Well for starters, I don't got the god damn wrist strength for a hand cannon it turns out, and those gun's unless you practice, and I mean practice constantly, are going to kick your ass around, the one I ordered however is a nice 9mm, because lets face facts, despite my last, anger driven post, even a .22 if shot well will kill a person, but 9mm rounds tend to be cheep not to mention common, so that's a plus.
I never would have done this if my son was still here....
Anyways the second part, I had set up a sorta last minute appointment that day as well with a, I guess for the lack of knowing the proper term, a "Shaman" from one of the local Native American tribes in my area, I don't know what I was going to attempt here, but we sat and talked at length, in his rec room, for the record, he was wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt, perceptions were ruined by this. I guess I shouldn't of been expecting face paint and a cowhide teepee but, hey, ignorance is no excuse.
He told me a few important things about my self. The biggest being, that an "Evil spirit" surrounds me, and was making him uncomfortable. and that I was in danger.
I didn't think much of it, but he insisted on giving me a "Fetish", No you pervs get your head out of the gutter, roughly speaking, it's supposed to be a combination of a ward against evil" and a token of strength, apparently it's made up of crow feathers, bear claws, and various ornamental beads in for good measure, tied together with a dark leather strap, he even helped me affix it to my bokken, which was still in the back of my card, he told me that it would repel evil...
I'm not the type for it, but I admit, I feel pretty comfy right now in bed typing this up on my new tablet, I do feel a bit more at ease looking at the simple looking charm attached to my bokken...
Well it's a bit after 3am here, time for some sleep...
Friday, March 9, 2012
I lost time today....
Yeah that's not a promising sign, right after I saw Hoody outside today, I went downstairs bokken in hand to try and beat the answers to it all out of him, he just stood there hands in his pockets as I woke up and suddenly... The whole world goes black and white, for like a minute...
The next thing I know it's about 7pm my time, I'm on a break at my work reading on my phone....
I guess I wasn't acting weird or anything like that, it's like, when I think about it, and I mean hard, it's like I'm standing there, I change my mind, walk away from him, toss my bokken in the back, and just decided to drive to work....
By the way, Ryan wasn't there, and he hasn't answered his phone at all today....
Crap I knew I should have stayed in bed today...
Okay now I'm want to rant, it's my god given right as a human being to rant, so I'm going to abuse that right of mine. So here we go......
Elaine is a fucking psychopathic idiotic bitch, and she's going to get us all killed...
Okay not that we threw that out there, lets break this down a little bit....
She's an idiot, because she thinks, that we can make peace with Proxies, which, from my limited experience with one likely killing everyone I care about and the whole "Kidnapping my family thing" Really kinda gives me a unique but common insight that screams... "Your a fucking idiot for this"
Have you people read about "Hope"? How she made a fucking deal with a Proxy" And then because she doesn't know how to use her brain *Broke* that god damn agreement and god about a half dozen runners killed for it?
And why is she not in a fucking halfway house? why was she released to begin with? I don't know about the Texas Mental Health System, but here in Washington killing about 15 people before the age of ten is pretty much an assured way to spent your entire natural life in a mental institution, being kept drugged 24/7. Or if she was to be released, which, once again, is fucking pants on head retarded because SHE KILLED MORE PEOPLE THAN MY LOCAL PROXY, would be in a half way house, constantly monitored, and drugged for about 90% of her waking time....\
I'm going on record right now, I'm following her blog, because if I catch wind she's going to end up anywhere in the Puget Sound area, I'm buying a fucking gun.... A large caliber accurate gun, because I want to make sure that if it comes down to it, if she tires to make contact with me, that I don't fuck it up and "Wound" anyone.
That's right, if you ever end up reading this Elaine, Washington State is off limits, because I have a sharp aim, and a lot of vacation time built up!
The next thing I know it's about 7pm my time, I'm on a break at my work reading on my phone....
I guess I wasn't acting weird or anything like that, it's like, when I think about it, and I mean hard, it's like I'm standing there, I change my mind, walk away from him, toss my bokken in the back, and just decided to drive to work....
By the way, Ryan wasn't there, and he hasn't answered his phone at all today....
Crap I knew I should have stayed in bed today...
Okay now I'm want to rant, it's my god given right as a human being to rant, so I'm going to abuse that right of mine. So here we go......
Elaine is a fucking psychopathic idiotic bitch, and she's going to get us all killed...
Okay not that we threw that out there, lets break this down a little bit....
She's an idiot, because she thinks, that we can make peace with Proxies, which, from my limited experience with one likely killing everyone I care about and the whole "Kidnapping my family thing" Really kinda gives me a unique but common insight that screams... "Your a fucking idiot for this"
Have you people read about "Hope"? How she made a fucking deal with a Proxy" And then because she doesn't know how to use her brain *Broke* that god damn agreement and god about a half dozen runners killed for it?
And why is she not in a fucking halfway house? why was she released to begin with? I don't know about the Texas Mental Health System, but here in Washington killing about 15 people before the age of ten is pretty much an assured way to spent your entire natural life in a mental institution, being kept drugged 24/7. Or if she was to be released, which, once again, is fucking pants on head retarded because SHE KILLED MORE PEOPLE THAN MY LOCAL PROXY, would be in a half way house, constantly monitored, and drugged for about 90% of her waking time....\
I'm going on record right now, I'm following her blog, because if I catch wind she's going to end up anywhere in the Puget Sound area, I'm buying a fucking gun.... A large caliber accurate gun, because I want to make sure that if it comes down to it, if she tires to make contact with me, that I don't fuck it up and "Wound" anyone.
That's right, if you ever end up reading this Elaine, Washington State is off limits, because I have a sharp aim, and a lot of vacation time built up!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
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
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.
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.
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.
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