A pile of rocks.....
That's what Stonehenge is to me, and I haven't a damn clue what Paul was hoping to find over there... he didn't explain to me at first what he went there for... but he came back with answers... chilling answers....
"Assuming I'm alive by then... I'm going to die again on the 12/21/12"
I looked at him like he was fucking daft... How can anyone say that with such certainly is beyond me at this point... but then he continued...
"But I'm going to do something, die for something, important beyond all of us"
Again he said this with such certainty, it was chilling... he didn't say why he felt this way, or what he encountered while he was out there... but he looked more "alive" than he had in the entire time he had been back with us.....
Well... if he's right... then were going to make the best we can in what time we have yet.... Once our business is done, were going to go get married.
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Well in other news at least, Antonio came through again, he examined that... goop... that he had found at some of Paul's teleporting sites... and well... Paul's not leaving it behind... When Paul left for Stonehenge, he didn't leave any of it behind.
So Antonio figured something else was leaving it at the scene... and we got our answer...
It's because it was being left behind by spYder... Yeah... He was stalking Paul this whole time.....
Antonio thinks he has enough to tie it down to Ryan's psychic signature... with a few little gadgets he had picked up... we tracked him down to a location, we might be able to storm there hideout and take down all three of them at once, if were very very lucky.
Were not being stupid about this... We are actually about to head out to do the deed now... if any of us survives.. we should report back in a couple days... if this is our last post... then well... you know the rest of the story...
Best of luck to all of you... in case we don't see you again.
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Thursday, May 10, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Sanctuary
So I guess Antonio is taking care of himself for now, that's good...
Okay you get two guesses who this is, the first two don't count, and for the record, I don't like surfacing like this to post, where I'm staying is a hell of a lot safer than this, not to mention I don't like leaving my mortally wounded girlfriend laying in a bed back there on what I hope to hell is enough painkillers to keep her sedated for now.
I surfaced because the dumb-asses went and made them targets, and I was hoping to draw them out, take the three of them, and yes there are three of them. Ryan, and two others, I would of done this a few nights ago if some fucking dipshit Runner got the idea that I was the enemy and attacked me in the ally way I was baiting them in to.
I guess I have that effect on people now, funny what a few nights in a place two steps from hell will do to you metaphysically..
But no, she had to go and get her self semi gutted, and now I'm breaking into a hospital to steal as much medical supplies as I can fit in my rather large backpack, painkillers, bandages, sutures, antibiotics.
Because she's not dying for me... No one is....
And before you get pissy at me about the runner, he was collateral damage, he struck first, I struck last, it could have gone so very differently if the Kid wasn't pissing himself that I had just pulled my new Bokken out a trash dumpster. Fear made him charge when he should have ran and not looked back. He was my first kill... I thought it would be harder than it was.
He was in my way, a step between me and my enemies, my soon to be victims.... But you know, by the time I post this, I'll be halfway back to my sanctuary, safe and sound and treating Maya, and since she's not bleeding at the moment, let me tell you all a story. I guess it's been a few weeks now since I died, so let me tell you how it went down, Maya already told her side of this, but she missed the chat I had with Ryan..
So there I am, battered, having just beaten several Proxies into submission, I'm on the roof of my Apartment building, standing off with Ryan, and he did the usual "Join me, kill the girl, and we can walk away from here" Speech...
I tell him of course to go fuck himself, because I love the girl, even if she's a bloody idiot sometimes, then he lays it on me, I have this part of the conversation seared into my head, I see his face from my blind eye when he says this, and the only way to get his smug face out of my vision is to kill him.
Ryan: "Come on Paul, we already know how this is going to end, your tired from beating my men up, you can't beat me in a fight right now, at least if you kill her you'll know it'll be as painless... or painful as you want it to be"
Me: "Go to hell Ryan, I trusted you, and you were planting memories in my head? FUCK YOU, I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE I JOIN YOU"
Ryan: "Is that anyway to talk to your brother?... Get that look off your face, of course you didn't know, I mean how the fuck would you, our father doesn't even remember me anymore thanks to the boss"
Me: "Wha... W.. No.. fuck that, that's not possible, Thats not fucking possible!"
Ryan: "Did you really think I invented the idea of missing family members being erased from memory? No.. I just took inspiration, I mean I remember the day I walked into your work, and with my words, convinced everyone I worked there on your team, sat down next to you, and over the course of a few minutes, had talked your entire memory into your head, I wanted you to be part of my life brother, and I wanted you to be on my team as well"
The rage was boiling, if this was true, then he had tried to brainwash me into killing my lover and my friend, so I would join up with him... he would do this to his own brother? Then he says four fucking words, and my whole world came undone in front of me
"Remember the truth now"
Then in one screaming moment, all the false memories were torn from my head, only the echo's remain, only the fleeting images of the family I had so deeply held to my chest, were gone... the only thing was left was clarity... and rage.... the rage that would carry me on up till this point.
So we fight, at one point he jam's his thumb into my eye socket, and I feel every moment of it, I scream in pain as he crushes my eye with his finger.. I remember blacking out for a second, then I snap back to reality, and my pocket knife is covered in blood and Ryan is holding his side.
Maya is still blacking in and out at this point, Ryan kicks me in the side, and I feel allot of something give, and he tells me "Our reunion is going to be cut short, I called the boss in to deal with you, he has plans for you... Brother"
The rest is history... I lied to Manic, I lied to Maya, I sacrificed myself to the slender-man so they could escape, and I had hoped, been free from this fucking mess....
I'd tell you what happened on the path... but you know what.. I deserve to keep my secrets as mine, none of you would understand what happened, and why I made the choice I did... I'll say this
The secret is in the blood... My blood... and Ryan's blood....
So it's time I got back, I got my work cut out for me, I don't know if my Sanctuary alone will be strong enough to help Maya recover, and I'm not exactly a doctor... so wish her luck...
Just gotta light a match... and boom... no more evidence that I was here... I'm sure the sprinklers here will contain it.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
One last time
Last time for what I'm not sure...
Antonio is down with a broken leg... I got him to his car and I'm sending him Manic's way to get patched up and evac'd....
But Ryan is on the roof, holding Maya hostage....
He told me I have ten minutes to meet him up there or he will kill her...
I've known Ryan for 11 years... or I thought I did... turns out he was the proxy after all....
None of my memories are real, my family.... my wife and son, are not real....
Now I'm going to go upstairs to what will likely be my death... I'm going to fight and attempt to kill the man who placed there memories in my head...
Ryan... I will kill you even if I die in the process.
Antonio is down with a broken leg... I got him to his car and I'm sending him Manic's way to get patched up and evac'd....
But Ryan is on the roof, holding Maya hostage....
He told me I have ten minutes to meet him up there or he will kill her...
I've known Ryan for 11 years... or I thought I did... turns out he was the proxy after all....
None of my memories are real, my family.... my wife and son, are not real....
Now I'm going to go upstairs to what will likely be my death... I'm going to fight and attempt to kill the man who placed there memories in my head...
Ryan... I will kill you even if I die in the process.
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....
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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.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Maya and Hoody
So as I commented on my own post earlier, I took Maya out into the mountians for a day hike...we both needed it after what happened a few days ago, Maya, at least on the surface, was showing some serious signs of Trauma from the murders....
My only thought of it was "Is anyone going to remember them in a week?"
The police interviewed us, to see if we had heard anything at all, clearly we had not, I mean a family of three doesn't get.... Butchered... Just across the hall without you hearing something.... the whole thing wasn't natural.
Gods I almost came clean to her about the whole god damn thing, my family, slenderman, Ryan, Hoody, the whole god damn thing... But if she's not a proxy, and i'm now questioning that more than ever... then it would have been to much for her...
I mean shit, I got the third degree over a few things lately "Why are you hiding weapons in your apartment?", "When did you get a gun?" and my favorite "Why are you always looking around like your keeping an eye out for someone?"
This is of course why I needed to go for a long, relaxing nature hike today.... put as Elaine would put it all this "Slendershit" out of my damn head for a day to decompress.
It didn't work....
While I was on the way back, we stopped at a mom and pop dinner half way between Rainer and Tacoma, I forgot the name of the place already... the day was still clear at that point so we were going to eat outside... I was just getting back from a bathroom trip and picking up our order, when I noticed something.... frankly disturbing on my way out....
Hoody.... and Maya.... talking near my car...
Okay just the simple fact that Hoody had traveled all the way out, a good 45 minutes outside of Tacoma to talk to Maya, well that was disturbing enough, but this just proved what Ryan said correct... Maya and Hoody are definitely working together, two pea's in the proxy pod!
Rather than walk out there and call them on this right away, I mean I was unarmed, I didn't even have a box-cutter on me, let alone the type of gear needed to fight Hoody and expect to win, and lord knows what kind of skills Maya is packing there... No I stayed out of sight until hoody hopped on a motorcycle and rode off...
At least I know he doesn't just fucking teleport everywhere...
I counted to about 43 and stepped back out, lunch in hand a with a smile on my face, we sat down and ate...
She didn't bring the conversation up at all, not even in the "Oh a friend of my was in the area you just missed him" sort of way...
She's sleeping in my room right now... I plan on stashing the gun in my nightstand but i'm waiting till I know she's out cold... she could have killed the neighbors for all I know at this point...
I know allot of you are saying that not all proxy's are bad, but hoody and I don't see eye to eye, and Maya is working with him... the worst part of it is, was before this I was really starting to like having her around...
I won't be taken flat-footed... I promise you all that.
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.......
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!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Manic.....
That's the name of the one other person, well besides Ryan, that I regularly talk to about this whole fucking mess, and, while yeah, he's pretty god damn nuts, he's given good advice so far....
I should really reach out to others like him, I've left a couple encouraging posts on Bondie's blog, who is the guy that M befriended a few months back, but Manic is out of his damn mind, He's hoping to experiment on the Hallowed, to see if he could free them, or understand them... honestly it's over my head by about a hundred damn miles.....
Well if you were following my Twitter feed, then you know the police now suspect Ryan of being at least partially involved in the murders, and more damning, my family's disappearance... I don't believe it, it's not him really....
Ryan and I met in a public place a few hours ago and talked, It pretty much went like this.
R: "Hey look I know you got allot of shit on your plate, but another coworker was found dead today, that's 7, over half our department is dead now"
P: "Who was it time time."
R: "Paula Winfield......"
P: "Damn....."
We had drinks, sat there awkwardly not knowing what to say... then well, I went and addressed the elephant in the room...
P: "The police think your behind it all"
R: "Yeah I figured, I'm the only one without a clear Alibi at this point"
P: "I don't think there going to accept that some asshole in a hoody at the behest of a 10 foot tall faceless man in a suit killed 7 people, and kidnapped my family"
R: "That doesn't leave me with allot of options then, I'm probably going to have to go into hiding or some shit..."
P: "There's a difference between suspecting, and being charged for it though."
R: "Yeah I know, but... Well shit Paul, I don't have a chance of them not pegging it on me, who the fuck else could if have been in there eyes?! They won't blame you because you had the shit pounded out of you once, and your family is missing."
Ryan is right, he's there only suspect right now, everyone else they suspected has been found dead so far... But one brain worm of a question remained, I had to ask it to get it off my chest, it was the reason for the public meetup rather than at my place....
P: "Ryan... where were you when the shit went down... You never made it over till pretty late that day...."
Ryan didn't give me an answer......
I should really reach out to others like him, I've left a couple encouraging posts on Bondie's blog, who is the guy that M befriended a few months back, but Manic is out of his damn mind, He's hoping to experiment on the Hallowed, to see if he could free them, or understand them... honestly it's over my head by about a hundred damn miles.....
Well if you were following my Twitter feed, then you know the police now suspect Ryan of being at least partially involved in the murders, and more damning, my family's disappearance... I don't believe it, it's not him really....
Ryan and I met in a public place a few hours ago and talked, It pretty much went like this.
R: "Hey look I know you got allot of shit on your plate, but another coworker was found dead today, that's 7, over half our department is dead now"
P: "Who was it time time."
R: "Paula Winfield......"
P: "Damn....."
We had drinks, sat there awkwardly not knowing what to say... then well, I went and addressed the elephant in the room...
P: "The police think your behind it all"
R: "Yeah I figured, I'm the only one without a clear Alibi at this point"
P: "I don't think there going to accept that some asshole in a hoody at the behest of a 10 foot tall faceless man in a suit killed 7 people, and kidnapped my family"
R: "That doesn't leave me with allot of options then, I'm probably going to have to go into hiding or some shit..."
P: "There's a difference between suspecting, and being charged for it though."
R: "Yeah I know, but... Well shit Paul, I don't have a chance of them not pegging it on me, who the fuck else could if have been in there eyes?! They won't blame you because you had the shit pounded out of you once, and your family is missing."
Ryan is right, he's there only suspect right now, everyone else they suspected has been found dead so far... But one brain worm of a question remained, I had to ask it to get it off my chest, it was the reason for the public meetup rather than at my place....
P: "Ryan... where were you when the shit went down... You never made it over till pretty late that day...."
Ryan didn't give me an answer......
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Escalation
Okay, I was going to post about an hour or so ago, but it got real around here, let me explain...
So as planed Ryan made it over for the game, another friend from outside of work named Nick, who serves as an MP at nearby JBLM also came over to watch the game with us.
Look i'm not going to lie, i'm kinda shaken up right now, this shit just got real.
You see, during half time, Nick, who's not exactly a Madonna fan, not that any of us are, left to get us some more beer. My wife and son had already gone to her parents to spend time with them to let us have our "Guy time"
Ryan and I got to talking, and out of the blue he asks me one question
"Hey Paul, do you remember Sarah?"
Fair enough I figure, so I ask "Who Sara A or Sara H?"
He looks at me like he soul just melted out his boots "I mean Sara M...."
I don't recall ever meeting a Sara M, at least I would of remembered what he told me after I said "Sara M? I'm not familer with her?"
Ryan ripped into me "You don't remember Sara M? My girlfriend? We were went on a double date with your wife 3 weeks ago? you don't remember her at all?"
I was confused "I remember us going out Ryan but you took that Michelle girl from the new hire class so you wouldn't be a third wheel? Which wouldn't happen if you stop being such a 'Forever alone guy.'"
Ryan was flabbergasted at this point "Paul I dated Sarah for 5 years got damnit, we were, untill she went missing, expecting our first child! You even agreed to be the god-father"
At that point, we were silent... I have no idea what he's talking about, I still don't, Nick just got back with more beer anyways, great guy him he even picked up chips.
The game ends, Nick heads home, I felt smug because I won twenty dollars from a coworker tomarrow and Ryan and I finish our conversation from earlier, he tells me that no one remembers this girl, not even her own parents, he felt like it was somehow tied to "Him".
I wish this ended there, but, it didn't.
Because we then saw him outside in the road in front of the complex...
No not that "Him" I mean the hoody kid, and holy shit, if I'm not freaked out by this, how did he find my apartment, why was he here anyways? It didn't mater, I live on the third floor, I grabed my bokken and with ryan ran down the stairs to confront him.
By the time we were down to floor one and outside, he was gone... I made sure Ryan saw that too, when he told me that he did, we decided that whatever the hell is going on, we were going to be ready for it. I don't know if this kid was stalking us, I sure as hell don't know if Ryan is really telling the truth, or if he's going insane, but I stood out there with my bokken and I was going to beat the shit out of the kid if he steped out on us.
He didn't.... and we, about 15 minutes ago called it a night... He went home alone, and left me with more questions than answers.
I don't remember this being a symptom of Slenderman, so I doubt it's related, at this point it's still a coincidence in my mind that this is happening. Besides I don't believe he's real, but I believe that kid's real, and he's watching either me or Ryan for some reason. Manic Muse and gpowell71 seems to think that this kid is a Proxy. I'm not sure but I'm open for idea's.
If anyone has and advice to give right now i'll take it, because at this point, either myself, Ryan, or both of us, are in danger.
EDIT: Now that I have a chance to calm down I went ahead and rewrote some of this for coherency, I'm afraid that I was not in the best mindset to be writing earlier, Also I added the tags Ryan, and Hoody to other posts involving them. - 11:56pm
So as planed Ryan made it over for the game, another friend from outside of work named Nick, who serves as an MP at nearby JBLM also came over to watch the game with us.
Look i'm not going to lie, i'm kinda shaken up right now, this shit just got real.
You see, during half time, Nick, who's not exactly a Madonna fan, not that any of us are, left to get us some more beer. My wife and son had already gone to her parents to spend time with them to let us have our "Guy time"
Ryan and I got to talking, and out of the blue he asks me one question
"Hey Paul, do you remember Sarah?"
Fair enough I figure, so I ask "Who Sara A or Sara H?"
He looks at me like he soul just melted out his boots "I mean Sara M...."
I don't recall ever meeting a Sara M, at least I would of remembered what he told me after I said "Sara M? I'm not familer with her?"
Ryan ripped into me "You don't remember Sara M? My girlfriend? We were went on a double date with your wife 3 weeks ago? you don't remember her at all?"
I was confused "I remember us going out Ryan but you took that Michelle girl from the new hire class so you wouldn't be a third wheel? Which wouldn't happen if you stop being such a 'Forever alone guy.'"
Ryan was flabbergasted at this point "Paul I dated Sarah for 5 years got damnit, we were, untill she went missing, expecting our first child! You even agreed to be the god-father"
At that point, we were silent... I have no idea what he's talking about, I still don't, Nick just got back with more beer anyways, great guy him he even picked up chips.
The game ends, Nick heads home, I felt smug because I won twenty dollars from a coworker tomarrow and Ryan and I finish our conversation from earlier, he tells me that no one remembers this girl, not even her own parents, he felt like it was somehow tied to "Him".
I wish this ended there, but, it didn't.
Because we then saw him outside in the road in front of the complex...
No not that "Him" I mean the hoody kid, and holy shit, if I'm not freaked out by this, how did he find my apartment, why was he here anyways? It didn't mater, I live on the third floor, I grabed my bokken and with ryan ran down the stairs to confront him.
By the time we were down to floor one and outside, he was gone... I made sure Ryan saw that too, when he told me that he did, we decided that whatever the hell is going on, we were going to be ready for it. I don't know if this kid was stalking us, I sure as hell don't know if Ryan is really telling the truth, or if he's going insane, but I stood out there with my bokken and I was going to beat the shit out of the kid if he steped out on us.
He didn't.... and we, about 15 minutes ago called it a night... He went home alone, and left me with more questions than answers.
I don't remember this being a symptom of Slenderman, so I doubt it's related, at this point it's still a coincidence in my mind that this is happening. Besides I don't believe he's real, but I believe that kid's real, and he's watching either me or Ryan for some reason. Manic Muse and gpowell71 seems to think that this kid is a Proxy. I'm not sure but I'm open for idea's.
If anyone has and advice to give right now i'll take it, because at this point, either myself, Ryan, or both of us, are in danger.
EDIT: Now that I have a chance to calm down I went ahead and rewrote some of this for coherency, I'm afraid that I was not in the best mindset to be writing earlier, Also I added the tags Ryan, and Hoody to other posts involving them. - 11:56pm
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.
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