Now that I have your attention lets set up the scene...
It
was about two days ago.. Anna and I were watching some bull shit on Tv,
when someone kicks the door off the hotel room floor hard enough that
it went through the back wall, strangely intact... and he says one
thing,
"FATHER REQUESTS THAT YOU DIE!!!!"
And then we both notice the flamethrower... Because yeah, no one
in this backwater shit hole thought it was weird that someone was
walking around the hotel with a WW2 style flamethrower... So I toss her
in the tub and throw a bed in front of me just before he lets loose
hell and sets half the fucking room on fire, we know we can't beat this
guy in this tight of a spot, not with that hellish thing strapped to
him... Anna was faster on her feet than me, and went out the hole in the
back of the wall, and to be fair, for falling about 20 feet landed
well, only a few small scrapes.
I land after her and roll to put my coat out as it caught a bit of flame as I went out the window....
The crazy fucker, wearing about 60 lbs of napalm on his back
actually jumped out after us, I had my Bokken our by the point, and Anna
and ducked behind a parked car... To say it was tricky getting in close
to the asshole was putting it mildly, I just couldn't close distance
before the flames drove us back.... I thought we were truly and properly
fucked....
The Bokken disagreed... I felt that tingling in my arm... it was
growing into me again... feeding my limbs with strength... but I still
don't know at what cost... I felt myself slip slightly out of control
and more into instinct... I leaped, must of been about 12 feet in a
single bound, right into striking range, and with one swing, the
Proxies arm came off... I mean the whole fucking thing tore off him at
the shoulder... I know it's not possible for blunt for trauma from a
normal person to inflict this kind of damage, unless it was strapped to a
fucking train..... The second swing, even less under my control went
for the head... It fucking exploded off of him....
We had to leave right there and then... I tore the bokken out of
my arm again... and yeah it hurt just as much as it did last time... I
looted a sawed off shotgun and some shells... 12 gauge slug rounds...
and a few flechete rounds which, are restricted in several states, and
are holy shit expensive, about $20.00 for a 3 pack, and this guy and
about 20 shells of these. to put this in perspective, about a 12 slug
rounds cost about $15.00 or so....
Anyways, I took the gun, I wasn't getting caught off guard like
that again by a ranged combatant... Anna was honestly in shock.. I
didn't realize how much blood was on me while I dragged her to the
car.... we got the fuck out of there....
So it's been a couple days... were not on the wanted pages, but
Anna decided it's not safe for us to stay in once place for long... the
Slenderman seems to want me dead, but doesn't want to do it himself for
some reason...
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Thursday, May 24, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Not Dead After All
Paul here... taking up my writing position for the time being again....
Here's a lesson to other bloggers... don't forget to deleted a pending post if you didn't decide to go through with it... I didn't sedate Maya or Antonio... I let them come with me in the end....
That was a mistake.....
The whole affair was brutal as shit... spYder was held up in a warehouse, one of those abandoned kinds you know? We get the drop on them, crashing a "Borrowed Van" Through there front doors. We flood out and start the attack right away...
I went for Ryan, who had as some point purchased a broadsword... he wasn't bad with it either, I had to go on the defensive almost straight away... his swings were skilled, but sloppy... his strikes had allot of strength behind the.... I almost died several times and got a few light cuts during the fight.
Antonio stood there in a bright circle... and took on the Shadowman, every time the shadow would come out to strike Antonio would be ready to strike back... I would have him explain but.....
I'll get back to that... Maya took on the Sledgehammer girl, which I learned was a woman named Sara... He where did I here that name before... oh yeah... Ryan's "Missing girlfriend".... Asshole... She did an amazing job against her, really used her speed to avoid her wide swings with the sledge... the problem was, us males would be slowly creeping in her direction.... towards her voice... lowering our guard just enough to get cheep shots in from our attackers... I'm pretty glad Maya was keeping her tied up so she couldn't use that voice to lull us into a quick death...
I was so focused on taking out Ryan once and for all, that I didn't see when the others won there fight... while I was barely able to keep pace with Ryan... I mean crap I'm a walking dead... I have super powers but I could keep pace with him... then I thought about it.... He had said something before the fight
"Hey Paul look what I got, remember our boffering days? This should be interesting right?"
I was being brainwashed... Shit that had to be it.. it said something to convince me he was me equal in a sword fight... the second I realized it, his sloppy swings, his half arsed evasions... that was why, he wasn't better than me, my mind was making me weaker... knowing this... suddenly he stopped being hard, I was on the offense and frankly kicking his ass... with one swing I broke his arm, a second swing took out his knee...
The last swing shattered his skull... and killed him outright....
Just before he died he started smiling... he had one last trap for us...
Sure enough right as he died... we started hearing pops... explosions... beeps... he had the whole building on a fucking deadman's switch.....
I got out of the building... I didn't see Maya or Antonio outside with me.... I spent as long as I could digging around inside the wreckage before the police and fire sirens started howling in the distance... I made my escape at that point....
I don't know if there alive or dead... but I'm sitting in this Hotell room alone now... my rage spent... my Enemies dead... but I'm alone right now... I might of led my love and best friend to there deaths... If that's the case.. I'll never forgive myself for it...
Now I'm just waiting...
Here's a lesson to other bloggers... don't forget to deleted a pending post if you didn't decide to go through with it... I didn't sedate Maya or Antonio... I let them come with me in the end....
That was a mistake.....
The whole affair was brutal as shit... spYder was held up in a warehouse, one of those abandoned kinds you know? We get the drop on them, crashing a "Borrowed Van" Through there front doors. We flood out and start the attack right away...
I went for Ryan, who had as some point purchased a broadsword... he wasn't bad with it either, I had to go on the defensive almost straight away... his swings were skilled, but sloppy... his strikes had allot of strength behind the.... I almost died several times and got a few light cuts during the fight.
Antonio stood there in a bright circle... and took on the Shadowman, every time the shadow would come out to strike Antonio would be ready to strike back... I would have him explain but.....
I'll get back to that... Maya took on the Sledgehammer girl, which I learned was a woman named Sara... He where did I here that name before... oh yeah... Ryan's "Missing girlfriend".... Asshole... She did an amazing job against her, really used her speed to avoid her wide swings with the sledge... the problem was, us males would be slowly creeping in her direction.... towards her voice... lowering our guard just enough to get cheep shots in from our attackers... I'm pretty glad Maya was keeping her tied up so she couldn't use that voice to lull us into a quick death...
I was so focused on taking out Ryan once and for all, that I didn't see when the others won there fight... while I was barely able to keep pace with Ryan... I mean crap I'm a walking dead... I have super powers but I could keep pace with him... then I thought about it.... He had said something before the fight
"Hey Paul look what I got, remember our boffering days? This should be interesting right?"
I was being brainwashed... Shit that had to be it.. it said something to convince me he was me equal in a sword fight... the second I realized it, his sloppy swings, his half arsed evasions... that was why, he wasn't better than me, my mind was making me weaker... knowing this... suddenly he stopped being hard, I was on the offense and frankly kicking his ass... with one swing I broke his arm, a second swing took out his knee...
The last swing shattered his skull... and killed him outright....
Just before he died he started smiling... he had one last trap for us...
Sure enough right as he died... we started hearing pops... explosions... beeps... he had the whole building on a fucking deadman's switch.....
I got out of the building... I didn't see Maya or Antonio outside with me.... I spent as long as I could digging around inside the wreckage before the police and fire sirens started howling in the distance... I made my escape at that point....
I don't know if there alive or dead... but I'm sitting in this Hotell room alone now... my rage spent... my Enemies dead... but I'm alone right now... I might of led my love and best friend to there deaths... If that's the case.. I'll never forgive myself for it...
Now I'm just waiting...
Thursday, May 10, 2012
This is it....
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.
.........................
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.
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.
.........................
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.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
He's alive!
He's just not here....
So I've been quiet the last few days, Antonio, Manic, and I have been trying to get ready to hit the location we thought Paul would have been taken to...
Manic had speculated that Paul would have been taken somewhere particularly painful to him, I could only think of one place.
The graveyard his mother is buried... Paul was in his teen's when she died and losing her was a rather traumatic incident. I can't think of anywhere else on this earth that he would have been taken....
The night before though... of good lord I don't know what we were thinking, Manic, Antonio and I got all dolled up and went to one of the most expensive restaurants we could find, and pulled a rather epic Dine-and-Dash...
Yeah well that's what I had told them, truth be told while they snuck out, I went and secretly paid for dinner...
Well at this point I'm sure that would put Antonio at ease, poor kid couldn't relax long enough to eat... and Manic... well I don't think he's going to be able to respond for a while....
So lets cut to the chase then... After an early morning drive down to Ocean Shores Wa, where I learned from Paul's dad was where she was buried (that's a conversation I hope to never repeat), it was only a 2 hour drive from where we were holding up...
What we found there was not what I had expected... by a tree, near where Paul's mothers grave was I saw him... Laying there bleeding out from a horrid wound on his side... still bleeding from his damaged eye... like he was just left there... and I swear to god he looked at me....
But it wasn't him... it was a sorta glitchy vision of him... probably from that day after he was taken... He looked at me to say something, like he was telling me to run... then...
Then the vision changed to add the god damn Slenderman... It was my first time seeing it... and even with him not there I almost lost my breakfast looking at it... it was... frankly horror inducing to say the least.... I froze up, Antonio put a hand on my shoulder to calm me, I had forgotten that he was even there.
I couldn't help but tear up at what I saw next... the Slenderman lifted Paul off the ground, wrapping his tentacles around him, burning Paul as he pulled him close to him... Paul was screaming the entire time, only there was not sound... I could see he was still clutching that broken Bokken hilt...
Then I saw something... open behind the Slenderman as Paul was pulled into it as well... I saw the desperate fear as he shook his head looking at the portal... I didn't see what was past it, but Paul did, and it caused him so much terror that... god I started crying on the spot when I saw that...
Manic came up after the Vision... He and Antonio had at that point decided they had to "Walk the Path" to find Paul in there... I have to admit there really was no way I was going in there... but as we were discussing this, a van crashed the gates of the graveyard, and out came about 4 proxies...
It was a hard fight... I mean they were definitely not to scale with either Antonio or Manic... but they did have automatic riffles... while I had a pistol... Antonio threw around his freaky Slender bolts at them, and Manic held his own... It didn't take long for the proxies to run out of anmo and for us to take them down...
My training paid off, I took one of them down myself with a roundhouse kick followed by a stab in the chest via the knife Paul gave me.
I don't know what happened after that, because Antonio was thrown back alone... Manic was going... and Paul, according to Antonio was thrown out as well... Manic sacrificed himself for them... but Paul didn't land here... So shit... I have to wait till Antonio wakes up to get an idea where he ended up, and how were going to get Manic back!
Look if anyone happens to spot him, drop a comment in the meanwhile!
So I've been quiet the last few days, Antonio, Manic, and I have been trying to get ready to hit the location we thought Paul would have been taken to...
Manic had speculated that Paul would have been taken somewhere particularly painful to him, I could only think of one place.
The graveyard his mother is buried... Paul was in his teen's when she died and losing her was a rather traumatic incident. I can't think of anywhere else on this earth that he would have been taken....
The night before though... of good lord I don't know what we were thinking, Manic, Antonio and I got all dolled up and went to one of the most expensive restaurants we could find, and pulled a rather epic Dine-and-Dash...
Yeah well that's what I had told them, truth be told while they snuck out, I went and secretly paid for dinner...
Well at this point I'm sure that would put Antonio at ease, poor kid couldn't relax long enough to eat... and Manic... well I don't think he's going to be able to respond for a while....
So lets cut to the chase then... After an early morning drive down to Ocean Shores Wa, where I learned from Paul's dad was where she was buried (that's a conversation I hope to never repeat), it was only a 2 hour drive from where we were holding up...
What we found there was not what I had expected... by a tree, near where Paul's mothers grave was I saw him... Laying there bleeding out from a horrid wound on his side... still bleeding from his damaged eye... like he was just left there... and I swear to god he looked at me....
But it wasn't him... it was a sorta glitchy vision of him... probably from that day after he was taken... He looked at me to say something, like he was telling me to run... then...
Then the vision changed to add the god damn Slenderman... It was my first time seeing it... and even with him not there I almost lost my breakfast looking at it... it was... frankly horror inducing to say the least.... I froze up, Antonio put a hand on my shoulder to calm me, I had forgotten that he was even there.
I couldn't help but tear up at what I saw next... the Slenderman lifted Paul off the ground, wrapping his tentacles around him, burning Paul as he pulled him close to him... Paul was screaming the entire time, only there was not sound... I could see he was still clutching that broken Bokken hilt...
Then I saw something... open behind the Slenderman as Paul was pulled into it as well... I saw the desperate fear as he shook his head looking at the portal... I didn't see what was past it, but Paul did, and it caused him so much terror that... god I started crying on the spot when I saw that...
Manic came up after the Vision... He and Antonio had at that point decided they had to "Walk the Path" to find Paul in there... I have to admit there really was no way I was going in there... but as we were discussing this, a van crashed the gates of the graveyard, and out came about 4 proxies...
It was a hard fight... I mean they were definitely not to scale with either Antonio or Manic... but they did have automatic riffles... while I had a pistol... Antonio threw around his freaky Slender bolts at them, and Manic held his own... It didn't take long for the proxies to run out of anmo and for us to take them down...
My training paid off, I took one of them down myself with a roundhouse kick followed by a stab in the chest via the knife Paul gave me.
I don't know what happened after that, because Antonio was thrown back alone... Manic was going... and Paul, according to Antonio was thrown out as well... Manic sacrificed himself for them... but Paul didn't land here... So shit... I have to wait till Antonio wakes up to get an idea where he ended up, and how were going to get Manic back!
Look if anyone happens to spot him, drop a comment in the meanwhile!
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
A recap of recent events
Hey it's Maya... I guess for the short and or long term.. I'll be maintaining Paul's blog....
It's been almost two days since Ryan attacked us, the bastard.... I figured I should get my take on what happened...
Ryan had showed up and while I missed some of the conversation, he pretty much gave Paul an ultimatum... either he could stand with them, or die with us.....
Fucking bastard... in Paul's defense he told Ryan to "Go fuck himself"... I knew I loved him for a reason. Paul demanded answers, that he wanted the truth....
Yeah Ryan told him alright, he told Paul that his family was never real, that he was part of a "Special" project, to see if they could get a particularly strong willed runner to jump sides if they altered his memories... it had almost worked considering he fought Antonio several times and almost killed me in our own apartment.
Paul and I.... the night before.... God damnit Paul why did you have to try and play the hero!
Ryan orders the attack, Paul empties the clip to his hand gun and takes down two proxes before there numbers drove us into the building.... the fighting was floor by floor, Apartment by apartment.... I just barely saved Antonio after one proxy had taken a sledge hammer to his leg, Antonio before then had dropped a few of his buddies I suppose....
I was... Maybe 20 minutes before the rest of them were thrashed of had just plain bailed out of the attack... the few times I saw Paul during that time it was usually finishing off a Proxy that he had in some way been engaged by.... The last time... just before I was captured by Ryan... he had a nasty gash in his right side, and a bloodied nose... his clothes were torn... he was badly beaten by one of them before Paul shot him he told me....
I don't know what happened after that... Paul got Antonio to an emergency exit and antonio made it to a car and escaped to the location Manic met us... well he would have if Manic didn't decide to get premptive and arrive taking out a few proxies outside of the building.
Ryan got me a bit after that, knocked me out briefly...
I woke up on the roof a bit later... Paul was standing there.... looking like the hero I know him to be... hurt.. bloodied... but determined... I don't know what was said before they started fighting... but I was there to watch there fight...
Ryan... he's not like Antonio at all... Antonio uses his power as a proxy like a tool... he has a lot of finesse about him, and his heart doesn't let him abuse that power because he knows where it came from...
Ryan uses that same power like a club.... a weapon only... I was blacking in an out of the fight for the most part... I saw Paul get tossed like a rag doll just blocking a shot, I saw Paul clobber ryan with his Bokken looking like he shattered one of Ryan's arms in the process... I saw....
I saw Paul scream in pain as Ryan gouged one of Paul's eyes with his thumb... then I saw the bastard bleed when Paul stabbed Ryan between the ribs with a switchblade afterwards....
The fight ended after that... Paul was bleeding bad from his left eye... and If I was able to clear my head from... what ever the hell Ryan did.. I might have noticed his broken ribs...
I guess none of that matters not.. we know the rest of the story... Manic got me out of there... and then Slenderman showed up...
It's funny you know... up to that point none of us had ever encountered it... I wonder if we only did now because a number of his minions died... or... I don't know....
We'll get him back, Manic and Antonio are bouncing idea's off each other as to how to find him... we figure he has to be alive.. otherwise the Slenderman would not have taken him...
But if we get him back... will he still be him?
It's been almost two days since Ryan attacked us, the bastard.... I figured I should get my take on what happened...
Ryan had showed up and while I missed some of the conversation, he pretty much gave Paul an ultimatum... either he could stand with them, or die with us.....
Fucking bastard... in Paul's defense he told Ryan to "Go fuck himself"... I knew I loved him for a reason. Paul demanded answers, that he wanted the truth....
Yeah Ryan told him alright, he told Paul that his family was never real, that he was part of a "Special" project, to see if they could get a particularly strong willed runner to jump sides if they altered his memories... it had almost worked considering he fought Antonio several times and almost killed me in our own apartment.
Paul and I.... the night before.... God damnit Paul why did you have to try and play the hero!
Ryan orders the attack, Paul empties the clip to his hand gun and takes down two proxes before there numbers drove us into the building.... the fighting was floor by floor, Apartment by apartment.... I just barely saved Antonio after one proxy had taken a sledge hammer to his leg, Antonio before then had dropped a few of his buddies I suppose....
I was... Maybe 20 minutes before the rest of them were thrashed of had just plain bailed out of the attack... the few times I saw Paul during that time it was usually finishing off a Proxy that he had in some way been engaged by.... The last time... just before I was captured by Ryan... he had a nasty gash in his right side, and a bloodied nose... his clothes were torn... he was badly beaten by one of them before Paul shot him he told me....
I don't know what happened after that... Paul got Antonio to an emergency exit and antonio made it to a car and escaped to the location Manic met us... well he would have if Manic didn't decide to get premptive and arrive taking out a few proxies outside of the building.
Ryan got me a bit after that, knocked me out briefly...
I woke up on the roof a bit later... Paul was standing there.... looking like the hero I know him to be... hurt.. bloodied... but determined... I don't know what was said before they started fighting... but I was there to watch there fight...
Ryan... he's not like Antonio at all... Antonio uses his power as a proxy like a tool... he has a lot of finesse about him, and his heart doesn't let him abuse that power because he knows where it came from...
Ryan uses that same power like a club.... a weapon only... I was blacking in an out of the fight for the most part... I saw Paul get tossed like a rag doll just blocking a shot, I saw Paul clobber ryan with his Bokken looking like he shattered one of Ryan's arms in the process... I saw....
I saw Paul scream in pain as Ryan gouged one of Paul's eyes with his thumb... then I saw the bastard bleed when Paul stabbed Ryan between the ribs with a switchblade afterwards....
The fight ended after that... Paul was bleeding bad from his left eye... and If I was able to clear my head from... what ever the hell Ryan did.. I might have noticed his broken ribs...
I guess none of that matters not.. we know the rest of the story... Manic got me out of there... and then Slenderman showed up...
It's funny you know... up to that point none of us had ever encountered it... I wonder if we only did now because a number of his minions died... or... I don't know....
We'll get him back, Manic and Antonio are bouncing idea's off each other as to how to find him... we figure he has to be alive.. otherwise the Slenderman would not have taken him...
But if we get him back... will he still be him?
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.
THERE HERE!!!!
This is Maya, I have to make this quick, about... ten minutes ago two black van's pulled up out side, and what looks like... I'm not sure... 10 people stepped out. all wearing white masks...
One of them is not... that must be Ryan, Paul and Antonio already went down to talk to them, Paul has his gun and Bokken, I just came up so I could grab the bags and sneak out the fire exit to the cars...
God help us all.....
One of them is not... that must be Ryan, Paul and Antonio already went down to talk to them, Paul has his gun and Bokken, I just came up so I could grab the bags and sneak out the fire exit to the cars...
God help us all.....
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?
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Monster
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Okay lets get this fucking over with....
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So Maya had just had me sit back down.. I'm still bleeding... and I just tried to murder her....
Let me make myself clear, Hoody, deserved what happened to him, the fucking bastard wrecked my life, and god knows how many others before, he's a blatant proxy's displaying powerful slender-skills, and yeah...
Maya hasn't done shit against me, except be a "friend" of Hoody... and I almost killed her for that...
She came back into the room from the bathroom with some more Gauss and some rubbing Alcohol... She looks at me slightly shaking like I'm going to strike at her again...
That just makes me feel worse....
"You don't have to help me anymore.... you already know that I'm on to the two of you" I say with a bit of bile...
Maya just sits down "Paul... I don't know what the hell your talking about, just sit down and shut up so I can get the bleeding to stop."
I didn't deserve this...... We sat silent while she worked on Re-wrapping my head, the rubbing alcohol burned like a son of a bitch...
"How do you know him...." I asked while she worked.
"How do you not Paul.... I can understand forgetting little things, but I don't understand how you forgot about Antonio"
So that's the Proxy's real name... "There's allot of things I don't know"
"I can see that... Paul.... when did the memory loss start?"
I look at her "My memory is fine thank you, it's the rest of the god damn world that's wrong!"
With sad eyes she asks a question that I didn't want to answer "Do you remember me at all?"
I look at the table, at my wrecked hand... "No.... I remember.... something else... I'm not ready to tell you what I do remember."
She stands up and walks to the fridge, there's a blankness in her face I can't quite place, she grabs a couple beers for us, I get the impression she's going to push for details.
She sits back down, not looking me in the eyes... "I figured as much to be honest, when you bought the fake story about our tattoo's"
I struggle to pop the top off my beer, she had to pop it for me.
I look at her... "What's the real story?...."
She looks at me... she struggles with the question, I'm getting answers, but to all the wrong questions.
"This is not the first time one of us lost our memory Paul, Antonio is... Well he is what you called a 'Proxy'... But he used to be... with me... before I met you."
I hide my shock at this... shit I knew she knows allot about Him, but to hear her speak openly of it is... dubious.
"He was kidnapped... years ago... were were still kids... I didn't see him till about 8 months ago, he was different, he was traumatized, he had... He had strange abilities.... you helped me Paul, helped me pull him back together, you might not know this, but he has the same tattoo as us"
"Maya he might have killed people... I mean my-"
I cut myself off, She wouldn't remember my family, she wouldn't remember my friends... how could she, the rest of the world doesn't....
At this point she gets up walks over to me, I'm still sitting..... my guard is down, I'm so very tired at this point. I can faintly see the marks of my fingers on her neck still...
"I don't know what you remember Paul, what they made you remember instead of Antonio and I, but were real god dammit!"
On that note... She slaps me... Hard... I deserved it....
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Then she hugs me.... Crying.... I hug her back, the bastard that I am, still comforting her....
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Maya will be her in a few moments, she doesn't know about the blog, I plan on keeping it that way... I'm not sure what's real anymore... There's no way my family was fake... but Maya is real, and were on the same side now....
I tried to kill her, might have killed Hoody/Antonio.... But if she's right, someone else is pulling the strings here... and we plan on finding out who....
Okay lets get this fucking over with....
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So Maya had just had me sit back down.. I'm still bleeding... and I just tried to murder her....
Let me make myself clear, Hoody, deserved what happened to him, the fucking bastard wrecked my life, and god knows how many others before, he's a blatant proxy's displaying powerful slender-skills, and yeah...
Maya hasn't done shit against me, except be a "friend" of Hoody... and I almost killed her for that...
She came back into the room from the bathroom with some more Gauss and some rubbing Alcohol... She looks at me slightly shaking like I'm going to strike at her again...
That just makes me feel worse....
"You don't have to help me anymore.... you already know that I'm on to the two of you" I say with a bit of bile...
Maya just sits down "Paul... I don't know what the hell your talking about, just sit down and shut up so I can get the bleeding to stop."
I didn't deserve this...... We sat silent while she worked on Re-wrapping my head, the rubbing alcohol burned like a son of a bitch...
"How do you know him...." I asked while she worked.
"How do you not Paul.... I can understand forgetting little things, but I don't understand how you forgot about Antonio"
So that's the Proxy's real name... "There's allot of things I don't know"
"I can see that... Paul.... when did the memory loss start?"
I look at her "My memory is fine thank you, it's the rest of the god damn world that's wrong!"
With sad eyes she asks a question that I didn't want to answer "Do you remember me at all?"
I look at the table, at my wrecked hand... "No.... I remember.... something else... I'm not ready to tell you what I do remember."
She stands up and walks to the fridge, there's a blankness in her face I can't quite place, she grabs a couple beers for us, I get the impression she's going to push for details.
She sits back down, not looking me in the eyes... "I figured as much to be honest, when you bought the fake story about our tattoo's"
I struggle to pop the top off my beer, she had to pop it for me.
I look at her... "What's the real story?...."
She looks at me... she struggles with the question, I'm getting answers, but to all the wrong questions.
"This is not the first time one of us lost our memory Paul, Antonio is... Well he is what you called a 'Proxy'... But he used to be... with me... before I met you."
I hide my shock at this... shit I knew she knows allot about Him, but to hear her speak openly of it is... dubious.
"He was kidnapped... years ago... were were still kids... I didn't see him till about 8 months ago, he was different, he was traumatized, he had... He had strange abilities.... you helped me Paul, helped me pull him back together, you might not know this, but he has the same tattoo as us"
"Maya he might have killed people... I mean my-"
I cut myself off, She wouldn't remember my family, she wouldn't remember my friends... how could she, the rest of the world doesn't....
At this point she gets up walks over to me, I'm still sitting..... my guard is down, I'm so very tired at this point. I can faintly see the marks of my fingers on her neck still...
"I don't know what you remember Paul, what they made you remember instead of Antonio and I, but were real god dammit!"
On that note... She slaps me... Hard... I deserved it....
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Then she hugs me.... Crying.... I hug her back, the bastard that I am, still comforting her....
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Maya will be her in a few moments, she doesn't know about the blog, I plan on keeping it that way... I'm not sure what's real anymore... There's no way my family was fake... but Maya is real, and were on the same side now....
I tried to kill her, might have killed Hoody/Antonio.... But if she's right, someone else is pulling the strings here... and we plan on finding out who....
Hallowed
Shit I can't believe I'm actually going to post this shit... well I made a promise...
Manic has been kidnapped, Ryan shot my an email, and...
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And I came damn close to murdering Maya last night...
If anyone read last nights post (funny how my only victory so far got like.. no god damn comments) then you already knew I was waiting for her.. I must of been a hell of a sight, splattered in my own blood, and some of Hoody's, wearing bandages on my head and hands. Wearing an unfamiliar face to hear...
A face contorted by hate...
She dropped her purse and started right for me, I didn't realize it at the time, but she was genuinely concerned, she had no idea that I just kicked the shit out of her partner...
She got half way to me, when I got up and met her half way....
I had this.. well mental image last night of how it would go down, I'd be all smug and throw down something manly like "So I just beat the shit out of your partner, your move"
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Didn't play out like that... I got up, dashed at her, probably still was hoped up on adrenaline, got her by the throat and shoved her into a wall...
I got easily a foot on her, and I weigh about 100lbs more than her, she couldn't fight back... yeah this is the part I'm not pleased with my self for...
The first thing I screamed at her is pretty simple... "I just beat the shit out of your proxy friend, and your going to give me some FUCKING ANSWERS!!"
I think it scared the shit out of her, she could form a coherent sentence, just stammering like "Paul... what... I... What?"
She wasn't crying, she was took scared shitless to cry, scared of me...
Christ did I really do this, I mean this isn't me, I don't hurt women, I know better, at what point yesterday, hell in the last several days, did I stop seeing her as a person, and more as a puppet..
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed "YOU KNOW GOD DAMN WELL WHAT THE FUCK I WANT TO KNOW!"
"Paul.. I don't know what your talking about!" She had replied in a genuine tone...
I pulled back, and slammed her back into the wall, the rage, the anger I had pent up, I was doing this all with one arm, my right arm was still a bandaged and to sore to use at that point. God, I really kept this pent up....
"DON'T FUCKING LIE!" I screamed. "I Saw you with the fucking proxy when we stopped for food, I saw you with the fucker! The same bastard who attacked me before! YOU FUCKING KNOW HIM!"
For some reason... I held back from outright asking what I wanted to know, "Where is my family"
I didn't realize it at this point, but I think I was crying.... my hand was shaking... I wanted answers, I wanted them back.... And I had the key to getting them back, by the throat....
The realization that I was about to kill her snapped me back, my grip loosened... she gasped for air... god damn it, I was strangling her.... I just stood there, all the strength leaving my limb...
But the illusion was broken, we both knew now that things were not right with us. Not right with me....
To her credit, she didn't run, didn't strike back, didn't even cry.... The moved my arm....just looked at me and said simply...
"You did a pretty bad job at bandaging this up Paul" touching the area over my eye, where I was still slowly bleeding.. "Go sit down, I'll get the Gauss, then we can talk...."
Part two will come later on today... My hand hurts, I need a break...
Manic has been kidnapped, Ryan shot my an email, and...
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And I came damn close to murdering Maya last night...
If anyone read last nights post (funny how my only victory so far got like.. no god damn comments) then you already knew I was waiting for her.. I must of been a hell of a sight, splattered in my own blood, and some of Hoody's, wearing bandages on my head and hands. Wearing an unfamiliar face to hear...
A face contorted by hate...
She dropped her purse and started right for me, I didn't realize it at the time, but she was genuinely concerned, she had no idea that I just kicked the shit out of her partner...
She got half way to me, when I got up and met her half way....
I had this.. well mental image last night of how it would go down, I'd be all smug and throw down something manly like "So I just beat the shit out of your partner, your move"
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Didn't play out like that... I got up, dashed at her, probably still was hoped up on adrenaline, got her by the throat and shoved her into a wall...
I got easily a foot on her, and I weigh about 100lbs more than her, she couldn't fight back... yeah this is the part I'm not pleased with my self for...
The first thing I screamed at her is pretty simple... "I just beat the shit out of your proxy friend, and your going to give me some FUCKING ANSWERS!!"
I think it scared the shit out of her, she could form a coherent sentence, just stammering like "Paul... what... I... What?"
She wasn't crying, she was took scared shitless to cry, scared of me...
Christ did I really do this, I mean this isn't me, I don't hurt women, I know better, at what point yesterday, hell in the last several days, did I stop seeing her as a person, and more as a puppet..
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed "YOU KNOW GOD DAMN WELL WHAT THE FUCK I WANT TO KNOW!"
"Paul.. I don't know what your talking about!" She had replied in a genuine tone...
I pulled back, and slammed her back into the wall, the rage, the anger I had pent up, I was doing this all with one arm, my right arm was still a bandaged and to sore to use at that point. God, I really kept this pent up....
"DON'T FUCKING LIE!" I screamed. "I Saw you with the fucking proxy when we stopped for food, I saw you with the fucker! The same bastard who attacked me before! YOU FUCKING KNOW HIM!"
For some reason... I held back from outright asking what I wanted to know, "Where is my family"
I didn't realize it at this point, but I think I was crying.... my hand was shaking... I wanted answers, I wanted them back.... And I had the key to getting them back, by the throat....
The realization that I was about to kill her snapped me back, my grip loosened... she gasped for air... god damn it, I was strangling her.... I just stood there, all the strength leaving my limb...
But the illusion was broken, we both knew now that things were not right with us. Not right with me....
To her credit, she didn't run, didn't strike back, didn't even cry.... The moved my arm....just looked at me and said simply...
"You did a pretty bad job at bandaging this up Paul" touching the area over my eye, where I was still slowly bleeding.. "Go sit down, I'll get the Gauss, then we can talk...."
Part two will come later on today... My hand hurts, I need a break...
Monday, March 26, 2012
Bloody
So I had a hell of a day, sorry I don't want to type a long post out, I'm typing this all one handed as I think I had to bandage up my hands tonight, but my left hand hurts worse....
So lets cut to the chase then, last night.... well it went pretty well considering I was *not* sleeping next to, at best case scenario, the ally of my local proxy. I had just quietly slipped my gun into a gap between the bed and the nightstand, when I heard her whisper "You won't need it, I'll protect you" in a half tired voice before wrapping her arms around me and going back to sleep....
See it's that type of shit, that raises doubts... if I could trust her... That would have been fantastically romantic...
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Sorry I was just getting some pain medicine and I just finished gaussing up a small cut over my eye I didn't notice before.. till it got in my eye, that shit hurts.....
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So why am I in such a great mood? Because I kicked kicked slenderloving shit out of hoody in a fight...
I had just got home, and he was waiting for me, said he wanted to talk to me again, and I did this time what I should have done the last time....
I walked right up to him and clocked him in the face with a "Novelty paperweight" that just happens to look like some brass knuckles... I even let out a overly upbeat "Surprise BITCH!" when I clocked him with it.
Yeah he countered that one quick, using his slender-skills to punch me back about 6 feet, but I parried it so I wasn't laid out like the last time....
I lost grip on my brass knuckles so the fight was in favor at this point, but I remembered something that I had forgot the last time we fought...
I knew Akido...
For the uninitiated, Akido focus's on the philosophy of defensive fighting, making them waste there energy attacking, and turning there own force against him, he threw a punch, I used the force of his punch to shoulder flip him and kick him in the back to throw his balance off.
Akido does not teach you how to counter teleportation, or kinetic attacks. but I held my own, left him bloodied pretty bad, till he tossed me hard enough that I landed near my car, a good ten feet... then I played my ace card.
I popped the trunk and broke out my Bokken, want to know something funny, Sure I believe in alien's, ghosts, and Slenderman, but I never bought into the mystical shit, not even when I had a native American charm affixed to my bokken, that helped...
Hoody didn't see it coming when I "blocked" one of Kinetic attacks with my bokken and countered with a diagonal swing down on his head that would make a master proud... I connected, there was blood splattering...
Hoody dissolved into smoke and was gone... but the blood on my bokken was still there... as well as the blood on the ground, and the bruises on my body.
So I finally got one for the win column, It's not decisive, or even long term, but I let him know, let all the proxies out there know one single thing...
I *will* not be fucked with any longer.
In about ten minutes, Maya will be here, I'm going to see if I can't go 2 for 2 against proxies tonight, even if this fight is going to be with words.
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.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
So much blood.....
I'm going to make this brief, I'm trying to care Maya while I type this on my phone....
The people across the hall are dead, I don't know how.. but there was blood.... leaking.... out of the door into the hall, we can't actually leave the apartment due all of it...
I heard reference to "trash bags"... Maya is fitfully passed out on my shoulder... and I have my gun loaded in my other hand...
It's going to be a long night.
The people across the hall are dead, I don't know how.. but there was blood.... leaking.... out of the door into the hall, we can't actually leave the apartment due all of it...
I heard reference to "trash bags"... Maya is fitfully passed out on my shoulder... and I have my gun loaded in my other hand...
It's going to be a long night.
Wide awake!
Okay I told Manic I would ask about this, but I had no idea how to broach the subject...
"What's the story with our tattoo's"
Now Operator symbols could go one way or another, they could either serve as wards, like an eye on the back of your, in our case, neck, or it could mean anything really....
Maya, was of course, confused why I was asking, like it was a pretty serious offense. I hand waived it away as my memory being seven shades of fucked up ... Actually that's the gods honest truth.
Apparently we both got them a year or so ago, she admits to be fuzzy on the significance of the tattoo's but.... Well apparently Maya was attacked a year and some months ago, she was beaten pretty bad, and someone thought it would be cute to slice an X in her neck... looking at the tattoo on her neck I can almost see the scar the tattoo covers up...
So well yeah, according to her, that's why she has the tattoo, seems innocent enough right? Apparently I got the tattoo afterwards as some kind of romantic sign of solidarity, getting ink'd together or something...
It doesn't hold water, I've always been against getting tattoo's. Also what the tattoo represents? Hell at best case scenario it means that we "just happened" to get Operator symbol's inked onto ourselves willingly, and that she was cut up by a proxy at some point, worst case scenario, she's lying to me about the reason's.....
Of course she was pissed at me for even bringing this up, I had to think fast I rattled off a line about "I just wanted to make sure I never forgot why" and then gave her a hug.
On a slightly lighter note, this is how I started my morning, I had apparently failed to set my alarm clock, so I started my day with a hand on my back and a whisper in my hear telling me to get up, which woke me up... Screaming.... Like a little girl.....
At least I know now that she has a key to my apartment....
"What's the story with our tattoo's"
Now Operator symbols could go one way or another, they could either serve as wards, like an eye on the back of your, in our case, neck, or it could mean anything really....
Maya, was of course, confused why I was asking, like it was a pretty serious offense. I hand waived it away as my memory being seven shades of fucked up ... Actually that's the gods honest truth.
Apparently we both got them a year or so ago, she admits to be fuzzy on the significance of the tattoo's but.... Well apparently Maya was attacked a year and some months ago, she was beaten pretty bad, and someone thought it would be cute to slice an X in her neck... looking at the tattoo on her neck I can almost see the scar the tattoo covers up...
So well yeah, according to her, that's why she has the tattoo, seems innocent enough right? Apparently I got the tattoo afterwards as some kind of romantic sign of solidarity, getting ink'd together or something...
It doesn't hold water, I've always been against getting tattoo's. Also what the tattoo represents? Hell at best case scenario it means that we "just happened" to get Operator symbol's inked onto ourselves willingly, and that she was cut up by a proxy at some point, worst case scenario, she's lying to me about the reason's.....
Of course she was pissed at me for even bringing this up, I had to think fast I rattled off a line about "I just wanted to make sure I never forgot why" and then gave her a hug.
On a slightly lighter note, this is how I started my morning, I had apparently failed to set my alarm clock, so I started my day with a hand on my back and a whisper in my hear telling me to get up, which woke me up... Screaming.... Like a little girl.....
At least I know now that she has a key to my apartment....
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Changing.....
Okay, let me start off this post with a short message to Elaine.....
Thank you for writing in, your concerns are appreciated and will be addressed when the time is right, or never depending on exactly how long I have left to live... Because honestly, I have some serious fucking bullshit to deal with right now, and I'm pretty fucking sure I have long since lost my god damn mind!!!
So remember how I said I was going to give the old in-laws a call to see if they had heard anything back about my wife's disappearance...
So apparently, as far as there concerned... my wife and son never existed..... I mean holy fucking shit, I was not married for 4 years and raised a son for 3 to have them never exist, no sir, didn't happen, and that's pretty fucking bullshit right now!
I mean to listen to my, well apparently never, father in law explain that he has no idea who the fuck I am, that we never met, and he only had son's no daughters, and I clearly had the wrong fucking number... WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
HOW... THE.... FUCK.... IS..... THIS..... POSSIBLE......
So yeah, right now I'm drinking, and very much am GOING OUT OF MY FUCKING SKULL.... Because this shit is not happening... no sir, it's impossible, THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!!!!!!
I know they were fucking real, this is god damn impossible, they were real, I'm not fucking insane, they were real.....
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But the worst part of it is... he warned me..., Hoody.... Last time I saw him outside my window... he just wanted to talk to me... he told me "That my world would forever change, and I could adapt to the change, or be destroyed by it"
BUT THIS IS A PRETTY FUCKING MAJOR CHANGE YOU DUMB PROXY FUCK... THIS IS NOT A FUCKING CHANGE, THIS IS REALITY IT-FUCKING-SELF BEING REWRITTEN!!!
This is god damn impossible.... It's just fucking impossible.... THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!! I could feel there hugs, I could hear my son laugh and ask for drinks and say "Thank you" when we gave him something, I can see them in my mind right now, my son chasing the cat, my wife making breakfast... THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!!!!
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He took them from me.... That tall faceless fuck... I'll kill him, I will FUCKING KILL HIM..... I'll find a god damn way to kill him..... You read this, you absorb it... BECAUSE HE WILL FUCKING DIE BY MY HAND!!!!!
Thank you for writing in, your concerns are appreciated and will be addressed when the time is right, or never depending on exactly how long I have left to live... Because honestly, I have some serious fucking bullshit to deal with right now, and I'm pretty fucking sure I have long since lost my god damn mind!!!
So remember how I said I was going to give the old in-laws a call to see if they had heard anything back about my wife's disappearance...
So apparently, as far as there concerned... my wife and son never existed..... I mean holy fucking shit, I was not married for 4 years and raised a son for 3 to have them never exist, no sir, didn't happen, and that's pretty fucking bullshit right now!
I mean to listen to my, well apparently never, father in law explain that he has no idea who the fuck I am, that we never met, and he only had son's no daughters, and I clearly had the wrong fucking number... WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
HOW... THE.... FUCK.... IS..... THIS..... POSSIBLE......
So yeah, right now I'm drinking, and very much am GOING OUT OF MY FUCKING SKULL.... Because this shit is not happening... no sir, it's impossible, THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!!!!!!
I know they were fucking real, this is god damn impossible, they were real, I'm not fucking insane, they were real.....
.
.
.
.
.
But the worst part of it is... he warned me..., Hoody.... Last time I saw him outside my window... he just wanted to talk to me... he told me "That my world would forever change, and I could adapt to the change, or be destroyed by it"
BUT THIS IS A PRETTY FUCKING MAJOR CHANGE YOU DUMB PROXY FUCK... THIS IS NOT A FUCKING CHANGE, THIS IS REALITY IT-FUCKING-SELF BEING REWRITTEN!!!
This is god damn impossible.... It's just fucking impossible.... THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!! I could feel there hugs, I could hear my son laugh and ask for drinks and say "Thank you" when we gave him something, I can see them in my mind right now, my son chasing the cat, my wife making breakfast... THEY WERE FUCKING REAL!!!!!!
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He took them from me.... That tall faceless fuck... I'll kill him, I will FUCKING KILL HIM..... I'll find a god damn way to kill him..... You read this, you absorb it... BECAUSE HE WILL FUCKING DIE BY MY HAND!!!!!
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!
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......
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Loss....
Okay, so at this point you all know the truth, my wife and son vanished into thin air last night.
No signs of her... The car? missing, hell no one saw it stopped at any point. Traffic cam's are also useless, we see the car pass by one intersection, but the car never passes the next intersection, Between two intersections barely 500 feet apart, my wife, my son, and the car they were in vanishes without a trace
I would have received some kind of message had she felt like she was at risk.
I didn't get a thing...
Okay so I see what normally happens in this situation, usually there's some kind of cryptic message, some kind of panicked call saying "Oh god something's happening".... Sorry I haven't slept in pushing two days now i'm not feeling creative.
At this point, I feel like a fucking idiot, I mean Jesus Christ, I told her to go to her parents for there safety, I mean it was in the middle of the day, and no one see's a damn thing? No reports about a car fucking vanishing in broad daylight?
I just don't get it.... I don't.... and now I gotta go pass out before I fucking start hallucinating or something.
No signs of her... The car? missing, hell no one saw it stopped at any point. Traffic cam's are also useless, we see the car pass by one intersection, but the car never passes the next intersection, Between two intersections barely 500 feet apart, my wife, my son, and the car they were in vanishes without a trace
I would have received some kind of message had she felt like she was at risk.
I didn't get a thing...
Okay so I see what normally happens in this situation, usually there's some kind of cryptic message, some kind of panicked call saying "Oh god something's happening".... Sorry I haven't slept in pushing two days now i'm not feeling creative.
At this point, I feel like a fucking idiot, I mean Jesus Christ, I told her to go to her parents for there safety, I mean it was in the middle of the day, and no one see's a damn thing? No reports about a car fucking vanishing in broad daylight?
I just don't get it.... I don't.... and now I gotta go pass out before I fucking start hallucinating or something.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Death....
Let me start off with this post
Zeke's last video
I maybe have been out of posting lately, but I have been following, all the death that has been happening lately, Sarah from Tribe twelve, Jessie and Alex from Everyman Hybrid.....
Everyone who's been killed on my end.....
What god damn hope is there at this point......
We can't kill it can we? I mean someone would have found a way by now to kill it, and Zeke was one of the best of us... If he couldn't live this, what fucking hope do the rest of us have?
Ryan and nick saw the video as well, and well, we decided it's payback, I'm calling that little hooded fucker out.
That's right you fuck! You want to kill us? then come bring it the fuck on! You know where I live and I swear to god you won't get a better chance at it!!
Bring your tall friend with you, we'll make a party out of it!!
Zeke's last video
I maybe have been out of posting lately, but I have been following, all the death that has been happening lately, Sarah from Tribe twelve, Jessie and Alex from Everyman Hybrid.....
Everyone who's been killed on my end.....
What god damn hope is there at this point......
We can't kill it can we? I mean someone would have found a way by now to kill it, and Zeke was one of the best of us... If he couldn't live this, what fucking hope do the rest of us have?
Ryan and nick saw the video as well, and well, we decided it's payback, I'm calling that little hooded fucker out.
That's right you fuck! You want to kill us? then come bring it the fuck on! You know where I live and I swear to god you won't get a better chance at it!!
Bring your tall friend with you, we'll make a party out of it!!
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