Sunday, October 30, 2011

And What Have We Learned?

I'm back in action! Well I'm still a bit sick, but I'm not decked out on medications so hopefully no more blog comments riddled with spelling errors and missing words!

But more importantly, time to experiment with the Slendersludge!

I managed to grab a large empty shed with the help of my friend Seth (name changed to protect his identity) to use and I also enlisted his help since he's a chemistry major.

So what have we learned?

1) With the right(?) chemicals, Slendersludge can be incredibly volitile.

2)Mustaches and goatess/beards can be just as easily singed off as eyebrows. Seth can vouche for this. Now I was lucky enough not to lose my eyebrows. This is because I covered them. As vain as it sounds, I like my eyebrows. They are...defining. They add a bit of charater to me. I had a feeling something bad would happen so I covered them.
Seth on the other hand. is now royally pissed at me and is now sporting the sides of a rough Fu Manchu moustache on his face. The sides and NOTHING ELSE.

3) I introduce our first weapon: The Slender-tov Cocktails (tentative name). Okay they are just like Molotov Cocktails except they seem to go off a little faster.

Hey, It's a start right?

Friday, October 28, 2011


Well, in some lighter news. I'm officially set up for my final semester of college. Holy crap, does time fly. I'm gonna save the reminiscing for when I'm actually grduating. But hey, with my standards now set to "D is for Diploma", I can set aside some time for more fun. Nothin' will hold me back!

Okay, who the fuck am I kidding, I'm the most reclusive theatre major you will ever meet (and this was BEFORE my stalking by Slendy).

But still, it's worth a shot.

Also, I have managed to get ahold of a hefty amount of slendergoop/slendersludge/black stuff (by means of which I probably shouldn't disclose). Now I can concocted some nifty new weapons ^^

...Now how do I test something like this when most of the fields are so dry they are practically kindling?

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Sorting things out

So, all of the stress has made me a tad ill. I'm presently decked out on meds so forgive me if things are slightly incoherent.

So I've been pondering why that Runner was in the courtyard and I came up with a few theories

1) It was pure coincidence.
2) He may have had a generalize guess as to where I was. I've realized that I haven't really been subtle with my location. I mean, at least not subtle enough. I'm really hoping this isn't the case otherwise...I'm technically responsible for this guy's death...
3) Maybe he was Slenderwalked there and used to deliver a message to me or something...I don't know.

Dear God, I just can't-
I really don't want it to be #2.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

His Turn

Okay so I’ve had some time to sort things out. Jesus Christ last night was one @#!*% of night.

Well first, yesterday I found out that the guy who made my trench knives and some of my other special weaponry was found dead on Sunday. Apparently he was shot in car-jacking gone awry. I’d like to hope (as uncomfortable for me as that sounds) that was simply the case and not something far worse. If by some chance his family is reading this, I’m so sorry for your loss. He was incredibly talented in his crafted. I was there was more that I could say but didn’t know him on a personal level and I’m really not good at this kind of thing.

As for last night, forgive the slight incoherency and spelling errors of my post. When you think you are about to die, spelling isn’t really a concern.

We despite my drive to graduate college, I have a rather lazy side to me that tends come out and really when it comes to my essays, my best stuff comes when I pull it out of my @#!*% .

But I digress.

I leaving the library and entered the main campus courtyard when I spotted someone running. I hid behind a small rock wall to observe. I noticed a familiar symbol on his arms: a crudely made Operator’s Symbol. A Runner? All of the sudden his stopped and a bit of metal peeking out of his chest. There was someone behind him. The Runner just had a shocked look on his as he was stabbed several more times.

As the Runner slumped to ground, I got a good look at the assailant. The man (I’m assuming) was rather tall. No where near as tall as Slendy but certainly taller than me. I’d estimate about 6’7”. He was wielding something similar to a wakizashi (I’ve been busy doing research on that), and on a hoodie jacket. The most distinguishable about him was the mask he had on, it was white and instead of eyeholes, it was something more of a black visor. The first thing that came to my mind were the visors that the Imperial Sentinels had in Return of the Jedi.

I took out my trench knives and my hands trembled, his head hooked towards me and he dashed towards me. This guy was @#!*% fast. Not superpower fast (thank God) but borderline Olympic Runner level. He leapt up on the wall (oh grand he knows parkour too) and plunged his sword down and our blades clashed. He leapt down and kept going at me with such proficient strikes. I was forced to go on the defense the whole time.

Out the corner of my eye I saw Him. Slender Man was by the Runner’s body and saw a tentacle lift up the Runner by the ankle. Then I saw the Runner blink and twitch. @#!*% , he was still alive! Slendy then proceeded to…well, I know have a good idea of how he removes all of his victim’s organs.

The assailant was relentless so I didn’t see every instant of the above event but I saw enough. This guy was just a monster. I slashed at his arm but he didn’t seem unhindered at all. He didn’t even make some sort pained response. I managed to hit him with a taser but he recovered from that rather quickly. Luckily it gave me enough time to get away and back to my apartment but dear god he caught up fast. On a small note, I noticed that his mask was made of wood and finely crafted. For a good remainder of the night he was hovering out side of my apartment almost like some sort of animal before finally leaving. Honestly, I couldn’t fight back if I tried. This guy is way out of my league. And by that time, I was worn out. While I can hold my own, my stamina doesn’t last as long as most. I don’t know why, it’s just always been like that since I was a kid.

I went to the courtyard the next morning, expecting to find a crime or something. But there was nothing. Zip, zilch, nada, nothing. There wasn’t a single trace of blood.

I’m still trying to piece so much together. What was that Runner doing there? What the @#!*% was the guy with the mask? What exactly are his ties with Slendy? Why didn’t Slendy take advantage of this moment to kill me?

Ugh, all of this is making my head hurt.

Well, I guess the old man might have been right.
“Some folks don’t take to kindly to smartasses”

What the fuck is the thing Stopfucking hovering round my woindow

Thursday, October 20, 2011

A Night at the Theatre

Well, this blog was bound to get hacked at some point.

To whoever the culprit may be, first and foremost, fuck you. Second, red italicized text and alternating colors? Jesus Christ man couldn't you at least be a little original. Well you centered it you so I guess that's a little different. And third, given the traces of blood, it seems you met with one of my traps. Hope you enjoyed it.

As to why I left my laptop alone, that is because I was attending a show last night. I do not like to miss out on watching my peers perform. Needless to say, I can't bring my laptop with me because will, it kinda' makes me feel like a dick.

The performances itself was great. I always loved "Fuddy Meers". But last night, something stood out. Please bear with me with this, I am utterly exhausted so I may seem a bit incoherent.

The theatre the performance is in is quite small so I always make sure to show up as early as I can. There is one seat that I am especially fond of. However tonight, someone had beaten me there. Trying assert some of my territorial dominance I sat to him. This guy was clad in a suit, needless to say, I breathed a sigh of relief when saw he had a face. But really, a suit to a comedy? He looked to be in maybe his late 60s. I don't know it's really hard to identify age these day. He had bowler resting in his lap and small pair of glasses resting on his nose. What really caught my eye was the gray bushy moustache he had. He looked like what I envision my grandfather would look like. I noticed the cane hooked on the side of the aisle seat so I was little more forgiving, but I was still think "You bastard! You took my fucking spot!"

I flipped through the program for a bit when I heard him speak up.

"I always enjoy these kind of plays." he said. He spoke in one of those classy Southern accents. Y'know like from a tycoon who owns a mansion and his Southern Belle wife asks if you'd like to come on up to the veranda and set a spell.

"You mean comedies?" I asked. I wasn't expecting him to have anything interesting to say but I figured I'd go along.

"Well yes. But I enjoy the deeper...what the word? Theme? Setting behind it. When character's hold some sort of life-changing secret. It's always interesting to see how they act when they think it's going to be unveiled. The chaos that comes from it is...entertaining." I simply nodded, going along with him. He pointed out to the actress who preset on the stage, 'sleeping' in the bed. "And our dear girl Claire is a most interesting person to experience this. You can just cause all chaos, throw all these 'truths' at her, and she just forgets it the next day."

Now, I've read the script before so I knew what to expect, but seriously what a jackass for spoiling bits of the play.

"Yeah I suppose so." I said, I really didn't like holding conversations with strangers.

"But what I enjoy most is watching when people keep those secrets so bottled up that it just eats away it them." he chuckled to himself "That's just me."

I was taken aback, it was something that you don't expect to hear from some stranger, especially a kindly looking old man.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just rambling old man, sorry to waste your time." He stood up and put his bowler on, taking his cane with him. Why on earth would he be leaving before the show began?

After he went up the first step he turned around, his gaze was now very cold. "By the way. I'd suggest you watch how you wave to people." His voice at a threatening tone to it "Some folks don't take to kindly to smartasses."

I froze. How the fuck could he now about that?

I tried to watch and enjoy the show but really how could I after that.

My spot was available, but for some reason the thought of sitting there after he did made me sick to my stomach.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Silly silly Raggedy Man

You can't take your laptop everywhere

Monday, October 17, 2011

Random Ponderings

No real news, I just feel like posting some random stuff.

-I kind of feel bad that Slender Man will probably never be able to give someone a legimate high-five.

-I also feel bad that he can't enjoy playing video games.

-On that note, Slendy if you are reading this (if you can even read): Quit fucking with mine!!

-I cross my fingers that one day, Slendy accidently Slenderwalks into a landmine or a bear trap or something.

-Interesting fighting match-ups: Slender Man vs.
- Chuck Norris (oh c'mon you saw that coming a mile away)
- The Kite-Eating Tree from "Peanuts"
- Captain Falcon
-The Goddamn Batman
- Michael Bolton (I know he'll die, I just fucking hate Michael Bolton)
- Brian Boitano (cause Brian Boitano doesn't take shit from anybody)
- Anyone else got any ideas?

-I'm not sure which is scarier, Slender Man or the porn that has resulted from Him and all the bloggers. Damn Rule 34.

- I think I'm going to buy myself one of those big, good ole' fashioned, Tony Soprano fuck-off ci gars. It's not that I smoke, but I think it could be a good morale booster for myself when I am engaged in combat.

You may wonder why I seem to be cracking jokes about my situation. Well to be honest, my sense of humor is one the few things that's keeping me sane.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

And Gone Again

So for the lack of updates, college got in the way and I refuse that let that bastard get in my way when I am so close to graduating.

Speaking of bastards, Slendy has been M.I.A. again. I'm hoping this is just the calm after the shitstorm that was August and September. I mean, for the first time in a while we actually managed to go a week without a blogger dying so that's a good sign right?

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Exodus to Texas

I guess that's an appropriate title for this new chapter in the war against Slender Man.

For those few of you who are out of the loop, Elaine has set up a little safe haven for runners and it seems that they are most certainly flocking there. So to all of you who haven't been here before, welcome.

Y'know, I kind of wished I was able to go out up there and help or meet some of the other Slenderstalked. But given my circumstances I wouldn't be to spend much time there if I did go up there.

But enough wallowing in my self-pity.

Normally I would adamantly be against a mass gathering of runners in one area but somehow, I have a gut feeling that Elaine can pull this off.

And 90% of the time, my gut is right.

Also, to all those who are smokers (at any point when you are travelling through Texas, please be respectful a dispose of your cigarettes properly. Our grass has basically become kindling so the last thing we need is a wildfire on top of dealing with Him.
Thank you for your courtesy.

Hello Old Friend

Well, He's back.

I was kind of hoping He actually had forgotten about me. One can dream.

I found Him standing outside my apartment in his usual spot. Feeling like a smartass I gave Him one of those over enthusiastic waves that said "Hey old buddy! Long time no see! Whatcha' been up to?"

I'm not sure if I would have laughed my ass off or shit myself if He had waved back.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Clean Bill of Health

Alrighty, the doctor gave me a clean bill of health and my right arm is back in action!

Aaaaaaaaaand in hindsight, that probably could have been worded a little better.

But yeah, I can fight to my full potential again. And just in time too because the boys in brown delivered to me what I have been waiting for; my special ordered weaponry.

Trench knives! But not just any trench knives. God bless my friend, the blades are retractable so they are pocket friendly (granted my pants are now slightly baggy to make room), the handles look more similar to the a rapier and less like brass knuckles (since brass knuckles are illegal). And they work like a fucking  dream.

It's kinda' funny. When I hold a gun my hands shake to no end and my aim is terrible, but when I wield a blade I am so precise and at ease. Perhaps my brains finds something that has the capabillity to hack, slash, and stab less intimidating than something that could blow someone's brains out.

On a side note, still no signs of Slender Man or Proxies, and I haven't been having bad dreams. I know I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but I really think He's preparing for something.

Friday, October 7, 2011 Slendy or Proxies the last couple of days.

Not that I'm complaining. I need a break.

But....something doesn't feel right. I better refortify my place just to be sure.

Also I got a special order on a nifty new piece of weaponry that should be here in a couple of days. I can't wait! Took almost half of my Yu-gi-oh! collection to pay for it (thank God for my abillity to pulled ridiculously expensive cards) but it is going to be worth it!!!!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Shit ...Fighting with one arm is quite the hassle...just need to hold out for four more days.

I don't know why but my body has been acting weird lately. There are some points when I just feel really wired, bouncing of the walls and everything. Then there are points when I feel drained. And then there points when I feel dizzy and there a tingling sensation in my chest. I don't think it's Slendersickness....

Also I don't know why but the Proxies seem to be...different. Maybe they're becoming faster, more efficient and cooperative..has Slendy decided to take the kiddie gloves off. Or, and this is another one of my wild theories, could Proxies be capable of evolving?

Also I can proudly say that in the 2 years I've been stalked by Slender Man. I have lost 50 pounds!
Not too shabby if I do say so myself.


Ever headbutted a Proxy?


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Good Idea! Bad Idea!

Now granted, these are probably more along the lines of personal opinion but I think it also poses an interesting theory. And if this has already been brought up, well I'm just running over it again.

Good Idea!

Taking on Proxies in Groups.


Well these guys are the lackeys, minions, nowhere near on the level of Him. More comrades (preferably those you can trust) make dispatching of them so much easier. Granted circumstances may vary.

Bad Idea!

Taking on Slender Man in a group.


This is just a little thing that has been bouncing around my head. Slender Man is basically a being that feeds off of fear. The more we fear him the strong he gets.
Which makes me things that we all have an individual Slendy to deal with. All of our experience seem to differ with our encounters of him, and I believe that the experiences are based on our types of fear. For example: I seem to deal with Proxies a lot more frequently then others but they seem to be particularly weak compared to others. I believe this stems from a rather irrational fear I have of being attacked by a mob for my past acts.
What I am getting at is, theoretically, if a group of people try taking on Slender Man at once, they are going to be facing a Slender Man that is a combination of all of their fears (giving you a Slender Man on steroids).
I'm also not putting it past Him to put a group against multiple Slender Men.
God help us all of that happens.

Perhaps this has already been brought up. Perhaps this is just incoherant rambling on my part. I just felt like I had to bring this up because it's been gnawing away at me for a while.

Now if you excuse I gotta go pop some pain killers, my shoulder is fucking killing me.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Addition to my To-Do List

After discovering some info about this Slendergoop . I'm kind of hoping to get ahold of some and make some nifty weapons.

Also, considering investing in an auto-crossbow.
Slender Man did his rounds last night and we had another staring contest

For the record the score is

Slender Man- 369
Me- 1 (I swear I saw him twitch, I'm counting it)

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Findings Thus Far 2

I also had a theory for stopping the Slenderwalking but it resulted in me being warped to my parents house (an hour away) with a lost night of memories and a dislocated shoulder which I'm presently nursing.

Findings Thus Far

Here's what I've learned thus far in my fight.

As evil and malicious as He is, He is quite courteous. So if you are taking a shower, using the bathroom, or tending to more *ahem* personal matters, worry not because Slender Man will not attack you. Afterwards however is a completely different story.

The most interesting thing. I think I managed to hurt him. I'm not sure what the hell happened.
It was about 6 months ago, I was stepping out of car at the parking lot to my apartment at night donned a headband with the Operator's Mark on it. Before I even closed the door and damned proxy jumped me. This was before in instigated my policy of keeping my MP3 player around at I fell back into my car as it pounced on me and began pummeling the shit out of me. I managed to reach up and grabbed his head, slamming it into the dashboard. I shoved him out and fumbled around the back seat to grab my bat. I slid out and clubbed the poor fucker until he was a pulp, before I can lay a killing blow I felt all the wind knocked out of me.

The next thing I knew I was slammed against the fence. I peeked up and managed to get enough of a glimpse to see who else but Slender Man Himself before I broke down into a debilitating coughing fit. I couldn't tell you if He was walking towards me or if I was being pulled to Him. All I could think was

"Shitshitshitshitshit this is it, it's over."

Then something came over me, it'd like to think I was just being stubborn. I rememberd the bat which my left hand held in a death grip. For a moment, I got over the Slendersickness long enough to swing it at His right knee.

I shakily stood as I watched Him buckle to His knees. It looked up. I'd like to say it was at me but the guy doesn't have a face so for all I know He could've been looking at the sky. He just seemed stunned. I didn't stay to see how long it would last. I hauled ass to my room and spent the rest of the night sobbing.


The second time was much quicker and happened a month later. I was leaving my place for the summer so I was packing up and putting it into my car. I had my headband on and MP3 in when I heard that crazy interference. And there He was. Slendy. I wasn't going to be caught off guard and fired off my taser into Him. The shock stunned Him enough for me to get out there. Unfortunatly that was the loss of my first taser since I didn't take the time to pull those electro-thingies out.

So in conclusion, He isn't invincible.

But why was he stunned?

I think perhaps it might have been based around M's theory of him not comprehending a human towering above Him. I also think He might be weak in the legs. I mean, those skinny legs are holding up so much it would be like pushing down an upside-down pyramid.

We could also just charm my ego and consider that maybe I'm just that awesome.

But the question that has boggled me, why didn't he Slenderwalk? Especially I got him with the bat. I don't recall the band looking at him.


I guess this is to cover a little more about me in general as well as my time with The Tall One.

I'm a rambler and scatterbrained when it comes to my thoughts so don't be surprised if things are out of place or ridiculously random.

I've subjected myself to bad music, movies, books, shows, etc. , that I think I could be justified as being a masochist.

I have Asperger's Syndrome, OCD, ADHD, fructose intolerance, and acid reflux. I'm on a lovely colorful cocktail of medications.

I'm a tad eccentric, impulsive, assholeish at time (intentionally and unintentionally), blunt, and apparently I have a habit of unknowingly flirting with people.
Never be afraid to ask me any questions by the way.

As for Slender Man:
It's vague but when I think back to it, I was a scared little crybaby as a kid. I was afraid of the dark, loud noises, hell I was afraid and on edge at everything. But around when Star Wars Episode I came out, my dad got me one of those large giant cardboard stand of Qui-Gon Jinn. After that, I was less skittish, slept soundly and didn't cry (as much).
But after I commited my crime, I grew paranoid especially since I wasn't officially arrested until a couple months afterwards. But through all that time I was paranoid about them coming and then after that I had the exaggerated fear of people coming after me.

I feel that Slender Man fed off of that fear and manifested because of it.

On the Battlefield

I am a Runner.

I guess.

I’m not exactly running. Hell , I can’t run.

I’m burdened with prior regrettable bad acts that as result have left me unable to go anywhere without informing the authorities which truthfully is a pain in ass . So when the time to take action came, it left me with two choices:

1) Stay in my apartment and occasionally my parents house and risk the attacks from Proxies and inevitable assault from Slendy.

2)Go on the run, risk getting arresting for the rest of my life, get arrested, wait for the inevitable assault from Slendy, and most likely get raped in the process.

So obviously I went with choices number 1.

Over time, I have learned that being stuck in one place has had it’s pro and cons.


-I’m terrible when it comes to change (an Asperger’s thing perhaps) so it saves from any unnecessary breakdowns.

-I get to observe my enemies.

-I don’t have to worry about starving.

-I’m in an area I’m familiar with which proves to be advantageous.

-Near 24/7 Internet access.


-Slendy and friends know where I am.

- Fuckin' Slenderwalking

-Small place and lots of people so I have to try my damnedest not to attract attention.

- No real breaks between attacks.

For the record: I love lists.

My defenses:

-I live on the 3rd floor. While it does not stop proxies, it stops Slender Man. According to M it’s because He has trouble comprehending a human being taller than Him, or something like that.

-Also following M, I have 7ft “guards” with masks looking over my front door and both of my windows.

-Following M again, I needed “eyes”. I wanted to make sure that I was covered from all degrees. So, I commissioned a friend to knit me up a ski cap that had a bunch of eyes on it. And God bless her for not questioning why I would want something so hideous or what purpose a ski cap would serve in the middle of a Texan summer.

-I have a lovely plethora of fine-crafted weaponry and traps. (Firearms excluded since I am not allowed to own them, and I doubt I could fire them anyway since my hands are far to shaky to aim properly. Wait, do stun guns count as fire arms?)

-My MP3 player (yeah I’m a bit old fashioned, don’t judge). Not only does the right kind of music tend to be motivating and/or soothing, but due to Slendy and friends knack for screwing around with nearby electronics it’s practically a radar for when they are nearby. This does mean you’ll be shelling out money for batteries and there have been a couple of instances where that electronics interference noise was so loud it practically blew out my ear drums.

Now, you may think it’s foolish of me to be putting all of this out in the open.

You’re probably right.

But you know what for as long as this has been going on, the enemy should fucking know this by now.


So I guess it’s finally time to start this.

Honestly I probably should have starting chronicling this when it started but I’ve sort of been putting it off. Perhaps it was due to my lazy nature, college, dealing with Him, the fear of getting my computer hacked, unintentionally dragging someone else into this, or any combination of the above.

However, with the way things are going in my battle with the one known as Slender Man and the fact that so many other bloggers seem to falling to him at an alarming rate as of late, I suppose it is time for me to step up.

To start things off, if you want a better grasp of Slender Man you best bets or “The Tutorial”, “By Wary of These”, “compileTRUTH”, "The London Librarian", and “Seeking Truth” (and it’s follow-up “The Mystic”). I have followed these guys almost religiously in order to grasp a better idea of what I’m up against.

A fair warning: I am not as blessed with the gift or prose as M, Dia, Ava, and Zeke are. I doubt I could ever reach the level of caliber that they have in regards to detailing their experiences. I’m only doing this because I wish to get out what ever information about Him that I can in case something happens to me.

I just hope that maybe, in some way, I can help someone.