Sunday, October 30, 2011
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
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
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
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”
Thursday, October 20, 2011
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Sunday, October 2, 2011
I am a Runner.
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.
-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.