Alright, Ron and I made it the next town and we're fine. You see what I mean? The whole slenderprozies and agents shit started up with disturbing quickness in our case. There was no months long torment before it pulled out the big guns on us. In no other cycle of events concerning it have I ever seen the proxies, agents, burned bridges, and disappearances happen so quickly than in our case. I don't know why it is acting differently with the victims that once made up my social circle, but isn't because we invisioned it differently. We just don't know. We did envision it as the tactical bastard who tears us down for long months, but that's not how it went for us. If you read the 'a bit about me' entry, you'll see how quickly the bastard went to work in our case.
The whole reason Ron, Jared, and myself are still here is just because we don't crack easily and know how to calm ourselves and keep our heads.
I have theory on this. I think we honestly are its substinance and it's storing for the coming attack announced by greenlight/Robert/Sage, and it was using our particular lot for the fuel. And Sam's notebooks are obviously important in some day, as is the one meaningful dream I had concerning the mountain man. Why else would two proxies appear in our hotel room the very night I first started the blog and posted the findings of the first one.
Anyway, I've done a bit of studying concerning the 'smell' sense Nessa mentioned as the new element in the narrative. I can't be sure, but I faintly recall the object the man who saved the other kid and myself as children smelling like a very bitter tree sap. Perhaps it was the wood it was made out of. How can I get a hold of Robert?