Monday, February 28, 2011

not safe

it's not safe here anywhere or was it ever?

I returned home tocheck to see if Slice is back yte but before i could someone entered my hotel room and attacked me

I killed him hes dead on the floor

oh God

It's Sam. Our friend who Drew spoke of when this blog first began. the one who first infected and broken its him its him its him! i Removed the mask from the dead proxy and it was him! I killed with drew's knife!

I'm packing up and getting out of here. why did this happen oh Sam i'm sorry

And What Happened After

If you're reading this, it means I'm still out looking for Slice and haven't returned yet, or I may never. I don't know anymore.

As you know, I've been looking for him nonstop of over these last few days. Well, this is what happened on the 27th, I began my search at the last known location of him at the grove of trees. Only the joke was on me, I couldn't see it anymore. Mean it was a machination of It to lure us in. After I couldn't find him anywhere I searched some of the Slice's target proxy-buildings for clues. Nothing. That is, nothing, until I was allowed, or invited.

The happenings all started when I explored one last abandoned building and came up empty again. I stepped out the entrance I came in and expected to come out alley I was previous in, instead:

I stepped out of a daylight lit abandoned building and into a dark ruined street. I wasn't feeling sick or cold, so I knew Slender Man couldn't be around, but His influence was obvious. Written on the wall across from me read: "Come out and play. If you do not come to The Hunt, The Hunt will come to you."

Then I heard it, the chanting. The same chant that sent me through time and space that day which was when I technically first met Slice. I could already feel the metaphysical needles boring into my mind, trying to take me over. I didn't know what to do, so in desparation, I grabbed Drew's knife and stuck myself in my hand. Oh God, the pain.... The pain jolted me out of whatever slender-trance I was entering. I bandaged my hand up and followed the chanting to it's source. I knew not if I would retain control, but at least now I had a means of fending it off, however self-mutilating.

I couldn't make the chanting. I looked around at my surroundings. Two words immediately come to mind in describing it: Silent Hill. I was inside some kind of abandoned city, and a black sky was overhead.

My shoe bumped something on the ground. Dolls. Dolls of all kinds, each with a little Masky mask on their face. Just like back in the tunnel. They were about a dozen of them scattered around, along with the occasional tiny shoe or a Navy blue jacket that looked like it would fit a second grader. Creaks, groans, and falling bits of plaster came from all sides as I cautiously inched my way through the burg.
I'm not going to lie, I was scared as hell. I wandered the streets slowly, ever looking over my shoulder for any kind of attacker. I came across a church where the chanting seemed to be coming from. As quietly as I could I entered through a side door. The floorboards inside creaked and groaned under my feet and I followed the chanting not knowing what else to do. Now, it was something. Something different. It looked and abandoned and the floor were covered with something black that cunched. Ash, maybe?

As I waltzed the maze-like halls I finally came upon a light source immenating from a clacked door about ten feet in front of me. The chanting seemed to be coming from the other side as well. When I finally reached the door, I was a bundle of nerves as I peered through the open crack. Maskies, Tragedies, and Comedies wearing black robes filled a sanctuary filling the front half of the pews in the sanctuary. Four figures sat in the back wearing regular clothes, just watching. They weren't wearing masks.
The ones at the front stood with their hands raised in the air as they chanted their hymn (the chanting which previously took control of me). At the front of the sanctum was an alter with a child tied to it. Bl was stood behind the alter, orchestrating the chant.

Remember in Dreams of Darkness when Damien watched that old video tape and the ogy-fest started as stick did God knows what to the poor child? Yeah, that. I also found out why Black Leaf himself wasn't waiting for me outside anywhere outside. He was behind the alter, bowing low on hand and knees, stating in perfect English that he hopes the 'master' likes the favor he collected. Then the star of this show made its appearance. While the masked persons began their festivites in repulsive fashion, He walked up to the alter. Then I blacked out. When I came to, I had stumbled into the room and had the eyes of all on me.The black king stared intently at me from His spot at the alter. The child was gone. In unison, the horde was upon me I could react and dragged me over to the men who had been sitting in the back.

I was forcefully sat down in a chair folding chair facing them. Slender Man standing behind them. Three were men. All three of them were clean-shaven and bald like Slender, who took up position standing right behind the middle of the three. The man in the middle for one reason wore a white suit while the guys on his right and left wore suits exactly like His. The woman sat the farther in the row of pews. She was wearing what looked like everyday clothes which hadn't been changed in a week. She looked scared and her eyes darted in all direction.

The following is a transcript of our conservation:

Me: "What.... What do you want?"
BL: (walking up behind me and punching me in the side of my face.) "Little Prey speaks when spoken to."
Man in White Suit: "Good evening, Ronald. I hope you enjoyed the invite. I just had to bring you over here, as I don't think we've ever had the pleasure of meeting face to face. Online, you know me as Alone, spelled with the Master's sign, of course."
(At this, I paled. I was face to face with an agent that commanded even other agents. As if being the presence of both Slender Man, BL, and a chapel full of post-coitis proxies wasn't disturbing enough.)
Al(x)ne: "Now I believe your question is "What do we want with you." Oh, that's very simple. We want you to call off these extracuricular activities. Like trying to find your friend, or how to remove the Mark, or fire-bombing my property. The fact, is young man, you're just supposed to run while we hunt."
Me: "Forget it."
(Al(x)ne then smiled.)
Al(x)ne: "Do you know who I am, young man?"
(I shook my head. He looked faintly familiar, but then again, both and his other suits were copying Slender's look, so who can tell?)
(With that, Al(x)ne handed me a business card. Hoo boy, for some reason I can't type out the whole name on the card, but his real name is Allen. He's also a wealthy business man and land owner of most of the non-historical properties in Charleston and has property in numerous other places all across Massachutes, which has been shown to, as a whole, to be a State with a lot of slender-activity happening all across it. Well, this explains it. Slender Man enlisted a rich guy to buy property in which to build strongholds over all the damn State. So....Conaghan, jr. then?)
BL: (putting a hand on my shoulder, as he had not moved from his position standing over me) "Understand yet? Our Master has enlisted people with influence from all over the nation. Allen (detacted) being just one of them."
Me: (my eyes glanced to the woman.)
Al(x)ne: (smirking) "Oh, her? Meet Clarice, Ronald.
Al(x)ne: (still grinning, pulled out a pocket watch, and looked at the time. He glanced back at Slender Man who made a few feint gestures with His head.) "I understand, Master." (He looked at me, now full on smiling.) "Fifteen minutes."
(BL and the proxies unhand me.)
Al(x)ne: "Get running."

I obeyed, not knowing what elese I could and run. As I fled, I didn't know what to do. I thought I was going to die. I really did, as I tore through the rooms and halls of the abandoned complex streets of this dark town not knowing how much more time I had before their pursuit began.
Eventually, I could hear the sounds of a search behind me.

I bolted with renewed vigor. I could hear them getting closer, so I knew I needed to find a place to hide. But I didn't know where. Hell, I still don't where I was, but it wasn't Boston.

I finally hid in the back of what looked like some old furniture store. I managed to avoid being found for a few good hours in there.
In fact, I was only happened upon when I decided to try to escape back to Boston when I stepped out of the building. A couple of proxies called out they saw me and I was being chased again. This time with a huge crowd upon my heels. They were catching up, and eventually caught me. They pushed me around in the circle they formed for while before they just let a few fists fly. One caught me in the gut and I collapsed, the wind knocked out of me. Curled up on the ground in pain, and fully expecting to be stomped and trampled, but that didn't happen. I looked up while struggling for a breath and saw that they had backed off. Al(x)e, BL, and the other two suited men stayed up so that they were over me.

Al(x)ne stooped down to close to me and said this: "This is just a taste of what will happen if you go against our Master again. The Hunt will resume on the streets of Boston for now, but next time, there will be no escape from here?"
I finally got a breath and asked: "Where IS here?"
Al(x)ne: (grinning the shit-eating grin again) "The ruins."
Me: "The...ruins?"
(He nodded.)

Then everything went black. I woke up in my hotel room. I know it wasn't a hallucination because I was still (and still am) sore from being roughed up by the proxies.

It's 7:00 AM on my watch as I schedule this. If I don't find some answers while I'm gone, you guys will keep me posted, right? Know what, just expect all these to be on a schedule. Nothing I post ever going out in the real time, anymore.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Slice's Disappearance

Slice still isn't back, and i can't find him anywhere. Alright, this is what happened yesterday:

We met up to try to track down a way to remove my Mark. We discussed where to look over breakfast when Slice suggested The King's Chapel and the Burial Grounds out back.
I didn't have any better plans, so I agreed. After our meal, we set out and went to the Chapel. There's really not much to say about the Chapel. It was clean. Not a hint of underground Slender Man activity anywhere. And we paid special attention to anyone who was around. No one seemed to be suspicious or anything. As far as we can tell, it's just an old chapel where they still worship God.
Eventually, given how much of a precious bit of property the King's Chapel is, we decided to head out to the Burial Grounds out back. While the church itself might have been clean, that's not to say that stick's proxies and agents haven't been using for hold meetings with their "master", Slice figured. Boy, was his hunch right.
We looked around the graves for a while before moving onto a small grove of trees a bit away from. There was a giant Operator sign carved into the ground. Then, then we saw Him standing across the way from us. We decided to make a temperary retreat and come back later. We backed slowly away from Him. And backed, and backed, and backed, but we never seemed to be reaching the grounds or getting away from Him. I dared a glance behind and found that somewhere we wee caught in a loop. We were entering and reentering the same grove of trees over and over.
Then Slender showed us how fast he can move even when being watched when he lunged. It may have been trapped at the speed of man, but damn He forced us to give up backing away and we just had to run for it. His tendrils extended and shot out in many directions. He used them to pursue us in a spider-like fashion with His body dangling between the long tentacles digging into the ground. I can say without doubt that it was the single most frightening sight I have ever witnessed.
We ran and ran but we couldn't escape the grove no where which direction we took. No matter where we ran, there He was, right on our heels as if the dog to the prey.
Eventualy, we tired and had to stop. The last thing I remember before shutting my eyes and then reopening them to discover I was back in the hotel room was Slice pouring lighter fruid on his arm, lighting it, and then charging Slender Man Evan-style.
It was about 4:20 PM when we entered the Burial Grounds and then were chased by Him. It was 5:00 PM when I blogged the entry, so obviously I experienced little to no Lost Time. It was as if He just pushed me out of the way so that He could get His real target: Slice. I've been looking for him for two days now.

I... I can't talk about what I saw today right now. Later, but not right now.

Please, if anyone has heard anything about Slice since then, talk to me. Someone, anyone.... You gotta help me find him.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


i... I jusT got separated from Slice. We were searchin a a site for answers when... Oh God! He appeared. He and his servants. Lost, they were everywhere, and...Him. I....
I blinked, and I was suddenly back in my hotel room. no lost time or anythin He just sent me away now slice is alone against Him I'm going back to the site to find slice. oh God please be alrigth

An illuminating night out.

I'm not sure how to put this. Well, if you read Slice and BL's blogs, you know what we had planned for yesterday. We had one hell of a time fire-bombing all the buildings with Operator signs on them. Debris, ash, and proxies everywhere. We lit up the whole damn town in our wake. At a certain point, I just had to ask, 'What the hell are we doing,' before chucking another round at a proxy-home.
We had a brief run-in with BL, but he was a might unable to do much about us what with us having a set of wheels and well, fire-bombs. It was nice see him be the running for once in the midst of the flames and madness we caused.

We're meeting up again. As per the course, this is yet another scheduled entry. You can already keep track of me using The Mark. You will not, however, be able to track me by when my entries hit the webs. The shoe's on the other foot, and we're coming for you.

M, hang in there. I'm coming when I can.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Someone New:

Meet Tangent:
According to this, he's officially become slenderstalked. Show him some support, okay, guys?

Meeting up with Slice again.

Again, this was a scheduled message, so if you were planning on using this blog to keep tabs on me, BL, you're just screwed. I left hours ago.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The Madness of Wonderland and Out the Other Side of the Rabbit Hole

I met up with Slice and we ate Breakfast. He posted on his blog from home. I've set mine on a schedule and left it back in the hotel.
A bit later we arrived at Bunker Hill and did a thorough search of the site. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except for maybe a few Haunted.
Around 11:00 AM we expanded the search to the areas surrounding the Hill, starting West and heading counterclockwise.
Eventually we hit paydirt after a lot of patience. Just Northeast of the Hill, he found a delapidated house covered in spray paint operator symbols. Slice and I didn't know what to expect going in, but we were ready for anything. The front door was locked, but it was as rotted as all hell, so it was easy to force open. We explored the ruined interior. For the most part we found nothing on the first floor. Just a some pieces of paper with Slender Man's image drawn on, as well as several inane writings, and operators symbols on a coffe table in the living room. Heavy signs of Haunting.
After finding nothing downstairs, we headed to the second floor. There, we had a bit of trouble. The owner of the house still lives there. At first, we thought he was a proxy, or an agent when he strang out of a closet to attack us. Slice caught his attack and I tackled him to the ground. Amongst his yelling and screaming, "You'll never take me alive! I won't go with the Skiiny Demon! I won't! Please, let me go," it became clear that he was a Haunted, not an Indoctrinated.
After several minutes of trying to calm the man down, we learned that he'd started seeing Him about four months ago after watching an episode of TribeTwelve. He said it didn't start off to bad. In the first two months it was just sightings and getting Moved once. Fairly mild stuff. Then on the third month he received a live invitation to join Slender Man from some of his followers, which he declined. After, he said things took a turn for the worse. By the time Slice and I found him, he was already half mad. When we tried to give him advice he shooed us from the house. Thankfully, he told us where he'd seen some of the recruiting for new agents and proxies going on at Bartlett St.
So we went there, leaving the man to his own devices (hey, he wouldn't let us help him).
As for Bartlett St.... Well, we didn't catch any proxies red-handed, but we did have a close encounter with the Slender Man in an alleyway we inspecting.
Slice pulled out his trusty liquid LSD which he splashed on Slender Man. Then we both made a run for it. We made for a fire exit and scaled it all the way to the roof. Slender Man stuck to the building like a wolf that had some prey up a tree.
Eventually, He backed and we fled for a crowded street. We had just made to the crowd when I looked behind us and there He was, about six feet from us. I don't know if we just barely made it or if he was screwing with us to prove that we're puppets dancing at his strings, but here we are.
Slice and I went our separates ways for the day. I have a very strong feeling that I'd be in the middle of Lost Time with his liquid LSD. Thanks for buying us both a little time and thanks for the help, Slice. Ron out. I'm back to eat that bistro, if you want to come along.
Tomorrow....well, we'll just about tomorrow.

@ All: Stay safe and stay strong, guys. We can win this war. We have to believe that, no matter what. Belief that we will weather the storm just might be the key. We willed His skinny ass here, and we'll send Him back to whatever Hell from whence He came.

Peace out,

Heading Out and Meeting Up...To Head Out.

Hey guys,

I set this to go at 11:30 AM, no matter what the blogs says it is. Slice and I are checking out some Sites. Hopefully they will yield results. See you at the other end of the rabbit hole.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Don't trust, "joe".

Here he offered himself to Slender Man at Black Leaf's blog:

Here, he offers his "help" in finding M. Someone on our side needs to get to Cicago posthaste.

Day One of Investigating Haunted Charleston Sites: Complete.

Starting Time: 8:00 AM
Ending Time 4:00 PM, regardless of what times my blog says I posted.
Target(s): Historic homes

Nil. I was very thorough in reading up on these places, managed to get into a couple, and checked out the grounds of the ones I couldn't. I must have looked at countless places and found nothing suspicious. There's really just not much to say this time.

I had a run-in with a proxy, but Mr. Cranium had a date with Ms. Lead Pipe, so I'm fine, at least.

After that, I'm off to supper. Anytime you want to meet up, Slice. Just tell me when and where. Maybe I'll have some luck if I help you.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Findings on the Items:

Well, I'm sorry that I hyped what I found up so much, but all I found was the usual Indoctrinated madness that you'll usually see on frantically drawn-on papers. Tried as I did to make sense of them, there isn't a whole lot.

The only thing that even looked like it could be something is a crude crayon drawing of something called "the ruins" which looks like a post-apoc town in one of the Mad Max movies. Crumbling and rotting buildings with operator symbols decorated on them. Cluttered, ruined, and crowded streets. One odd thing stands out, though. It looks like there's a door set up at both ends of "the ruins", but they're both out in the open, not in a house, and they're placed in any walls. They're just standing out in the open. I don't get it.

With that, I'm off to my first location. You see all tomorrow.

Plan of Action:

Yo, Readers:

What I've come up with so far is as follows:
I've managed to get a hold of the location of every historic home and site in Charleston off the web. Using that with a Charleston map I've downloaded will make this a lot easier.
No, I'm not going to list them here yet. I will tell tell what I'm going to do or where I'm going to go after the fact (unspoken plan guarantee, if only for Black Leaf's presence at least, the safety of sharing information on these blogs ahead of time has been compromised). AKA, After Action Reports.
Now, I'm not going to up and disappear without explanation (this time). Slice has given me his email address. He will be the only one privy to where I'm going ahead of time. That way we can meet up, when applicable. If I have to head out alone, then at least he can tell all my last known location.

I know a lot of you are skeptics on theories of stick having been here since the beginning, but I'm not. At the moment, I'm moving based on what Thage was supplied us with. For example, her report about Roanoke. This is why I think stick has a base of operations in a very old location around here, and that's really the best I've got. Otherwise, Slice, the guys, and myself have every single facility and household in Charleston to comb through.

Closing note, I think another possible avenue of investigation would be to brush up on old Native American myths and legends. Who knows, you might find a stick or two.

Next blog entry: the items I found

To Do List:

1. Remove the Mark
2. Escape Boston
3. Find M before it's to late
4. Kill redlight

That sound good to everyone? Or am I being a might too ambitious?

Monday, February 21, 2011

Sharing Theories About Boston:

Well, I managed to make it to the Dunkin Donuts AND did it on this plain of existance. I saw Slice for the first time in person while not being controlled by stick. Here, I'm going to share with you what I shared with him.

In Dec. of 2010 both in my entry where I compare slimjim to Sin from Final Fantasy X and before, I suggested that the construct has been in Boston for a long, long time. Well, the bugger has had anywhere from when it was first founded to now to start haunting it. Zero thought the theory impossible, since it was thought that the construct didn't officially exist until Something Aweful made him up at that time. Well, What You Are In The Dark Zeke's blogs Seeking Truth and The Mystic, H(a)unting and Peering in from the Outside have shown us otherwise. While I can see Zero being suspicious of Reach and finding H(a)unting a bit hard to swallow, Zeke and Thage are certainly far more reliable sources.

I'm not saying that it has been here in this town for all that time. I'm just saying it could have arrived at any point. I may look to Thage for some insight on that.
As stated before, there are actually quite a few people who here who can see It, and they seemed to even have a town meeting about it (also in the entry about FFX in the comments section). I was curious and wanted to find out just how entrenched this place is, but N and various other bloggers told me to get out, so I did.
Well, sense it seems I'm stuck here, anyway, I might as well figure out why one of old America's oldest cities is so haunted. Black Leaf is never going to leave me alone. Immediately after I parted ways with Slice, I was chased...again. If nothing else, I'm going to back in shape real quick if this keeps up.
Point is, unless I get answers, I'm never going to rid myself of "The Mark", which holds me here. This is where I have to thank Slice the most profusely. Just about every significant location in this town is olde enough to be 'the hive', so to speak. Thanks to Slice and his blog, I do believe the location of stick's hold over this town has been found: in Charleston. Before, I'd have to just start a tactical grid search of the entire city. Now the playing field has been narrowed to one place.

I'll have the information I've compiled and the contents of the stuff I found posted on here tomorrow.

You know, I once ran into another Runner named Robbie coming here the first time. I wonder whatever happened to him. I hope he's okay, and I hope I never find out otherwise.

On related notes (this is all based around stick, after all), I would like to offer up my emotional support for Ava, her mother, Robert, Reach, and Good Girl right now. It looks like that bastard redlight laid a clever trap and won this round by making off with Ava. Now he's pulling back forces from all over to let us have a turn on the board. The results can be read on White Elephants, The London Librarian, and What You Are In The Dark.
Will and Bianca are near to it all happened, but the former is temperarily out of commission. It's not looking good for Ava or Robert right now. You keep on fighting, Reach. For now, you're all they have and you can't give up.

M is still missing, but Cerberus left some hope. Apparently, M has been ensnared by the enemy in Chicago and needs help. Chicago's my town. I'm coming for him as soon as I'm free, but one thing at a time.

Zeke Strahm is following a clue that just might confirm the events of Dreams of Darkness as true. Go get 'er, tiger.

And lastly, Black Leaf is still a dickhole.

Shiny New List

I should have done this a long time ago. Well, guys, we're a connected network of jigsaw puzzle and (kudzu) plots. I felt like it was my responsibility to start "Following" all of your blogs. Slice once said that I was one of the first blogs he ever read. This tells me that newbies have read my entries before perhaps reading M's.

If you're new and reading this now, go to a blog called "The Tutorial" if you haven't already. The blogger who runs it, M, can help you more than I can. On top of that, just about everybody who blogs about ol' stick comments there at one point or another, so it's a goldmine for slenderblogs.

In closing, Robert was right. We're too disorganized. At the very least, let's all expand our "Followings" lists to at least the major slenderblogs, if you haven't already. This connects us and makes it easier for us to work together even though we're scattered all over creation.
And remember, YOUR blog could be somebody's first. "Following" all the major sources also makes is easier for anyone brand new to explore the blogs and get all the vital information they need to stay alive and sane.

I also think we should hold a scheduled monthly head count. Please give me your thoughts. In the meantime, I'm off to Dunkin Donuts.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

My whereabouts at 10:00-AM-12:00PM/11:58 AM-1:39PM, Feb. 19th.

Slice tells all here:

Well, shit. Not much else I can say. I know for a fact I was in my hotel room at 10:00 AM to 11:58 AM, working on compiling information, watching TV, and reading. In my comment on Slice's post, I explain how.

Yeah, I didn't mention this before, but as a precaution, I have a notebook that I've been filling with confirmed times I'm awake and....well, awake. I have the thing filled in up to 11:30AM, Feb. 19th. I was about to fill in the noon hour when things got weird and events in the link happened. This is too weird. There's always been the theory that stick can send folks through time and space. Hell, Zeke Strahm spoke of it in his post where he organized and posted the data sent to him by his readers. It has never been confirmed, until now.

Well, Black Leaf wasn't kidding. He said "noonish" and I was both abducted from my room far from Charleston around that time while I was across town in Charleston trying to get at him through his cronies.

Thank you for being a real trooper about all this, Slice. If nothing else, this confirms another thing our enemy is capable of.

So, Charleston, eh? The black leaf has dwelling there, then? It's no secret that we were meant to either die there or have our memories wiped of the event, but this is good. The enemy plays his hand and exposes where I have to search. Or does it lay a trap by allowing Slice's memory of the events unaltered? I may be the one being baited here.

@Pete: Good idea. I'll check in with Reach to ask about becoming a Revenant. Having the mark implanted in me could very well be a similar procedure and it's worth checking out.

Alright, first things first. At the moment, I'm operating under the Unspoken Plan Guarantee. There's something I need to do, then I can talk about Charleston with you, Slice. I will return.

EDIT: I have had another encounter with BL during "the hunt". I'll also talk about that another time.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


In light of recent events, the time to put a lot of thought into where lay down whatever piece I can onto the board and then move it into the squares. If you've kept up on Thage's blog, Peering In From The Outside, you can see all the roles everyone on both sides plays. I'm labeled with "Everyone Else", which means "Pawn". Well, I'm someone's pawn, anyway, but it seems like I'm stuck in the same square. I'd love to be a White Pawn, but a cetain thingy that's been implanted in me has to go before I can help anyone.

Noted methods of weathering stick's influence: M's Three Rules:
1. Get up high. Higher than the second story.
2. Keep moving. You can stay in one area for maybe, a month, but then it's time to Amtrak your ass out.
3. Keep your eyes open. It keeps stick moving at the speed of man.
Known methods of fending him off: electricity.
For the common Runner, these have been shown to work. The important thing to do is that, in spite, of slim's influence in your life is to make sure that you have a life and enjoy it, nevertheless.

Methods can will work for someone who has been "Marked":
1. Get up high: Nullified. If anyone else out there has been "marked", then slim can take you over no matter what elevation you're at and he doesn't even have to be there.
2. Keep Moving: You'll be trapped on whatever "hunting grounds" have been designated until you can remove it..
3. Keep your eyes open: That still works.
Electricity: I haven't tried to protect myself using electricity and don't know about going about that. I intend to, though.

The "Mark" and it's abilities":
1. It keeps me from escaping Boston, Mass.
2. It can drag you from wherever you are and put you where it pleases.
3. It can shift you onto a different plain, or onto a different part of a plain to render you incapable of perceiving other denizens and they you.
4. It enables stick to take you over and remove memories even from afar and when you're as high up as the fourth floor. Or was that the chanting the I heard that did that?
Known Weaknesses and Repellants: None.
Known Controller of the Mark: stick and/or Black Leaf/whatever puppet stick's ordered to torment you.
Solution: I don't even have a hypothesis yet.

Plan of Actiion: Get rid of "the mark". It's becoming abundantly clear that it's the only way I'm ever getting out of Boston without the construct's consent. I'm through dancing to your tune, stick. Then, after that, I might be able to find out why Jared dropped off the map.

Closing Notes:
To Slice: I, I need to ask a few questions of you. Please, tell me everything that happened when we met up. Where we met. How we met. How I behaved. When exactly my behavior changed from "new companion" to "psycho trying to kill you." I need to know everything. Please.

To Ava and Reach: Good luck out there, you know. I wish you both the best in rescuing Robert. Even if he never plays the important role he once did, it's only right that he be saved.

To Liam and Yggdrasil: If you've read this far, you know I didn't hurt Slice that badly. Were either of you attacked by a guy wearing blue jeans, a red Cardinals shirt, and a black and brown leather jacket? If so, that was me, and I'm truly, very sorry.

To M: Please be safe wherever you are.

To Scott: Keep on cataloguing! ...That just doesn't quite have the same ring as "Keep on Truckin'".

To Pete: You stay safe, too.

To Thage: Thanks for the knowledge.

To Will and Bianca: Stay safe, you two.

To Black Leaf: Fuck you.

To (X): Fuck you, too.

What did I do?

What did I do? I don't get this. Why is there fresh blood on Drew's knife? Did I kill someone? Did I get into a fight? What happened? Freaking out here. Alright, this is what happened.

I tried to stay in my hotel room to avoid Black Leaf his "noonish" appointment, and work out some details to post on my blog. I ordered room service, and decided to just stick it out in here today where I would see any attack coming. I also needed to rest after two whole days of fleeing for my life from with either the 'master' or the hound.

So I sat back and relaxed as a watched TV and ate my meal. I had the window closed, the lights turned, and I don't even remember or care what I was watching. I sat back and relaxed as I worked on entries to post here. Mostly I'm just working on compiling what's happened to me, Pete, Cerberus, and Black Leaf, because it's becoming more and more apparent that our paths are intertwined. I'm just trying to make sense of it. I've also been working on Cerberus's anagrams. If anyone else has had any look, send me your findings.

At 11:58: AM, I received a phonecall. I answered and on the other end was some kind of chanting. I don't know what was being said, but it made the lights in my room flicker and the TV and laptop and go nuts. Then I felt this penetrating presence in my mind and soon I blacked out after going into a coughing and retching fit.

When I awakened, it was 1:39 PM, I was right where I was before on the bed, and there was blood on Drew's knife.

I've been watching the news and reading headlines concerning Boston online for hours now looking for an incident with a victim being cut up with a knife. Did I kill someone in those 1 hour and 41 minutes?

On a related note, Pete still hasn't updated his blog. This is becoming worrying. I didn't kill someone who was previously all the way in Pioneer Valley, did I? Hey, Slice, Liam, YG. Are you guys alright? I didn't hurt any of you, did I?

Friday, February 18, 2011

The Good Things About Libraries...

...Is that if you have any appreciation for reading at all, there's always something to do while you're waiting for someone.

Alright, as I've expressed, I've been here going on two hours now in this empty library waiting for Slice to show up. I somehow doubt a public library like this in one of America's oldest towns can truly by completely vacant with the exception of one customer (me), so I'm going to take a wild guess and assume that this was a manipulation of some sort by the construct and his dog. The bastard is staring in the window opposite of me right now. Just, staring, staring, staring, staring, and more staring. "Come out. Come out to me", it tells me in my mind. I stare back because I don't want it to appear somewhere else, like right behind me. This is the true reason I haven't budged from the library yet. I'm in a staring contest with ol' slim.

You suck, you know that, slim? I wish it'd just come out and tell us why it does this, but I know not to expect an answer. It'd be less frightening to receive one. That's it's game, of course. I've always interpreted slimjim as schoolyard bully taken to Cthulhu levels. Excuse me while I ramble for a bit to keep my sanity while I stare it down, but I honestly believe that this chase is it sends us all on is the thrill of the hunt. Hell, Black Leaf even calls the construct a hunter! Fuck, it's even "tagged" me with a transmitter, so to speak, and set me loose in an expansive pen for game with it's faithful hound sniffing me out. Now it's got two people, Frap from Friends and Pete (my name for Prey the 2nd) from Search and Reveal running around with wiped memories and having been set loose at random locations, probably far from their homes, for a fox hunt of sorts.

The construct is constantly hunting, hurting, and tormenting beings that are helpless to stop it, i.e. us. Oh yeah, unless we all happen to have a fully functional electro-magnet, that is.

I hate you, construct. You killed all of my friends last year, then you drove those three of us who remained, Jared, Drew, and myself, from our homes. Then you Hallowed Drew, Jared's disappeared, and you took me to God knows where and did God knows what to me. Now I'm here stuck dancing to your tune with your dog barking at my heels.

You know what, fuck you! I will never surrender to you, construct. I will never break. This last straw has fueled my resolve. You want a fight? You want a chase? You want a hunt? Come and get me! I'm the fucking gingerbread man! I can shatter your chain and I can scale your fence!Then I'm gonna Run, Run, Run away, and then find something that kills you! We willed you here. We can will you back!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Well, that didn't exactly go as planned, part deux and More.

Hi, guys, it's me. I'm posting from a library. As my dear "friend" was kind enough to inform you all of, I managed to reach the Amtrak station when I suddenly felt something taking over my mind. It was like a thousand needles digging into my brain, and I stumbled trying to center my mind, so to speak. Then I bumped a heavily tattooed and pierced "gentlemen" and he shoved me away roughly. I don't if his intent was to send me down a flight of concrete steps, but he did. I passed out from the pain of my shoulder dislocating and woke up here.

According to the doctor, my shoulder has been put back in it's place (it still hurts like a bitch, but it's fading) and I suffered a nasty bump on the head. They gave me another once over and then released me.

One thing that sent chills down my back was that "someone" sent me flowers and a card. The card read on the inside, "Get well soon, Little Prey." Funny.

Oh yeah, about Black Leaf. I should probably gives details how I came to know what he looks like. Well, I was actually about to go to the Amtrak station. I stepped through the door of my room at the Inn but ended in a alley populated only by the homeless and abandoned buildings. I got jumped by a proxy in a Tragedy Mask. Unfortunately, I was in no position to fight him given how out of shape I must have become in the two months I was gone, and was tired and sore from being Moved earlier. He dominated most of the struggle, but I took an opening when he momentarily lost his balance when he slipped on a plastic bag. So I knocked him over, and jumped on him fists first and starting pounding him until he quit moving.

My heart was racing, my muscles were sore, and I was breathing hard. Then I heard a deep and raspy voice call to me:

"Having fun, Little Prey?"

I looked over to see a man in all black. Knee high boots, jeans, a heavy coat with the hood pulled up, and on his face was a white Comedy Mask. His hands were shoved into the pockets of the coat. He was tall. Not Revenant tall, but still very menacing in stature.He was flanked by four proxies, two on either side. They were dressed identically to him, but wore white Tragedy Masks instead.

"Get him," and the four proxies charged. I ran and ran though the alleys but they were on my ass the whole time, so I tried to lose them inside one of the distressed properties. I entered a particularly big one and created a messy pile for them to overcome in my wake and ran through labyrinthine halls and corridors. I eventually found an exit, and by then, it felt like my lungs wanted to explode and my muscles were numb. Of course, who should be there just on the other side of the door, but Dark Leaf, himself. I crashed right into him and was about to crumple to the ground into a pile.

He steadied me and held me by the collar of my shirt. I was pulled so close face to face with him that I could feel his breath on my face. He didn't say anything. he just held me there for a long time before finally pushing me back against a wall very roughly. I tried to throw a punch at him, but he caught it and let me have one in the gut. I was winded, but I forced myself to feet and tried to charge him to knock him over. I connected, but he caught me and used my momentum to throw me away. He then pulled me to my feet and said something I couldn't quite understand, the shoved me away. I was now on Main Street suddenly.

Regardless of my newfound safety in the crowd, I caught sight of him stalking me no matter where I went right up to and including my incident at the station. Then Black Leaf was "nice" enough to send me flowers and that blasted card and use my computer to inform you all of my situation.

Well, I guess that confirms Black Leaf's status under stick. He's an agent who commands proxies. Oh yeah, there's that number 4 again. Before, I was always hounded by groups of four proxies led by an agent. It appears slim has decided not to change that policy...except for that one guy. So if you see Black Leaf, give him my regards if I haven't already done that, myself.

And what the hell? I'm away for just a day this time already there's another guy labeled "Prey the 2rd" waking up with no memories, but this time being chased by slimjim, himself. I'm too tired for this shit! So redlight's prepping amnesiac "foxes" for slim to chase these days? It was bad enough when Robert was his main target. Now he's scewing with everyone, huh? And redlight's a freaking Revenant?! And possibly Jay from Anomalous Data?! Speaking of which, I better get back to "What You Are In The Dark" to see if Reach was able to answer m question.

Oh yeah, get this, my bill to the Inn has been paid, but not by me, and I received a phonecall from the local Wal-Mart, saying that they'd like to set up a job interview with me and that I had apparently sent them an application. I think it goes without saying that I'm intended to take up residence here for an extended amount of time.

To answer Scott's answer: no, I haven't seen a guy in a red hoody at any point since I've woken up (the first time), and given that dealing with me seems to have fallen to Black Leaf's hands, I doubt I will.
To Slice: Alright, I would love to try to meet up, but it isn't looking too good. I was grabbed right out of my room on the fourth floor and sent across town, for crying out loud. I get the impression that if it doesn't want me to meet you, I won't. I'll try to meet you on neutral ground (if any exists). I won't have you come to the Inn, though, since that's territory set up for my lodging by the construct. I imagine it won't either of us any good to have you there.
Quincy Market, perhaps?

To Liam and IggdrasilCore: kill Black Leaf, please.

To Black Leaf: shut up. I don't want to hear it.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Hail and Well Met, Prey of the Master

 I, your humble guest host, Black Leaf, welcomes you. Don't worry about Little Prey. He rests uneasily in his hospital bed, as I, his loyal friend, sits by his bedside. He will be released later this day and the hunt can resume with little delay.

I do hope he won't mind that I momentarily use his computer, but it is his own fault for giving up its passwords during his time under our tender and loving care. I also hope he likes the flowers and card I've left him.

On to business, Little Prey is a Marked man. What that means for Ronald Foster is the "Third Floor or Higher Rule" no longer applies to him. He can also be snatched from wherever he is no matter where he goes at any time and sent to designated locations as the Master pleases. Even if Slice comes to save Little Prey, he will be carted away to another Hunting Ground. The Hunt will continue, even if Liam downs me. Another will take my place. Alas, the Mark wasn't perfected before today, hence the Master's direct actions at the station.

If you want to truly save Little Prey, know the answer to that one. The Mark and The Hunt will cease if the Master is defeated. Best of luck with that.

Ado. Little Prey stirs.

Well, that didn't exactly go as planned...

I'm in the Inn room where I first woke again. I was unable to get out of the town during the night, so I gave up, went back, and got some sleep. So tried again after some rest. If you really have to ask why I want out of Boston, bad, then you need only to read some of my past entries to find out.

I packed up, checked out, and headed out to a bus stop. I stopped at a cafe with Wi-Fi to cruise some of the blogs to see what I've missed before heading straight to the stop.

Now I'm back in my the room again and the front desk guys say I never checked out. I'm going to try to leave town again, this time not by bus and I'm not going to go there by foot. For one thing, I'm far too sore and feeling too sick for that.

Well, played Tall, Dark and Faceless and Dark Leaf. Well played. It looks I'll need Slice and Liam more than ever, the way things are shaping up.

Setting the Record Straight.

I'm in Boston, Mass. I know no more. I woke up just a little while ago with no idea what happened. The last thing I remember is exactly what I said I would do. I had 150% faith in Zero's plan for the Winter Solstice. As I explained I waited until the damn thing came and went and confronted slimjim, deciding to see for myself if it did any good. I didn't care if the attempt got me killed. I just had to know. Then the damnedest thing happened. I outran the skinny bastard on foot and without an operator symbol to keep him confused. He didn't slenderwalk after me. Now I realize he was just fucking with me.

I was SO sure that whatever zero and Amelia and the boys at Observe and Terminate did worked that I posted it immediately. Of course, once I calmed down I knew I had to be sure, and posted about my intent to go back with instructions for my friend Jared to contact you if anything happened. I was stupid. I put too much faith in someone else who had been entrenched in slenderbiz holding out in his home waiting for the Solstice. I should have known better than to latch onto zero to look up to like that.

Anyway, I went back to the spot where I earlier outran the construct and the very last thing I remember is ol' slim doing his thing and catching me. Everything after that is a big blank with the exception of one image: a guy in a red hoody starting over me. If that says anything to anyone, tell me.

Alright, you don't have to say it. I was stupid. Well, I'm going to be much more cautious from here on out.

So... I'm a "fox" released for a hunt, huh? Yeah, I read Black Leaf's posts on "What You Are In the Dark". So, subpar keyboard, eh? Have fun with that. Can you see what I'm doing right now, you bastard? If it is a hunt you want, two can play that game. Bring it. You have to come out from wherever you're hiding sometime if this is to be a hunt, so just don't expect me to go quietly.

Speaking of which, I have to find out why Jared fell off the map.

EDIT: By the way, congrats, Ava and Reach. Now I REALLY need to read London Librarian.

What is this shit!?

I just got done looking though m pack after recognizing that Boston landmark, and I found Drew's knife! THis is DreW's knife, man. It's still got his full engraved on it? What the fuck! What the fuck! I don't care how, I'm getting out of here, people! I can't take this! Drew was hallowed out month's ago! What am I doing with his knife?! Why is there dried blood on it?! That's not all. There's a wooden operator symbol in my bag. Two sticks make up the cross and some bent and tangled dry vines make up the circle. I also have a piece of paper just that says "Regard". What?!

Well, regards for right now, folks. If you read my old entries, you'll know this town is spook central for wHatever reason. So I'm hitting the road. Don't know when I'll update again, but I will. Someone please comment. Let me you're still here. That someone cares. God, just help me. Please.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Where the hell have I been?

And where's Jared? I went to double check that slim couldn't do his thing anymore after zero's heroic efforts at the Solstice, and now I wake up and it's 2011. What the fuck just happened?!

EDIT: Fuck! I'm in Boston again!