Heading out now.

Well, it's time to get the festivities started. See you all at the other end of the rabbit's hole tomorrow. Maybe we'll have some tea.

Seeya.

Experiment #10 Set-Up:

Found here. Pete her, bloggers. Ron, Clarice and I are doing this tonight. Wish us luck.

Trust Issues With Ownself

Hey guys,
According to Pete, the day before yesterday, I was basically wavering between human and proxy, and it took just one one-on-one encounter with Slender Man to render me unconscious for over 24 hours and finally sent back to Dec. '10, again. That means stick must have a hole bored into my head that it's able to get into to mess with me. I'm sane again on It's whims.
Does this mean I'm a liability just waiting to be taken over again? Will I be able to maintain control when It inevitably comes back and we have to content with it? Will I attack my new allies? I wish I could be confident with myself, but I can't. I want to help out, but I don't know if I can.

I'm going to have to give this a lot of thought.

Calmed down.

Alright, it occurs to me that I might have jumped the gun earlier. Alright, Pete caught up to and explained that happened in brief to me, and I've had a chance to read the relevant blogs. Oh man, quite a bit happened in just one month's time. It looks like I made a few friends: Pete, Clarice, Slice, Blake, Clyde, Shelby, Sparrow, Mouse, YggdrasilCore, Tensor, Scott, Liam, and more.

To be perfectly honest, the last thing I remember before waking up in Clarice's condo is being chased down by slimjim. I don't remember any of these events in Boston or afterwards. I'm sorry. I feel so bad for not remembering you guys, but I'd like the chance to get to know you all better again, anyways.

Peace out, guys. I'm back...yet again.

Where the hell have I been for three months?

And where's Jared? It...it should be Dec. 22nd 2010 still. I just 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 late March 2011. What the fuck just happened? Where am I?

Alright, there's this girl and this guy sitting at a table in the next room. stick is nowhere in sight right now, but there are all these looking symbols pasted everywhere. I don't know who they are, but I don't think I can afford to trust anyone right now. At the first chance, I'm going to make a run for it. You all on the other side.

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Hey guys, Pete here. I let Ron have the laptop and he found his way to this blog. I'm going to put both his image and others things back as they were. He'll be a fox again!

The Black Leaf Strikes Again.

We extracted Ron from The Ruins. I turned against my former master. Al(x)ne is dead. Read the details on Pete's blog. Good thing the boy's password wasn't that difficult to figure out.

-BL

⊗Al(x)ne from The Big Town⊗

Alone From The Big Town,
Plays with a Little Prey,
Snip, snip, snip, off goes a finger,
Bright red, bright red.


Alone From The Big Town,
Plays with a Little Dog,
Stab, stab, stab, he loses his sight,
White light, white light.

Alone from The Big Town,
Awaits another friend,
Slash, slash, slash, will go straight to Pete's tummy,
Out his sides, red and runny.

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⊗Alouette⊗

Little Me, lovely Little Me
Little Ron, He will pluck my innards away
He'll pluck the innards out of my body
They'll pluck the innards out of my body
Out with my hEart - out with my heart
Little Me, Little Me
O-o-o-o-oh


My heart
My belly
My liver
My kidneys
My pancreas
My lungs

⊗Slendy⊗

Slendy Slendy quite contrary,
Dead and rotten, while they swing.
Bright red ornaments all 'round,
Hanging from the trees, not froM string.

⊗Goodnight⊗

I loVe Irene God knows I do

Love her till the seas run dry

And if Irene is Found by Him,

I'll want to die

⊗Ring Around The Rosey⊗

Ring Around The RosEy
Pocket Full Of Posey
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall to Him

⊗Sleep, Little Prey⊗

Sleep, Little Prey
So Master cAn catch you
The Hound's on the field
Your Slice went to Gwen

⊗Little Prey in Big Town⊗

Little Prey Goes To The Big Town,
Play's a little game with the big boyS,
Snip, snip, snip, off goes a finger,
Bright red, his pain lingers.

Little Prey Goes To The Big Town,
End's a game for a girl,
Stab, stab, stab, she will loose her Hound,
Bright red, he is Hellbound,

Little Prey Goes To The Big Town,
Can he be found by a friend,
Slice, Slice, Slice, straight to his tummy,
Out his sides, red and yummy

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The Dead Leaf Falls

Greetings and Salutations readers,

Allow your humble host, Al(x)ne, to introduce you to the newest member of our loving family. Allow me to introduce the Prey formerly known as Ronald Foster, now Dead Leaf. Say hello, Dead Leaf. Now, I know we said that he's dead, and well... He basically is, on the inside, at least. Ever since the Master finished His work on the boy, he's taken to staring at walls and scribbling in his notebook writing letters to his loved ones as of late. Letters he'll never send. He's also been doing a fair amount of crying as of late.

We could put a mask on him and sent him out there anytime. We could specifically send him out to where the Downsman currently is. What would you do, Liam? Would you kill Ronald in cold blood? Then would you blog "fucked up a proxy" as an afterthought while discussing other, more "important" matters? Oh, how you've obviously chosen the path of righteousness over us depraved servers of the Master. Though, I will admit that it is quite satisfying to feel a life fall at my hand. There is always that delight of the blood flowing out as your victim breathes their last. So by all means. Keep killing gleefully, NAPPA. Soon, you'll be so numb to the weight of a human life you may as well all be one of us.

Now I'll just step aside and let Dead Leaf take over from here.

Freed
Yet 'Slaved
I Laugh
I Weep
Then Laugh And Weep
Some More
I Bid You All Ado
I Have Found The Master
Quite Caring
The Hunt Ends

-Dead Leaf

Well said, Dead Leaf.

You know, it isn't too late for him. Hmm. Now how should I do this? An offer to erase his memories, or perhaps let you put his fate to a vote. No, no, too redlight. The whole Robert thing has gone stale, anyway.
Aha! How about this? If you think you can, come and get him. In the meanwhile, he's the Master's honored guest and will be left at His...tender mercies, until you return to claim him.

If you're not here to get him by the 20th, he will be officially handed over to the Master permanently. If you abandon Dead Leaf...well, I don't need to tell how Theodore faired when Damien dreamed of darkness. The clock is ticking, children. Tickticktick.

Oh look, Dead Leaf is weaping again. Aw, he rocks himself back and forth, held in a tight embrace of his own arms. Hmm? Oh, you want to play with the blogs some more, Dead Leaf? Oh, certainly. I see no reason not. Have fun until it's time to go, then. We'll be waiting.

Regards,

Al(x)ne

Game Plan:

Alright, a few things to update you guys on before anything else.
The Enemy knows where we are. I saw Black Leaf in the parking lot when I looked out the window earlier. No time to delay.
Well, he has one more of those "counter the Mark" capsules left and he's giving it to me so that I can enter The Ruins disguised as a proxy. This means I'll have six-twelve hours of cover while in there (though Clyde says that I won't need more than an hour ot two, tops, in there to find her and the Brand and get out). He's even given me a map of The Ruins, but it looks like a confusing mess of a labyrinth made up of squares and rectangles. He has locations of landmarks marked so I hope I can find my way.

The problem with me entering is I can only come in on the human side. Clarice and the Brand are held at the opposite end near the Gateway which leads to Slender Man's realm. So I need to infiltrate two buildings, get Clarice from one and the Brand from the other, and then somehow make it back alive. Clyde will be waiting with a taxi just on other side of the human Gateway.
My watch says it is now 3:00 PM on March 3rd, 2011. This entry is set to go out at at 9:15 PM.

If you're reading this entry, I've failed. Clyde, and probably Al(x)ne, will give you details tomorrow. I was caught and probably killed while right at the Gates of Hell, as it were. Do not come to try to rescue me. You just concentrate on killing Him.
At least we can look on the bright side of things, at least this time I can give you all a proper goodbye.

It's been great. I feel privileged and honored to have been in your company through these blogs. I wish I could have come to meet you all at the other end of this rabbit hole. You all each have faces and voices I see and hear when I read your words. It is time for me go now. Before I press 'send' and head out, I leave a few parting words:

The lord is my shepherd;

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;

he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul;

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil, for thou art with me,

thy rod and thy saff they comfort me.

Thou preparedst a table for me in the presence of mine enemies;

thou anointest my head with oil;

my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;

and I will dwell in the house of the lord forever.

Fairwell.

Possible hints of serendipity

Alright, Clyde, he prefers Clyde now that his real name is out in the open, has been taken to an exam room by a doctor and some nurses. I'm breathing a few sighs of relief right now. I'm the waiting room. We made it. We actually made it. I'm only being allowed to blog here right here because I told them Clyde had some concerned parties online that I was going to inform. Well, that's technically not a lie. ;)

Alright, to cut to the chase: I didn't rush in bashing in proxy heads with a bat and then swooped in to save Clyde and carried him off in my arms away from the villains. No, I just called the cops and reported some gang activity at the slums where he was hidden. They showed up, saw Black Leaf and his gang, and well.... When you're wearing all black and matching wearing masks and get spotted by some cops who arrived investigating gang activity, it ain't goodin' for your case. Unfortunately, no, Black Leaf didn't do anything stupid and get gunned down. He instead took off his mask (I now know what you look under there, BL. You were one of the employees at the hotel I was staying in before!) and started talking down the cops.
I didn't hear what was being said. I just took that as my cue to sneak though another entrance and look for Clyde.

After about a half-hour of looking for him, I found him hiding under a basement staircase. His leg was messed almost like he was mauled by something. After some makeswift bandaging, I put his arm around my shoulders and supported him all the way out.
Just as we were exiting, we saw Him and the gang coming up on us, so we bumrushed the door and into a crowd. Then we sat down a bit later on a bench and rested for a moment while I typed in the previous entry. The sprint to the door with his bad leg as it is took it out of him, unfortunately. So I ended up having to hail a cab, which took us to the hospital.

And that's pretty much the whole story.

On the topic of my deadline. So... One week. I could work with that if the deadline on Clarice's head weren't another matter altogether. It goes without saying that if we were to sneak in and only grab either her or the Brand then the other will be moved and never found in time. Either she or I would have to be sacrificed.
So when we do this, it's all going to be in one go, and by tomorrow night. Clyde is too hurt to go back into The Ruins. Gee I wonder why they set this up for tomorrow. They know I'll have to go in alone. Slice is out of the picture, and everyone else has just moved on. Looks like this whole thing falls on me. So if I fail, Clarice gets Indoctrinated, and a wounded Clyde will be alone in the city. It all falls neatly into place for them.
I need a plan.

You might call me unwise for announcing my intentions live, but enemy's done a pretty damn good job of setting the board and the pieces here. For now, I think I'm going to operate under radio silence, so to speak. I'll stay in touch at least until tomorrow, guys.

Later,
slendybloggers

I found him

I've got Clyde/Cerberus, guys. He's banged up and I'm taking him to the hospital. Over and out.

Northeast, got it.

I know where Cerberus it. I'm on my way.

Passing Knowledge:

I'm making this blog entry under the assumption that I might have a reader who is altogether new to the Slendering game. Slice brought this possibility to my attention with the comment "you're one of the first blogs I read". With that in mind, perhaps I should post some solid info on our skinny friend.

Who is the Slender Man?

First off, make sure to use His name. Some prefer to dance around using with nicknames. Don't. Fearing to use it just gives It more power.

So who is stick again? An ancient entity that's been stalking humankind ever since we first came into being and we've never won a battle or war against it, and possibly one of the fair folk. Subject stands about 7-12 feet tall, dresses for success, though its tie may sometimes be black or other times red depending on who is seeing It. Most important of all: It has no face and combat horrible rape tentacles.

It has taken on many identities throughout the ages, but I'll be damned if I'm going to list them all here. it is mostly from Germany, though. its true identity is that it is an interdimensional being from a Netherworld filled with swamps ad black leaves. No one knows why or how he comes here to torment us or why.
I have to theories on that:
1. Humans are nutrition for It.
2. It just likes screwing with us.

 The point is, Slender Man's old and very experienced, and knows exactly what It is doing. This is a game It has played many times before, It knows the ropes of humakind vs. slendy better than you ever will. So just try to hang on and not die. And cooperate with other people who are fighting it. Single opponents are more easily defeated, whereas groups have safety in numbers no matter what M or Jekyll will tell you. If you can't team physically, then at least try to coordinate efforts. You can hang separately, or you can have contacts and possibly be saved from the gallows. Your choice entirely.

How powerful and prevalent Slender Man is in our world depends entirely on who knows about it. If you learn about it, you've been Infected. Period. That's basically the Tulpa Effect, AKA "Your Mind Makes It Real".
It was largely willed it into the mainstream originally by the users of Something Aweful posting pictures of it doing creepy things like stalking children or just standing there. Yeah, fuck you, Something Awful.
Then a vlog series called Marble Hornets rolled with the concept and things avalanched from there. Hornets became popular, which begat Everyman hybrid, Tribe Twelve, and such. Now a combination of legit slenderstalked vloggers and bloggers are recording their real struggles against it and people aping Marble Hornets further spread awareness of the thing through the internet and that leads to our current predicament of being royally fucked. It guarantees that even if we do find something that beats it, someone else will just will it back in existance and the whole thig starts over again with different people (hopefully).

I believe Slender Man existed before Something Awful. Hell, H(a)unting, Seeking Truth, The Mystic, and Peering in from the Outside outright confirm it.

Abilities:

1. Shapeshifting. At base, it can look like an unhealthily thin, seven foot lawyer, sans face. But it can grow to be twelve feet and can alter its "arms" into tentacles.
2. Teleportation. iThis is actually how It moves when not watched. Keep your eyes open.
3. Mind speech. No one knows if It can read minds, but It can be heard in our heads, though. Usually "come out" and "come out to me". My advice: don't.
4. Mind Control: as you are more exposed to It. It will dig Its way into your head an take over. This is the Hallowing effect. Run while you still have a mind to protect.
5. Complete Memory Wipes: yes, it can erase all your memories. The blogging community has two. Frap and Pete.
6. Strength: This Thing can hang people from trees after (or before) gutting them and removing, then replacing their organs. A certain amount of power is required for that unless it's It's minions who do this for It.
7. Making you disappear permanently.

Intelligence: It is difficult to gadge how intelligent Slender Man is, so it's just easier to prescribe to the mentality of this thing as operating of a different wavelength than we do. Some think it's dumb. Others think it's a criminal mastermind and chessmaster. My opinion? This Thing knows exactly what It's doing. What's It doing? I have no idea, but I'm sure It knows. I tend to interpret Slender Man as a bully picking on beings (us) weaker than itself.

Signs Slender Man is in your area: Ranpent house fires and mass disappearing children. This thing really likes children for some reason. It's kind of like Stephen King's IT. Only instead of Tim Curry prancing around in clown make-up asking us if we float or if we have Prince Albert in a can (don't ask) while chewing the scenery, we get a completely silent and subtle monstrousity peering in our windows.

Not all hope is quite gone, though. There are methods which make it possible to survive while being haunted by it. Warning: a lot of this is not going to make sense, but keep in mind that the thing we're combatting works on a different wavelength than we do. For one thing, masks and the Third Floor of tall buildings confuse it.

M's Three Rules, for one.
1. Get up high and stay up high. Slender Man can look in your windows at you anywhere from the first to the second floor. However, it has trouble perceiving humans as humans when they've gone three stories up or higher. It's because humans at a higher elevation make no sense to it. This won't completely save you. This is just a temperary fix.
2. Keep moving. Do not stay in one place too long. Think of Slender Man like a tree. In a new place, Its basically a seedling who hasn't taken root and can't penetrate the area very well, but It will if given enough time. This timeframe can be anywhere from two weeks to a month.
3. Keep your eyes open. For whatever reason, human keeping their eyes on It traps It at the speed of man. If Slender Man is left unwatched, it can move faster than Han Solo's Millennium Falcon. So keep an eye on it and run when you get the opportunity.

Symbols: The operator sign. Basically, this: (X) A circle with an 'x' through it. Slender Man perceives these as a face, so even if you aren't looking at It, this will fool It into thinking It's being watched and It will move as such. Decorate yourself with these by any means necessary. Any.
The (X) sign will also hold it from entering your house for about a day if you have it posted on the doors and windows. So make sure to put up fresh ones after the old ones wear off.

Repellents: Electricity. Any kind of electrical weapon will do in fending it off. A taser or cattle trod will work.

General Advice:
1. Keep your conscious mind busy. That makes it harder for It to get into your head. Crossword puzzles do wonders for me.
2. Run in cities. Cities are not Its demain. They confuse It. It can send Its pawns after you, but better pawns than Slim himself.
3. Stay out of woods and forests: The wooded areas of the world are His domain. Avoid at all costs.
4. Wear masks. Masks confuse it, as they appear as "outer identity" covering your "inner identity", but it won't last. Change out masks frequently.

Other:
1. Decoys: a dummy or mannequin dressed in Opeator Sign covered clothes wearing a mask. Fresh ones with new clothes and a new mask will trick It for about five hours.
2. It also doesn't like fish and will tear them to shreds. Possibly whoever wields them as well. Don't get caught with fish if confronted by this thing.

Commons Types of People Haunted:
1. Runners: People who are content to simply outsmart and avoid stick.
2. Fighters: People who are actively trying to kill it. They can be either stationary or Running.
3. Obversers/Keepers: Information Gatherers concerning this Thing.
4. Conduits: Humans with the power to teleport. They also possess another ability. One that can hurt Him.

Effects of haunting:
1. Sickness. Not a normal cold, but human bodies don't react well to it and it makes us sick. So coughing, and other nasty side effects will crop up.
2. Lost Time. If you've suddenly looked around and realized you've lost four hours of your life while being haunted by It and you're feeling sore, tired, and sick, then that means It has Moved you. It took control of your mind and body and carted you off. Where? To It's love pad where It cranked up the Barry White. No, actually, It was probably doing far worse things than that to you. Such as...taking you away for two months and marking you body with...something, that keeps you trapped in one city, perhaps?
3. The Hallowing Effect: This is the process of which Lost Time is a side effect. Long story short, It's digging a hole in your mind where It's going to settle in and take over. Once this happens...

Slender Man's servants and slaves:
1. Proxies. This is a former person who has been taken over completely. They are hollow shells of their former selves and live only to serve it. Many of them are former Runners and Warriors. The point is, they weren't taken willingly. They often act like puppets with no initiative of their own, but a few are intelligent enough to blog. But largely, they're a part of a larger hive mind under "It". A few have been cured, but that requires capture and a long period of being deprived of exposure to It.
2. Agents: These people are just assholes who went to Slender Man and joined it willingly. They retain all of their intelligence and often lead groups of proxies against Runners and Warriors. Some of them even have their own blogs.
3. Revenats: seven foot monstrousities with horns. Avoid at all costs. They're far more powerful than humans and have killed people called Conduits who have superpowers. If you absolutely cannot avoid a fight with one: they have super senses. A touch is like pins and needles. Use that to your advantage. Oh, and ice water is instantly deadly to them.

Warding off the effects of Hallowing:
Marble, table salt, green food coloring, and cold water. Believe it or not, this concoction works. It will hold off the effects of Hallowing temperarily, but you need to get Running if it comes to this.

Other Items:
The Mark: This is something I've been branded with. It allowed Slender Man to overcome two of M's rules "keep up high" and "keep moving" for me specifically. This doesn't apply to you. If it does, I'm sure an annoying twat of an agent will start a blog telling you all about it.
Anyway, It has trapped me in one location and making me perceivable and attainable from wherever I am. Keeping your eye on It still works, though. If you've been Marrked, seek out my blog entry, "Reassessment".

All of this has been backed and discovered by those better at this than myself:

This is a good list of slenderblogs and vlogs. The site TVTropes may think this is fictional, but they still catalogue the information about stick and our struggles with competence: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlenderManMythosStories You will find just about everything you need to know here.

Other Places of Interest:

What You Are In The Dark

White Elephants

The Tutorial

The London Librarian

Testing 1, 2, 3

Slender School

Si vis pacem, para bellum

Seeking Truth

The Mystic

Search and Reveal

Observe and Terminate

Now I Shall Know You Again

Encyclopedia Slenderia

Dr. Cairo's Blog: This guy also has a YouTube channel linked from the blog. Watch it.

Anomalous Data

A Hint of Serendipity

slenderbloggins

The Silent Observer

The Silent Cartographer

The Scarecrow Experiment

Peering In From Outside

Para Not-So-Normal

Paranormal Log

Dreams in Darkness: While perhaps not as important of "The Tutorial" or "Si vis pacem, para bellum", this one does offer some insight on the fact that Slender Man has a cult that worships. Recent events concerning a lead Zeke Strahm is following, as well as my own experience in seeing the show live at the The Ruins, confirm the canonical nature of this blog.

Unchained

Well, this has been a part of an attempt to network information on Slender Man with Jakob Gibson of "The Silent Observer" and "The Silent Cartagrapher".

To veterans,

Blog entries similar to this one where you're just informing about Slender Man is something I would like you all to do if you have not already. Remember, YOUR blog could be some newly Infected's first. You don't have to go out of your way and divert attention from present tasks. Just set an entry aside to compile a list of slenderblogs you deem inportant or link to a list somebody else made of important blogs and information. If not that, then at least just "Follow" all the major blogs and make it easy for newbies to navigate. Just do something to make sure newbies are informed on how to survive this. Our struggles are for them as much as for ourselves.
Yeah, I know, I've a lot of this before, but I'm serious about this. I'm adding this post to tabs so anyone can find it easily.

Later,
slenderstalked

Trouble

Well, if you've seen the latest from The Land of Black Leaves, then you know Cerberus's plan failed and I'm back to square one unless I can find him. He's currently located in a cluster of abandoned buildings...possibly. Problem is, I don't which ones. There was a ton of abandoned structures in Boston and this could jsut be a ploy to get me back down the streets.

I don't know what to do or where to start looking. Damn it... Well, I can't just head down to the streets of Boston without a plan. I've gotta think....

Current Circumstances

Alright, this is the whole story of last night. As you know, Cerberus "bumped" into me and gave me a box with three items in it, and then about an hour later I disappeared off of Al(x)ne's radar.
Well, that's because of the other two items in the box. One was a hotel room key for an Inn far from the one I was given earlier. The other was a capsule with some kind of brown herb in it.
The message I solved had this to say, basically: "This is the spare key to a room in a hotel. Take the pill. It will temperarily weaken the effects of The Mark above its base purpose (keeping yours' truly trapped in Boston). Then go to this Inn an hour after you have swallowed the pill. They won't be able to track you with The Mark for 6-12 hours and the room is on the third floor."

Well, Cerberus, you've bought me a little time and spared me from sleeping on the streets or a roof last night.. I don't know what to say other than thank you. Alright, Cerberus, you have one day starting from the minute I press Publish Post to get back here or I'm going to have to take things into my own hands again, even it is results in a Last Stand where I go out in a blaze of glory. Ugh, I hate being demoted to Non Action Guy. Or is it The Chick I've become? While I wait I guess I can catch up on reading tropes. Maybe I'll make a Character Sheet for myself, Slice, Pete, Jakob, Cerberus, Black Leaf, and Al(x)ne.

By the way, Allen: loved your little freakout last night. As much as you love picking on Black Leaf, at least he was genre savvy enough to make for the roof the instant he knew Cerberus had given me something to aid me. So:

P.S.: Scheduled blog entry coming later today at 2:00 PM. I've been working on it for a while now. Most of it will be for newbies, but there's a bit at the bottom for veterans.

Unlucky yet fortunate.

Well, I tried to get new lodgings for the night, but none were available, even in the cheap, ghetto hotel I tried to book. I was exiting said stinking hell hole when the damnedest thing happened. I stepped out and this guy bumped right in to me. He stuffed something into my hand before vanishing into the shadows.
It's a small box that fits in the palm of my hand wrapped in brown paper. On the bottom it says: "Go somewhere public before opening this. -C"

So I did. I'm looking at the contents right now. A note, and two other objects. Shocker of shocks, the note was an anagram, but below it in very clear English was "Do not post the anagram online, don't type out the solved message on your blog, and don't tell what the other two objects are until tomorrow". So I solved it myself, figuring that "C"erberus probably just doesn't want Al(x)ne or Black Leal solving it before I did and then countering me.

Long story short, it looks like that "Hellhound" has saved my ass for a night or two. I'll post what the other contents of the bag were and give you guys the Layman's Terms of the solved message tomorrow.

On a final note:
DAMN IT! I had a close encounter with him after trying to get him to meet up with me and it didn't dawn on me until he was long out of sight! Why, God, why?!

In other news, from what I've heard of about Al(x)ne, who has taken over supervising Boston and the "hunt", it sounds he's really bad news far worse than Black Leaf ever was. Oh, perfect.

Well, wish me luck.

New Lodgings

I have a few potential choices which I'm checking out right now. Anywhere but going back there.

Outside of that, I'm not sure what I'm going to do anymore. It feels like I'm running in circles while fighting an uphill battle while the hill's been iced over and I'm sliding backwards. I started alone and had to go through hell and out the other side before I could meet up with an ally, Slice. Then we made some progress while searching the historic sites and fire-bombed some slenderhouses. Now he's gone and out of the loop and I'm back to square one.

Cerberus is back and has promised to free me from this chase. This leaves me in a difficult position. He's revealed that I can't get to where I need to go to remove the Mark unless I'm let in by Slender Man or given the ability to go there at will be the Same. He's also insisting on acting alone, which means that his last entry today may be his last. We here at Boston are either on the edge of something really good or something bad, and it all stands on the edge of a knife. Which way will it stray, though. And am I willing to just sit around waiting to be saved like a good damsel in distress. Heh. Yeah, I guess I have fit that role as of late. Ron the Male Damsel.
Well, hopefully I can upgrade from that to Ron the Runner, then later Ron the M Finder. I'm tired of reading all these other posts about other people taking great measures in fighting It while I have to sit on the sidelines in a cage made of.... er, slendy matter?

Cerberus, I'm not sitting this one out. Meet me. We'll plan something. Just get in contact, okay?

Went Back, No Cops

I just got back from the Inn and found the place completely CSI-free. Sam's body was removed and the blood was cleaned up. Nevertheless, I packed up the rest of my stuff, then turned in my room key when I checked out, and I'm finding other lodgings elsewhere in the city.

EDIT: I'm still pretty shaken up about Sam. Now I know how Drew must have felt when he put Stephanie out of her misery. It's like a part of me died. Sam, I'm so, so sorry.