tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85661732635288049972024-03-19T05:15:42.093-04:00Jon's Lognull/*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-55544653583899397872014-02-22T16:20:00.000-05:002014-02-22T16:20:05.275-05:00EpitaphToday, the 22nd of February, The Rapture should have occurred. Ragnarok. It didn't, all because of the sacrifice of one man. He had arrived to the clearing in the forest, or The Stand as they call it, equipped with weaponry he chose, and he chose well. They waited for him before noon, and before noon he came. Seven of Servants and their Master, clad in armor, looking down on the child that stood beneath him. The most foolish of the servants went down first.<br />
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Antioch swung his sword, only to die of it, even his fellow servants smiled at his death.<br />
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The old man came next. He stormed at the young man, only to bounce right back. He couldn't hurt him, and soon he was vanquished too. The watchers were becoming tense, even though they did not like the man.<br />
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Then came The Lady, cold and confident. She gave the child a struggle, since he had issues hurting a lady, yet she was cast down as well.<br />
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Timothy, forever quiet, raged at the loss of his loved one, but his demise layed in his anger.<br />
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Gerald came next, heartless, muscular, and dangerous. He took the young one's ear, finger, and broke his leg, however, he was still unworthy.<br />
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At the sight of death, an unlikely one fled: Death ran from death.<br />
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At the end came the most faithful one, and the youngest as well. The Traitor, that was his name. Even though he had changed much, it gave him pain to see that he must take down his old friend. He fought reluctantly, yet fiercely. But, in the midst of battle, his Master lifted his many arms, and ordered him back. The Traitor smiled at the young one, but it was a false smile, and he knew what came next.<br />
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It was time for the end-game. The Master let the lesser ones play their game. It was time for the real battle. He did not care much for the Slaves, they were expendable.<br />
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The Master saw that the child's arsenal couldn't do him no harm: a piece of earthly steel and a firestick, all toys in his eyes. What he didn't see, was the water. The child hurled water at The Master, to the other one's horror. A scream was heard, and the child's ears bled with juice of death. There was more water to be thrown, as The Master flailed about. He had to change, yet He couldn't. He used a brief window of clarity to change, and now the water did him no harm. Now he was the raging fire no water could stop. But the child was smart. He had brought another weapon The Master didn't notice, and it was pure luck that He turned to the shape he did: the child shot the cold powder at The Master, and it was too much for Him. He was gone, and the child thought he had won. As he went back through the woods victoriously, he felt cold. He was back to torment him once more, for the final time. The Master took him, ripped him apart, scattered his limbs, detached his head, and burned it all in his rage. As the False Hero burned, all his pride burned with him. He succeeded, yet he failed. The whole forest was destroyed, yet He felt content. The Rapture would have to wait, but what is time to Him? Now, he must recruit new forces. He was alone, and when he is alone, he is infinite, he is everywhere, and everywhen. He enjoyed it.<br />
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And where was Robert? Casually sipping tea in London, on the February 22nd, 1878, thinking about dead Heroes and broken weapons.<br />
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And you, dear readers, should stay for more. For even though this is the epitaph, it doesn't mean it is the end.<br />
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-J (not the real one!)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-58201288666469642462014-02-21T15:23:00.001-05:002014-02-21T15:23:48.033-05:00Decision<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I decided. I will fight him. I don't even care if it's a trap. At this point it's the same. He's going to hunt me down until I die, better to die saving the world than in your bed. I'm bringing all sorts of weapons: I have a knife, a gun, baseball bat and fire extinguisher. I'll also bring water along, since some say he hates water. I'll face him in the clearing in the woods. Not a good place, I don't like it, but I'll do it. If all goes well, I'll get back to you, but it probably won't. Thank you for staying with me, and farewell.<br/>
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-J</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-72514265650277599872014-02-19T09:06:00.001-05:002014-02-19T09:06:41.298-05:00Coming of a Rapture<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Wow. You know what happened? Well, here's the story. So I decided to go to the woods, even though it looked like an obvious trap. So, I walk up to this big, burned clearing, and see someone waiting. I approach warily, but the figure greets me warmly and shakes my hand firmly. It was Robert. He told me that an event he explained as 'The Rapture' will occur on the 22nd, and that I must stop it. The only way to stop 'The Rapture' would be to distract The Master until the 23rd, local time, comes. Then he started babbling about weapons, how I'm not the one, whatever. He said I must have time to brace myself. And then he looked at me, told me to sit down (I didn't, unfortunately for me) and did something with his hands, and swoosh, I fell down, hurting my head. I stood up, noting I was in the place I stay at. But here's one thing: when I departed to the woods, it was the 21st, now it's the 19th. I don't know what to make of this, I don't know whether I should trust Robert, and I don't know how accomplish what he told me to. I'll come back to you once I get some sleep and plan this out.<br/>
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-J</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-55161514195539660792014-02-14T11:27:00.003-05:002014-02-14T11:27:43.655-05:00Me againHey guys! I hope you haven't been worried, since I promised to get back to you ASAP, but I couldn't, since Internet was down and I've just fixed it. It's cold here too. There isn't too much left here for me to look at. I learned that some people moved away after the house burned down, there have been two reported cases of missing children, after which some more families moved away. Joe's house is abandoned, I went back there and found nothing. I investigated the houses of others who took part in the incident in the woods, most of them are abandoned now too. The only thing I found was in a burned house which belonged to one of the guys who killed himself, a notebook, presumably previously used as a journal. It was heavily burned though, and all I could see were some drawings of The Master along with some scribbled text, it was mostly HE IS CALLING ME repeated all over. I don't think I'll find much more in the town, but an old lady told me about a fire in the woods today, and how the hell would a fire naturally light during such a fucking freezing winter? I'm going to check it out right now, I hope I'll be able to tell you of the outcome since I don't know if Internet will stay active for long.<div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-24864778048794513422014-02-01T15:15:00.001-05:002014-02-01T15:15:35.563-05:00Travelling AbroadI'm moving from The US. I'm going to Canada, to learn more of this story of The Rake. I won't be going to my friends', nor will I even contact them in any way. I don't want to bring death upon anyone. Before I leave, I have one more place to visit. The Hometown. It attracts me so much it's sick. I have dreams, either bad or neutral ones, of the place every night. And every night I wake up covered in sweat knowing I will have to go back there. That's where it all started at, and maybe it will end there too. I don't even care anymore, I have made peace with the fact that He's gonna get me one day, and when he does, I will die. There is no escaping it, and I'm even turning suicidal. When I stay at a high place I can't keep my eyes off the window, thinking to myself, 'How much would the fall hurt? Will it kill me?' and stuff like that. It's better to die answering questions, I guess. If I make it to Canada, I'll never go back here. I'm even thinking of travelling to Europe and trying to settle down there somehow. Maybe all of Them don't exist there? Highly unlikely. I'm leaving my current location tonight. I will post an update as soon as I can. Not much has happened these days, just the fucking cold. I'll get back to you.<br />
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-JAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-38609984519616988892014-01-12T16:53:00.000-05:002014-01-12T16:54:20.018-05:00Search<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ok, the only lead I have now is Hausa and Mattatu, so I spent the last couple of days doing research on this, and I found some things. What we know as Mattatu, apparently showed up everywhere during the ages. Englishmen called him Grim Reaper, the Poles called him <span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">Śmierć, Lithuanians called him Giltine, so on and so forth. I don't know if it really is him, but all of these characters almost match his description completely, with several exceptions. Just why is Mattatu hiding under all those robes and a skull mask? The meaning of his name is 'dead', so is he truly dead? Or is he the angel of death? One couldn't know, but I feel all of these creatures/things/whatevers have deep roots, and that they've been stalking people since the dawn of men</span></span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">. </span><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Master? Schlankwald, Grossman, Fear Dubh... There is even a tale I've heard of a Rake-like creature: when I stayed at a friend's in Canada, they told me a story of a creature of great intelligence and evil: the Hossholor</span></span><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">. The Norse, who first discovered North America, settled in a location in Canada they called Vinland. They established a settlement there, and things went rather smooth, until the Hossholor came. It was a small grey man-like clawed creature, who raided the settlement and killed men, raped women, and took children. The Norse tried to fight it off, however, all their attempts angered the creature even further. A hero emerged, a man known simply as Calder, who claimed he could fight the Hossholor and put an end to his hostilities. As the night came, Calder waited for the monster. He failed to show that night. Calder waited there for seven days, until the Hossholor, hungry for flesh, attacked. They fought until dawn, however, Calder saw that he couldn't beat the creature. No matter how deep he cut the Hossholor, the creature continued fighting with even more ferocity. Soon, Calder saw there was no stopping it, so he yelled to his woman, Brenda, to quickly gather the people and escape back to Iceland. He continued fighting the Hossholor until evening, when everyone left. However, what Calder didn't know is that Brenda didn't want to leave him. Just as Calder decided to give up and die, Brenda stormed at the Hossholor with a flaming torch. The Hossholor was set on fire and rushed for water, which Brenda and Calder used to run for the ship, which was backing off. Somehow, they reached the ship and returned safely to Iceland. </span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">That's it for now. I decided to stay in Florida for the time being, the temperatures elsewhere are not to my liking. I'm going to try and dig up more until the next update.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; line-height: 19.1875px;">-J</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-70025645797103550762014-01-07T17:33:00.000-05:002014-01-07T17:33:29.755-05:00MistakesGod dammit. Hey guys, want to know something about my life? EVERYONE DIES. Everyone I ever team up with fucking dies. It's like reading a Song of Ice and Fire book, every good guy dies. Except Joseph. But I guess he died in a sense of the word. Bill is dead. Robert visited. He says Bill went looking for Agents to kill, he found the tall, sullen guy (forgot his name), and guess what happened? Yes, he tried to shoot him, yes, he failed, and yes, the dude fought back. Fucking fuck. Robert wasn't too much helpful other than that, he was somehow, let's say 'absent', during the entire conversation. His answers were indefinite, when he spoke he didn't make any fucking sense. And, at this one moment, he just disappeared. Just to make something clear: I don't trust him. The fact that he didn't kill me when he could and that he helped me out when I hung don't change anything.<br />
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Also, I looked at the weird language written in the journal. Running it through Google Translate told me it's Hausa, and further Google searches told me Hausa is spoken in Nigeria and Niger. Here's what it told me:<br />
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Weird entry 1:<br />
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Death will come in and you wake in the dawn of the night you will burn slowly as you look deliberately and who died<br />
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Weird entry 2:<br />
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Quick death spare him from the pain, I pray, I pray kill me<br />
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Drawing:<br />
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Mattatu is saying 'you will burn' repeteadly, and the guy is saying 'kill me'.<br />
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I also checked Mattatu. It means 'dead'. Well, rather logical, I guess. But what does it mean? Why is that his name? Too many questions, too little answers. Hitting the road soon. I'm thinking about my next location. Jon out.<br />
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-J<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-13029485557054474382014-01-05T04:06:00.000-05:002014-01-05T04:06:09.312-05:00Survival GuideSomething happened. I don't know what. I got drunk for New Year's. When I woke up, Bill was gone. He didn't even leave a note or anything, like he did before when he went outside before I woke up. I checked his belongings: His journal, his laptop, and his handgun are missing. I haven't heard of him since. My original plan was to get Bill drunk and ask him questions. The problem is, I got drunk too. I hate myself.<br />
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Anyway, from my personal experience of almost six months of being a runner, I decided to write a guide of some sort. Here it is:<br />
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Chapter I: Running<br />
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You have seen the Master at least three times. Chances are he's either after you, or after your friends/family. At this point, you will run. You must gather things that will help you: knife, money (as much as you can carry without screaming 'I have lots of money and am an easy target for robbers'), gun (if you have one, you'll probably need a license for it), energy bars, a flashlight, clothes (when you pack these, go for functionality: consider you'll probably be running for the rest of your life. Also consider your climate.), and other things you might find useful (laptop, phone, accessories). Travel as light as you can, you don't want to slow yourself down too much.<br />
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About friends and family: leave them. Think about it this way: if you stay with them, they will die.<br />
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Where to stay?<br />
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Consider cheap motels with rooms up high. DON'T stay at friends. Don't stay at the same place for too long. If your area has high buildings, go up on top of them and sleep there. He needs some time to adapt himself to heights. Above all, you must BELIEVE in it. The reason why it failed when I tried it is because I didn't believe it was gonna work. It worked fine until then, when I had Joseph with me. I think he truly believed in it. That's what you wanna do.<br />
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Travelling with other people<br />
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Don't do it, unless those people are stalked by Him. Good thing is, when you travel with other people, the chances of survival are much higher. When you're alone, if they send a Puppet (brainwashed individual, some of you might call them Proxies) after you, you could get killed or captured, because those things don't sense fear. However, when there are a lot of you, Puppets are doomed, because they have no way of communicating with each other.<br />
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Chapter II: Self Defence<br />
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I'll bitch slap The Master<br />
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Are you out of your mind?! I often hear people doing the 'If that son of a bitch goes after me, I'll shoot him' talk. DO NOT TRY TO HARM HIM WITH YOUR REGULAR WEAPONS! It WILL piss him off, and he WILL try to kill you even harder. His Agents are also invulnerable, so don't even try.<br />
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How to Tell Agents from Puppets<br />
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Agents have feelings, Puppets don't. Agents can't be killed, Puppets can. Agents can speak (with the exception of Mattatu, who you can easily recognize), Puppets can't. Agents change their facial expressions like normal people, Puppets look dull all the time.<br />
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How do I kill The Master/Agents<br />
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You don't. I heard that if you have a 'special' weapon, you can harm them, but I don't know too much on the subject.<br />
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Choice of weapons<br />
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Choose whatever you want, as long it's practical, lethal, and not too big and bulky. The perfect weapons are handguns, knives, machete, etc. If you buy a handgun, buy a silencer with it too.<br />
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Chapter III: Other important stuff<br />
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Appearance<br />
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Try and fit into the crowd as much as you can. You don't want to stand out, because this will bring unwanted attention, both from his Agents and from other people from the street.<br />
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Transportation<br />
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Anything that uses electricity is bad news. He can mess with stuff like that. Use a bicycle, it never runs out of fuel, and it helps you stay fit too.<br />
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That's pretty much it. If I remember anything else, I'll put it in a blog post in the days to come. Sorry about the delay, but secretly, I was hoping Bill turns up. He didn't, obviously. I'm leaving his place today. I hope this guide helps someone.<br />
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-JAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-15509868269078889852013-12-31T11:38:00.000-05:002013-12-31T11:38:05.742-05:00JournalI found Bill's journal. It's the most disturbing thing. Here are the scans:<br />
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Suddenly, I don't feel very safe here. If you can't read what it says, basically, he starts seeing what I'm seeing in July, it all begins with the photo I uploaded yesterday. Then it becomes worse up until he decides to move to Florida. Then, it's quiet for about a month, then Mattatu starts showing up again, until one day Bill sees him in his house. He then proceeds to go nuts, write a lot of weird stuff in a weird language. He then writes about not remembering anything that happened after he saw Mattatu in the house. The last entry is just after I called him. He invited me for New Year's. Then, in the end is an odd drawing of Rake, The Master and Mattatu above a small man, who is saying something in a weird language, under him is a fire. There are words coming down into the fire from under Mattatu. The rest of the book is empty, save for a little USB stick I found in a pocket in the journal. It contains a password encrypted .rar file. I didn't confront Bill about any of this yet. I'm going to do it tonight, when he gets drunk. Maybe I'll get something out of him. Happy New Year, and thank you for staying with me.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-57659039516474818932013-12-30T17:59:00.001-05:002013-12-31T10:43:54.589-05:00PictureNo word from Robert yet, <i>but</i>, as I was browsing my friend's computer (let's call him Bill, I want him to be anonymous) I found a rather odd photo. It seems to be a shot from a car, photographing an unknown location, and guess who's in it. It's heavily distorted and lower quality than the other ones. I'm becoming worried: if He shows up in my friend's photo, does that mean he's being followed, or at least in danger of it? As far as this concerns me, it somehow comforts me. Perhaps I can shake off the feeling of guilt I'm feeling for bringing him into this, and replace it with joy for helping him with this. I'm going to confront him about it when he comes home, here's the photo for you all to see:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-34676970317521833122013-12-29T15:55:00.002-05:002013-12-29T15:55:51.570-05:00Elaboration continuedSorry for the abrupt ending. Here's what happened:<br />
After sitting down at Robert's place we started talking. He told me it's dangerous to go around Agents' houses unarmed. I took out my gun and told him I was armed. He laughed and told me to shoot him in the head. After some hesitation, I put the gun on his forehead and fired. As I removed the barrel of my gun, I was shocked to see that he was unharmed: there wasn't even a bullethole in his head. He grinned, and explained that Agents can't be harmed by, what he called, 'mundane weapons'. You require something 'out of this plane'. When I asked him what, he wouldn't tell me, which is kind of obvious, since it would endanger him. I asked him if he helped me out of their realm and The Tree. He said that it wasn't him, and they have no idea who did it. I asked him about the other Agents. He didn't want to tell me anything about them. I told him about my plan to go to Florida, he said it's a good one and that I should leave immediatelly. He told me not to stay around NY and to go straight to the airport. He also told me no to go to the hometown yet, since it's too dangerous right now. He said he'll meet me exactly 24 hours after I arrive to Florida, so that's tommorow. After leaving, I headed back to the hotel I was at to pick my stuff out, so I figured I'd stay for just a bit so I could post an update. To my great shock, I lifted my gaze to see Mattatu staring at me from my window, so I ran off to the airport. They were following me, Mattatu and Mary Jane. They stopped at the airport, and turned around. That brings me here. I'm staying at my friend's. Catch up with you tommorow.<br />
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-JAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-5803787652783279842013-12-28T17:51:00.001-05:002013-12-28T17:51:47.487-05:00ElaborationI'm alive. Yesterday at roughly the same time as now I headed over to Robert's apartment. Nobody answered the door so I decided to wait in front of the building. I saw him come inside after about two hours, so I followed him in, with a gun. Once I reached the door, I took my gun out and prepared to shoot. As I heard the footsteps of Robert coming towards the door, I suddenly remembered how good he was to me as I was hanging, so I decided to put the gun away. At least until he turns hostile. He opened the door and was not at all surprised to see me, as he said he was expecting me. He welcomed me inside and told me to sit on the sofa, which I did. He made us tea, and we sat down. He asked me if I knew what sort of danger was I in right now, and explained to me that he could have come with another Agent who wouldn't be as happy to see me waiting in front of the building, exposed. Oh shit, gotta run, part 2 coming up soon -jAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-20404848637249289452013-12-27T15:46:00.000-05:002013-12-27T15:46:00.295-05:00BurdenGuys, I had something in mind for a couple of days. Remember the gun I used to shoot Eracis? It's still here. I just need to get a new clip and some bullets. I'm planning a hunt. An Agent hunt. Since Eracis is most likely dead, that's one superfucker less. I'm concerned about Rake, who hasn't showed itself since a long time ago, and The Master himself. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to run from his servants. I need to cripple him for a long enough time so I can think of something and investigate my home town some more. I still have a hunch about that place, even though I'm too creeped out to go there right now. I just think that if I kill enough Agents in a short period of time, they'll be indisposed. It wasn't The Master who originally trapped me. It was his minions. While I was on The Plains, as they call them, I met most of the senior Agents. There are 8 of them in total:<br />
-Joseph<br />
-Antioch (who presented himself as The Seventh, cruel little man, short brown hair, evil eyes, constantly a bitch to everyone)<br />
-Mary Jane (a woman, plain brown hair, plain pale face, don't remember her that well)<br />
-Timothy (a sullen, tall man in his 40s.)<br />
-Robert (a bald, short fellow. He looks older than he presents himself to be. He was friendlier than the others, he told me he knows exactly what I'm going through as I was hanging, presumably he hanged once too.)<br />
-Matattu (masked, presumably male. He wears a black skull mask, a black turban like thing that covers his entire head save for the mask, black gloves, and black robes. I never heard him speak, even when talked to.)<br />
-Gareth (old man, I feel he is some sort of leader, or at least on a higher position than the other Agents. He talks to The Master and presents The Agents with his intentions and gives them orders. Even though he's old, he's strangely swift and strong.)<br />
-Gerald (huge, muscular man. Undoubtedly the strongest among The Agents.)<br />
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I know that Robert, when not in The Plain realm resides in New York. I know his exact address, so I'm gonna go look for him. Like, right. Now.<br />
Gonna get back to you when I'm back.<br />
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-JAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-17378426930998456092013-12-24T16:45:00.001-05:002013-12-24T16:45:51.286-05:00TheoriesOk, checked out of the hospital couple of days ago. Among other news, my laptop broke. Yup, that thing Eracis gave me broke after all it's been through. I went to the laptop service place, they couldn't find the cause for the malfunction. Oh well, I bought a really cheap little notebook. It's so slow that even typing is a torture. The flu is gone, now I can continue freezing in NYC. I've been thinking about going somewhere warm. I'm practically homeless. I have a friend over in Florida who could take me in, I guess, however, I haven't heard from him for a year or so. On second thought, it's a really bad idea. Everyone I ever teamed up with got killed, mysteriously disappeared, or went mad and joined Him. I could give it a shot, cause, honestly, my survival is more important than his. I know, I'm being the most selfish motherfucker ever, but that's the only way to survive. I'd hate to have survived multiple encounters with Tentacle Boy and his minions, yet to freeze to death, or starve. I'm gonna have to use everything I can get to, including my friend in Florida. I've got some spare change left, may be enough to get a plane ticket.<br />
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In other words: theories. I had plenty of time to think about these in the hospital. I came up with several of these:<br />
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Theory 1: He is a tulpa created by some weird cult long ago, as The Seventh used to theorize. This is the least likely theory due to the fact it was told to me by The Seventh, who is an Agent.<br />
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Theory 2: He is the embodiment of evil, he has existed since the dawn of time. What do you think, where did all those bedtime stories come from? I mean look at the fucker: he's evil itself. He deceives, kills, rapes (in some cases), burns, he has a bunch of servants willing to do his will. And he's invincible. You can't kill him. You can hurt him, yes, but that makes him mad. And you know what the worst thing is: nobody who 'went missing' after seeing Him or encountering Him was never seen, never heard from, and never found. When he gets you, the void swallows you.<br />
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Theory 3: WW2. Maybe he was made in some weird german/japanese/american/whatever experiment and meant to be used as a super weapon or something? It's a weird theory, but I guess we can give it a shot.<br />
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Theory 4: I'm mad. What if I'm just insane? What if this is all a fucking delusion? I remember my state a short while ago, before I was taken: I was batshit insane. I thought I was some sort of immortal hero, born to kill Him. And able to do it. It's weird. You just, like, believe in this one thing, and despite everything tells you otherwise, you still believe in it. I really hope this one is true, because it's the best variant. This would mean, none of my friends are dead, or better yet, it was all a figment of my imagination, and none of these people existed.<br />
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Ok, I should go eat something. If you have some information that could help me, feel free to comment, or email me at bluem4rble@gmail.com . Thanks for staying with me guys,<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-25392770982965227572013-11-22T17:01:00.000-05:002013-11-22T17:01:01.405-05:00BackI'm back. I think I owe you an explanation to what happened. Basically, they lured me into the apartment, tackled me, I shot Eracis. They tried taking me to his dimension. My hair started falling off and stuff, they wanted to literally stick me on a tree and make me suffer there, somehow, that's all that happens there to non-agents: you suffer. Time goes faster there. I counted 13 days, whereas only one passed in the real life. I came so low as to asking to join them. They laughed and told me it was too late. I am happy they didn't accept me. I would have regret it.<br />
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Anyway, something happened, I don't really know what, and I fell off. I ran, and I fell into this ditch and blacked out. I woke up in a hotel room bed, with a note on my bedside. It said: "You're fucking welcome".<br />
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I don't know who helped me, whoever did, I'm not trusting him.<br />
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Last month or so, I've been hiding across NY City, sleeping in the streets.<br />
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That's about it for now. I'm trying to find out who's been helping me. Whoever he/she is, he/she has a lot of explaining to do.<br />
-JonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-63553316112739474682013-10-26T19:39:00.000-04:002013-10-26T19:39:06.604-04:00in the cagei am writing this post in haste. i want you all to know one thing: they didnt get me yet. i managed to escape. at least i know one thing now. no help will come. ever. im alone in this. all my friends are dead. everyone. the house i stayed in burned down along with all my things, save for some clothes and money. im typing from an internet club. i dont know how many of you are still here, but i dont even care right now, cause my days are still coming to an end pretty soon. i'm almost bald entirely now, my skin cells are dying off literally, and i swear im going insane, come to think of it, I just noticed even my writing is becoming shabby. Paranoia is striking every day, it's even worse now that i'm homeless and almost broke. i have to go now. I think I might have killed eracis, if he can even die.<br />
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-jonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-65815080942476338892013-10-19T13:16:00.000-04:002013-10-19T16:02:36.234-04:00Game overSo, people, think about this scenario: a random person, who is in trouble, and cannot find any help, gets some sort of anonymous friend who introduces himself (through the Internet) as a supernatural being thousands of years old and offers help. How much of an idiot do you have to be to accept? It worked with two persons. Two damned persons.<br />
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Jon is destroyed. He is an empty shell now. So was Joseph. They don't exist anyomre, at least not in the form they did. They are machines without a soul, with pure evil poured into their minds. Jon didn't even realise what happened. Insanity caused by The Puppetmaster finally took over. That's why he decided to go after Joseph. The person who he saw at his friend's death scene was Joseph. He was too insane to even realise it was him. The initial plan was for him to go after Joseph who would run into the woods, where we would surround Jon and capture him. However, his mental state was worse than we had thought, so we placed Joseph in a hotel. I made sure he knew where he stayed at, so he went there. Instead of Joseph, he found me, Eracis, and a Puppet. He managed to shoot Eracis and a Puppet. A Puppet died and Eracis is in a critical state as we speak, but I managed to capture him. We didn't expect he'd bring a gun. How foolish of us. I should have read his blog post.<br />
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There you have it. So, you're wondering, what will happen to Jon? His mind will probably be brought back to him, he will be carried into The Plains where he will suffer for a long time on The Strings. His suffering should repay for the damage he has caused us.<br />
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Now, about that little Edward thing. The Puppetmaster didn't like Edward being there. He couldn't get to Jon because of him, and Edward didn't do anything bad, so I had to come in. A threat of destruction, and Edward fled Jon's body. He's safe now. He will be properly rewarded for his service. We had to stage a large battle, so a lot of Puppets had to die for nothing.<br />
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Oh, and Jon asked for one last wish before we took his mind. He asked me to thank you all for staying with him.<br />
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Remember, don't look for us, or we'll find you.<br />
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',nullAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-61569598040968685192013-10-18T10:45:00.000-04:002013-10-18T10:45:26.539-04:00this could be goodbyei found the thing i was looking for. i found the hotel where the man i saw at al's death scene is residing. i will go after him tonight. i tried knocking, he told me to fuck off. i'm breaking in. i'm sure he has something to do with this. i will find answers and give them to you. in case i fail, this will probably be the last you will hear of me. my hair is falling off, my skin is becoming flaky, i am coughing badly and i have severe headaches. i saw Him a couple of times too. he visits every day. he talks to me, telling me how it can all end. how i just have to let go. he says that he could let me serve him if i want to. i always tell him to fuck off. he gets angry and tries to get me, but i always run away. i also saw rakey a couple of times. he nearly killed a dog. eracis visited. long time no see. he was just studying the house or whatever. he lost his sword. i should get a gun. to the seventh: if you are reading this, respond, asshole.<br />
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jAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-82368174578080298342013-10-03T07:43:00.003-04:002013-10-03T07:43:44.327-04:00Leanne's JournalI have read the journal of Leanne Cross. I wish I never did. It gave me some information I never wanted to know, stuff which gives me nightmares.<br />
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Two days ago I had one such nightmare. I was walking through the woods. I didn't want to continue, I wanted to go back, but I couldn't. Something kept pulling me further. Every minute it was getting darker, the tress taller and closer together. With every step the fear in me increased, the dread I felt became greater. Finally, I reached a large clearing. It was still very dark. In the middle of the clearing was a large tree. It looked as if it was thunderstruck in some point in the past, all black and with no leaves. I was walking towards it. At the foot of it, a grave was dug. There was an open coffin at the bottom of the hole. The gravestone said:<br />
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I just looked at it horrified. Then, I felt obliged to get inside the coffin. I lied down, and suddenly, He appeared at the top, just watching me. Soon after came Joseph, Eracis, The Feral One, and the person I saw at Al's murder scene. Tears of blood flowed out of his eyes, and he was completely expressionless. The coffin closed, and there was darkness. Then I woke up.</div>
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I can feel Him around. When I watch TV, it suddenly turns off, then on, then off, then on, and so on and so forth. I saw him about 2 times too. My hair is falling off rapidly for whatever reason. I think it might me the stress of all this. Back to Leanne's Journal, here's the entry fragment I found disturbing.</div>
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"New neighbors moved in! I just went and met them, very nice people. Their names are Christopher and Mary Wilson, they also have a little boy named Jon. He's 4 at the moment, 2 years younger than Joseph. The boy seemed well behaved and I hope he and Joseph get along."</div>
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My parents' names are Christopher and Mary. I never remembered any of this up to this point. Now I remember playing with Joseph in the woods and everything, I even remember where my house was at, but I don't want to go there at the moment. This was the last entry in there, strangely. I think she just thought of writing being too bothersome and time consuming. </div>
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Now I remember an event which occurred as I was playing with Joseph. One day he told me that now that we became such great friends, he could let me meet a friend of his. I was expecting another kid, but he brought me to the woods, and there He was. Him. I was paralyzed with fear and couldn't move. That's where Leanne rushed in, started screaming at Him, and told us to run. Joe wouldn't do it, and I passed away. I don't remember anything past that point. I think that event lead to Leanne being hospitalized, and eventually dying. Somehow, I remember my life at the place I think we moved to after that event like I've been there since ever. All this is odd and I need a lot of rest.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-5982152219165779902013-09-19T13:29:00.001-04:002013-09-19T13:29:11.925-04:00SuccessI made it. I was in Joseph's house last night. It was a bit foggy so I snuck right behind them. The house was unlocked. Inside, the walls were destroyed by what looked like claw marks. The place was absolutely stripped bare: no furniture, nothing. I went into the basement, and there it was: the 'back door'. It was a metal trapdoor, with a lock of remarkable quality. Someone tried to open it forcefully leaving a lot of marks on the trapdoor, but failed. Why couldn't they simply pick the lock? Luckily, I brought the key from the journal. It fit. The trapdoor was very heavy and I barely managed to move it. Eventually I openned it and went inside. It was a small room which reminded me on 20th century fallout shelters. What really got my attention was a chest of drawers. Apart from empty papers, there was a notebook hidden in there. I still haven't read it, but it said 'Property of Leanne Cross' on the front. I got through the first couple of pages and saw that it was a kind of a diary. I read through the first three entries. Nothing I'd write here. I mean, apart from private stuff, it had details about a walk through a forest. While I was reading it, I heard a heavy breathing. I closed the trapdoor and locked it from the inside. Soon after I heard a growling from behind it, and something started clawing the door. Then there were two gunshot and a scream, and then running noises. Two men were on the other side, I couldn't make out what they were saying though. I had to sleep over there since I was too frightened to go outside. The next morning I reluctantly unlocked the door. There was nobody in the house. The cops weren't there, strangely. I ran off, got to my senses and here I am. I'm still reading the diary thing.<br />
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PS: Our scanner broke, so I don't think I'll be posting those drawings and journal entries anytime soon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-87979804329040766022013-09-13T09:14:00.001-04:002013-09-13T09:19:37.453-04:00InvestigationLike you probably know, I spent most of this time investigating. I haven't posted in a while, because I wanted to find out everything I can before posting again. OK, so here's what I found out.<br />
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First off, I went to Joe's old house. For whatever reason, there were cops stationed near it. Let me elaborate. The house is in the middle of the woods, with a gravel road leading to it. The cops were stationed in the middle of the road (the only possible direction from there was Joe's old house) and as soon as I reached them, they stopped me. They asked for a 'permit', but, since I didn't have one, they sent me off, warning me to keep out. They told me, that if I came back, they could arrest me. I told them I was visiting a friend, but they just laughed. The only way there was through the woods. I decided to come back again later, and I'm thinking of doing so soon.<br />
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While I was waiting for the proper time to go back to the house, I investigated the place where Al was killed. I found nothing there. I wasn't the only one there. There was this one guy I saw earlier around town. He seemed odd, Ron thought so as well. He was looking around the tree, but as soon as I got there, he ran off. I didn't find anything there, so I came back.<br />
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Next up, I went to the mental hospital and asked to visit Leanne Cross. The employee working at the hospital looked surprised and told me Leanne passed away years ago. I tried my best to act like I didn't know and look sad, so I asked him about details. I didn't get to know anything new. He told me some people from the FBI came and confiscated all of her possessions a couple of years ago. When I asked him what the agents confiscated, he told me to go away. I tried again, but he threatened me with calling the cops, so I left.<br />
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Next up was Al's place. He lived there by himself, and there wasn't anyone around. The door was left unlocked. The place was absolutely thrashed. All valuables had been taken. The drawers were lying around, paper was everywhere, muddy footprints all across the house, even graffiti on a wall. That's the first place where I found anything new. Here are the things I found: A sketchbook, full of strange drawings. I'll post some of them tomorrow, too lazy to do it now. Al's notebook, had codes, mixed up letters, psycho shit, etc. It looks like something was glued to the front, but then ripped off. The only special thing about it was 'IN THE HOUSE' written on the first page, and 'BACK DOOR' on the back. I checked both Al's house and Joe's house, none had a back door, so I presume 'BACK DOOR' means something else, or referenced another house. I'm going to scan the more interesting pages and put them here. I also found a key taped somewhere in the middle of it. I checked, it's not the key to anything in the house. I also found another notebook, but this one was like a diary or something. It had a lock on it, and was duct taped several times around.<br />
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When I went back home, I cut some layers of duct tape, only to find out that It would be hard doing it with a knife. I thought about getting power tools. I was checking my Twitter, when suddenly, he was in front of my window. You know, old faceless. I was scared to shit and managed to put up a fucked up tweet. Only then did I realise that, even though I thought about killing myself to end this, I didn't want to die. A while ago I thought that the next time I see him I wouldn't be afraid. I was more than afraid this time. After putting up the tweet, I jumped through an open window (I was on ground floor) and ran. I don't remember what happened after that, like someone just hit pause or something. The next moment I was lying in the forest, my clothes torn apart, my shoes looking like I walked for a couple of days without stopping. When I got back to Ron's place, he told me how worried he was and how he called the cops to report a missing person. I was gone for 4 days. I just saw the tweet that went after the fucked up one. I just want to clarify that I didn't post the 'I'm alive' Tweet. Don't know who did. Or why.<br />
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I'm going to check Joe's house again soon. I didn't want to check the forest.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-85476575368780497752013-08-21T13:33:00.001-04:002013-08-21T13:33:42.811-04:00More InfoI just spoke to an older lady considering Joe and his family prior to them moving. All she knew about them is that his mother, Leanne, was admitted to a local mental hospital when Joe and his father moved. Supposedly that's where she hung herself. I'm going to go investigate right now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-21545240716576032272013-08-21T12:09:00.001-04:002013-08-21T12:09:08.653-04:00Looking for answersOK, I'm at Joe's old town. I'm staying at his friend, the one of those involved with the camping incident. As a matter of fact, he's the only one who survived, except for Joe. His name is Ron and he agreed to continue travelling with me. He told me he sees Him frequently. I'll try to help him.<br />
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I also found out some things:<br />
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1. Al, the missing guy, has been found impaled on a tree a week ago. Ron says the place was full of FBI operatives. Odd thing is, there's still no word of his death either on the Internet or in the local newspaper.<br />
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2. Two more guys went missing and one hanged himself.<br />
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3. The FBI also visited what used to be Joe's house.<br />
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As risky as this sounds, I'm going to investigate the following places:<br />
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C) The forest where the camping incident took place, as well as the tree Al was impaled on.<br />
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I know I could get killed or arrested or something, but I just don't care anymore.<br />
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-JonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-75691810091521989302013-08-20T12:40:00.001-04:002013-08-20T12:40:20.514-04:00Hitting the road soonI'm going to pack my stuff and I'm hitting the road for Joe's hometown. Just keeping you updated.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566173263528804997.post-86245877779924928992013-08-19T18:12:00.003-04:002013-08-19T18:12:46.435-04:00I'm back againIt's Jon.<br />
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Edward's gone, I don't know whether he's dead or he just left, or whatever, but he's gone. If you're reading this, I'm sorry for what I did to you and I hope you're happy wherever you are.<br />
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Also, the SMS Eracis sent Ed was shown to The Fucker. I don't know what it was<br />
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The reason why this post took so long is because I've been thinking about what I should tell you. It's hard to put everything into words. And the reason is the following.<br />
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I've been thinking while I was trapped. Nobody ever won against Him. Why should I be that one person who'll make it. I mean, he's a fucking timewarping entity who can make people go insane and I'm even eworried its working with me. It's horrible in The Horde. Whatever Ed said, it's just a bunch of brainwashed guys doing whatever he wants. They're like objects to be thrown that retained at least some common sense. I don't really see why he kept Edward. Why he would risk him. Was it for fun? To see how powerful The Seven are? I don't fucking know.<br />
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The SMS Eracis sent Ed was shown to The Master. I don't know what it was.<br />
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I'm thinking about commiting suicide. I can't stand this bullshit anymore. I just can't. He won. Ok. But The Fucker can't take me. I'm gonna take my own life and end it all.<br />
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But before I do that, there's stuff I want to do:<br />
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1. Get to the bottom of who/what Eracis is, what are it's intentions and what's his relation to The Fucker<br />
2. Hurt The Fucker (I believe I can do it)<br />
3. Spread the knowledge of how to hurt him so other people can do it too.<br />
4. Stay with you guys for just a bit more<br />
5. Go back to Joe's hometown, I think there's something important there.<br />
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This probably isn't the last blog post, but in case anything goes wrong, goodbye and thank you for following this miserable blog, for staying with me in the hardest of times, and for being my only true friends.<br />
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-JonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941669187595749641noreply@blogger.com0