Hey guys.
Nothing has happened up here in the boondocks of what we call "Canada". It's too boring. Even Slender Man chasing after me would at least make things a little more lively. Don't listen to them when they say Canada is the best country ever. Sure, it's great, we're free as the dang beavers that cut down our trees, but it has its downsides too. I mean, we've got the freakin' Sasquatch and Lochness Monster here, but come on, I don't in British Columbia or Alberta. I'm out in the middle of a freakin' island that has a population less than 200,000. And who's scared of Bigfoot for God's sakes?! No, Bigfoot is like a giant misunderstood plush toy with a bad temper. Nobody is even sure if Lochness Monster is even real or not. He hasn't killed anyone, so there's no proof. If Slender Man walked right in my path right now, I may actually not break down and cry. I might laugh a little with a crooked smile on my face. Then my eye may twitch a little. Then I will realize that what I'm seeing is real and I'll snap like the many times I've snapped in the past. Only not a snap of anger, a snap of downright insanity (and that's only happened once in the past).
Wow, I pretty much just wrote down a bunch of useless shit, didn't I?
Dammit.
Canada is so boring!
Okay, so I might as well start with our 'Daily Runner News' for the day, huh?
I'm going to start with M. Not a lot of stuff going on except for people totally freaking out.
Zeke Strahm, according to M's last post, is apparently watching after a bunch of kids. Tough job, considering a bunch of kids lures Slendy out into the open, but at least he's not dead, right? Well, he could be now, the post that stated this was put up months ago, and it was M's last post.
According to Joel D., Jay is up to no good again. I haven't been able to watch any of the Slender Man Youtube vids because if I watch any Youtube on this crappy excuse of a computer, then the whole thing freezes and I have to restart it. So basically, no vids for me (sad face...). I'll try and watch them next time I hang out at a friend's place, a friend who obviously has better Internet and a much better computer than me.
I also don't know much about what's going on with the HYBRIDS or with Noah from TribeTwelve, or even how Mr. Cairo from compileTRUTH is doing (he has indeed had contact with Him though).
Now, I guess I should explain the title of this blog as well, should I?
This blog post is nearly a month old, but I don't know how many people have read it. But it could work.
A weapon against Slender Man.
Of course, I don't know if it's real, or if these guys are trolling. It makes sense, but at the same time, it doesn't. But who the hell cares if it's real or not?! If it's not, then let's use the Tulpa effect to MAKE it real!
So basically, the first blog that I'm going to quote is from Robert Sage's Slender Man blog, White Elephants.
"Actually went outside after the Fire Extinguisher Incident (Here forward referenced as Incident 2) and discovered something interesting outside where /Construct/ was. Remember that sticky residue that I mentioned was often found after utilization of an ABC extinguisher? Well, I found a residue in the location where /Construct/ was...only it's not the right kind of residue, or if it is it's been contaminated with some other element. It's similar to tree sap, hard, apparently sticky or tacky (Not stupid enough to touch with bare hands, don't worry) and a blackish/yellowish color. The yellow is the monoammonium phosphate, but...I'll need to run some tests."
It's pretty scientific to read, but it continues on as such:
"Anyway, enough of the -High Concept- navel gazing crap. You want to know about the Substance and what I found out about it.
It does conduct electricity, despite the Fire Retardant presence. When exposed to open flame it acts like magnesium. A massive flash of bright white light. Lower heat, in this case a frying pan, shows no result. While I'd like to work on finding the melting point of the Substance, lack of material forces me to end heat tests.
Cold tests show no effect. No condensation forms on the Substance, nor frost. It just loses it's tacky texture for a while until exposed to warmer temperatures.
As far as I can tell from equipment I 'borrowed' from work, it's cellular make-up is identical to tree sap. Simple cellular construction identical to plant cells. Also it dissolves in water, but a small amount (Say the size of a pin head), when dissolved in water, can turn 2 cups of water a light, translucent, green color. Say one or two drops of green food dye will get a similar result.
Haven't begun with the saturated water, allowing to sit for further study.
I also found that this substance, while being able to conduct electricity, also has some adverse effect on electronic devices. Putting it near (less than 6 inches) a television or computer screen will cause the screen to go into static. It is not magnetic though.
Shows no corrosive properties as of yet, experiments still on going.
High tonal frequencies (Tuning fork) show no effect."
But what caught my eye the most was this.
"As I said, it's slightly sticky, and leaves a light yellow/greenish residue. I carefully used it to mark out an Operator Symbol(Proven Sigil) and set it up outside, where the /Construct/ makes his usual appearance to observe and assault me with -Emotional Imbalances.-
He showed up.
There was a flash of bright light, similar to what happens when the Substance is exposed to open flame.
Then I heard...it was an awful noise. It sounded like a cat being dragged across a blackboard, clawing and yowling. I suffered a panic attack and almost dropped into the fetal position. But the /Construct/ left, and the irrational terror left soon after.
Then I realized what happened.
I(Sage) made that fucker scream in pain."
It's clear that Slender Man is starting to fall. They are unsure if this "Substance" caused him pain or not, but I'm hoping that we can all use the Tulpa effect to make that possible.
But I don't want to just sit back here and watch! I want to be a part of the battle! Something just to make my already-mentally-unstable life a little more mentally-unstable! Something that I can look back on and say, "Hey, I was a part of that!"
. . . Dammit.
I'm only a part of the hundreds of bloggers that are still alive or are already gone. But here's the difference: I'm not a runner.
What's so special about me?
I'm not a runner.
Which means I'm not going to die any time soon, hopefully.
Dang, why do I give these sympathetic speeches in every single one of my posts? It's starting to annoy the crap out of me. I can come up with these things too easily, so I always end up typing one into the post one way or another.
Okay, enough with the sob-story, let's move on to the next order of business.
Apparently this "Substance" has been looked at underneath a microscope already, and it seems to have the same box-like structure as a plant cell. It also strongly resembles a tree plant cell. You think that this would power Slender Man, but apparently it keeps him away. And apparently electricity works as well.
We've managed to cause Slender Man pain, and that's what matters. Things are going well. If these guys are trolling, thank you then, because we can use the Tulpa effect to make the Trollers. . . uh. . . un-Trollers. . .
So Trollers with the blogs are very much appreciated (as long as you're talking about destroying Slender Man and not making him stronger).
So we have power now, Runners, and possibly something to keep you safe in the harsh winter months ahead. The winter is bad up here in the Atlantic, but it may fare better for you guys down in the states, or in Germany, or wherever it is that you are hiding.
I think that's basically all I had to say for today. I'm glad I was able to get some important information on the blog today that wasn't about my lame Slendy stories.
Oh, but there is something I want to finish off with, something to lighten our moods a little.
Because of my artistic ability and wonderful, cheery humor, I put together a few "Slendy Turmoil" comics that surround me, Joel D. and a couple other Slendy friends of mine. I'm hoping to get the drawing up on the blog sometime, but until then, I'm just going to write the script down below for you to read and smile at. Who knows, it might make your day. And the Operator might get a good little laugh as well as he reads this over your shoulder.
(P.S. I'm using the real names of the characters in this script instead of the Time Gate Japanese names, just so you don't get confused or anything).
Slendy Turmoil
Slender Man: -explodes in bedroom with tentacles flailing- UZUKI AND MITSUHIRO, I AM HERE TO HAUNT YOU!!!
-EVEN BIGGER DEMON SCREAMS IN SLENDY'S FACE-
-Slender Man faints on the floor-
Uzuki: Ooops. . .
Slender Man: -explodes in bedroom with tentacles flailing- MAKOTO, I AM HERE TO HAUNT YOU!!!
-Slender Man spots a Joker poster on the wall that says, "Vote for Me or Die"-
Slender Man: -runs out of the room with arms flailing- EVERYBODY RUN!!!!!
Slender Man: -explodes in bedroom with tentacles flailing- YASHIRO, I AM HERE TO HAUNT-
Yashiro: Take one step further, and you'll get shot in very bad places. -reloads machine gun-
Slender Man: -runs out of the room with arms flailing- WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?!
Slender Man: -explodes in. . . well, you know what happens.- JOEL D, I AM HERE TO HAUNT YOU!!
-Joel stares at Slender Man for a few seconds, and then waves, a smile growing on his face and a little heart floating from his head-
-Joel chases after Slendy with hearts in his eyes-
Slender Man: WHY IS HE CHASING ME?!
Haha, so you don't really get the same effect with just the script, so I'm hoping to get the drawings up soon. They're just to make everyone feel a little happier. Maybe even Slendy will learn to lighten up a little and just be a funny guy.
Peace be with you, Runners.
-UZUKI
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Praying for M
Believe it or not, I'm in the middle of English class as I type this.
I finished an assignment that we are now working on a LONG time ago, so now I get fifteen minutes of free time. I'm also staying after again today, so that will give me lots of time to type up a long entry.
Still haven't gotten an email from M. I think I'm going to give up on waiting at this point. But if any of you runners out there have been in contact with him or have at least seen him in the past 2 weeks, I would very much appreciate it if you let me know. In fact, a lot of people would appreciate that. People are freaking out, dude. Since my last comment post about M possibly disappearing on his Tutorial blog, people have been constantly putting up comments, asking if he was alright, if he was still out there.
Please be out there, M.
We're rooting for you all the way.
There's really not much for me to write about right now actually.
So I might as well tell a creepy little story that happened to me a few months before.
Back when my paranoia somewhat ended and my obsession began, Slender Tester and I started our Slender Man Research Notebooks; scribblers for us to write down our research notes and 'journals' in. So anyways, the day I started mine, my paranoia kicked in a little more than usual, and I found it hard to get to sleep that night.
So, I eventually fell asleep (because even though you can feel His presence, everyone falls asleep eventually). But I had a strange dream, and unfortunately, it's been so long now that I can't even remember what it was that I dreamt about. But the dream aside, when I woke up, I felt even more scared than normal. It was pitch-black-dark in my room, and when I moved my right arm, I realized that something sharp was piercing into my skin.
I figured it was something that my sister had left behind in my bed, due to the fact that she had been making arts and crafts again while watching TV that evening before.
Luckily, the sharp object wasn't pushing into my skin that hard, and didn't even leave a mark. I picked up the object, and, too freaked out to get out of bed and turn on the light, I held it up to the light from the moonlight shining through the window across from my bed.
It had the silhouette of a nail.
I felt really freaked out by then, and I really didn't want to get out of bed. I hadn't even looked up that entire time. I had kept my gaze low and to the side; I really didn't want to look around. So, I threw the nail to the side of my bed, on the floor beside it, so I could examine it in the morning.
I had a really tough time getting to sleep that night. I tossed and turned, but sleeping just wasn't one of my head's intentions.
I eventually threw away my fear and jumped out of bed, turning on the light, grabbing my Slender Man Research Notebook, and I threw the god-forsaken thing out into the hallway.
I still had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night.
But what happened the following morning really freaked the shit out of me.
The nail, the one that I had found in my bed and thrown on the floor to look at later. . .
It was gone.
Months have passed since then, and I still haven't found the nail; I haven't even found anything that even resembles it.
So that's my Operator story for today. This entry actually took me a few days to get up, started it in English class, didn't finish till tonight. Got another computer! But I gotta say, it's the shittiest computer in shit-town. Italics don't even work properly on this thing. Because our browser is stinkin' Opera, which my sis thought would be a good idea to download instead of Firefox or even Chrome, it doesn't support anything better than HTML.
Other than that, things have been pretty normal. Considering I have a computer now, I can post at home, which means I can type more in a much longer amount of time. At least until my sister wants to go on.
I got the living hell scared out of me about a week ago.
I didn't see Him, but I felt His presence. Every where.
Allow me to explain: first of all, I live in a forest. Not all forest, but enough trees that there are forests surrounding me. I have this somewhat long driveway that's surrounded by trees, and then this barn that's surrounded by trees, a driveway that is surrounded by green grass, and then my house is to the right of the driveway. Thing is, surrounding the right side of the house is, well, more trees. And our gigantic front lawn is surrounded by trees as well. There was this little shortcut to our neighbor's place that my sister found when we had first moved into the house. It was a little nook between the trees that cut off the property from my house to the neighbors. So me and my sister loved this shortcut, right? It had this little open area, and after a while, it seemed like a sort of fort. I haven't gone through there in forever though. Not since I found out about Slender Man.
So, enough about the fort, I haven't gotten to the real story yet. Last week, I went to hang out with my Slender-hunting buddy, Joel D. Problem is, when I got back, it was about ten o'clock at night. In my world down here in Atlantic Canada, Joel lives in the 'town' part of our region, and I live in the 'boondocks', waaaay up north. So his mom was driving me back up (he came along for the drive) and unfortunately, due to all the snow, she couldn't drive me to the top.
Which meant I had to run straight up the driveway through the snow.
Surrounded by trees.
In complete darkness.
So, before I get out of the car, I make a little joke to Joel.
"Yeah, uh, Joel, if you find me impaled on a tree Monday morning. . . I'm fine." Then we both laughed, and I closed the door. The first thing I do is look around. I'm scared out of my mind, because I really don't want to get impaled. I'm also sort of a mentally unstable kind of person, so I was twitching a little too. So, after looking around, I charge up the driveway as fast as I can.
I have never run that fast in my life. I'm not very athletic, or even physically healthy for that matter, so if I run for long periods, I tend to get cramps very easily. But I was too freaked out to pay attention to that. I wanted to look back, but I didn't.
Because I knew that if I looked back, He would be there.
I ended up looking back, to see the headlights of the car shining towards me. Joel D. helping me out perhaps? Thank you, Mr. Joel.
So, I make it to the driveway in one piece.
But then I had to do it again last night!
I had gone to the movies, with Joel D. and a few other friends as well, including my younger sister.
So, mom got this brilliant idea to send us up the driveway and then she would leave to pick up my dad from a place where he hangs out nearly every night.
Because mom thinks our believing in the Slender Man is 'just a fad and shouldn't be something to be afraid of', she just laughs at us as we run for our lives up the driveway. It was even worse this time though; mom had given me a flashlight.
I had told Joel D. about the flashlight thing, and I said, "It would make him easier to find me."
Joel replies with, "Well, at least you'd be able to find him."
And I finished with, "But I don't want to."
I don't want to find Slender Man.
If anything, I hope that He is the one that finds me. At least then I'd be able to enjoy a few moments alive, with sweet dreams. Then He'd be the one chasing me, not the other way around.
I wonder what would happen if someone were to chase Slender Man? Would the effect be the same? Probably not. Now I'm just rambling about pointless crap that probably won't have an effect on anyone.
M has been talking a lot about things in the air that have been 'shifting'. He claims that this could mean He is getting weaker.
If Slender Man were to be destroyed before I encountered him, I'd be a little thankful, but I'd still be pissed off. Don't take this the wrong way, but me missing a Slender Man encounter by the time he dies is like missing a video game tournament that I could have easily won.
Could life just be a big game to me?
I do not know.
At any rate, Slender Man isn't a phenomenon that I want to miss. Everything in this pathetic little universe ends, and all ghost and demon phenomenons face their end as well.
We just need to find Slender Man's end.
Talk to you later, Operator.
(teehee, that rhymes. . .)
And peace be with you, Runners!
I finished an assignment that we are now working on a LONG time ago, so now I get fifteen minutes of free time. I'm also staying after again today, so that will give me lots of time to type up a long entry.
Still haven't gotten an email from M. I think I'm going to give up on waiting at this point. But if any of you runners out there have been in contact with him or have at least seen him in the past 2 weeks, I would very much appreciate it if you let me know. In fact, a lot of people would appreciate that. People are freaking out, dude. Since my last comment post about M possibly disappearing on his Tutorial blog, people have been constantly putting up comments, asking if he was alright, if he was still out there.
Please be out there, M.
We're rooting for you all the way.
There's really not much for me to write about right now actually.
So I might as well tell a creepy little story that happened to me a few months before.
Back when my paranoia somewhat ended and my obsession began, Slender Tester and I started our Slender Man Research Notebooks; scribblers for us to write down our research notes and 'journals' in. So anyways, the day I started mine, my paranoia kicked in a little more than usual, and I found it hard to get to sleep that night.
So, I eventually fell asleep (because even though you can feel His presence, everyone falls asleep eventually). But I had a strange dream, and unfortunately, it's been so long now that I can't even remember what it was that I dreamt about. But the dream aside, when I woke up, I felt even more scared than normal. It was pitch-black-dark in my room, and when I moved my right arm, I realized that something sharp was piercing into my skin.
I figured it was something that my sister had left behind in my bed, due to the fact that she had been making arts and crafts again while watching TV that evening before.
Luckily, the sharp object wasn't pushing into my skin that hard, and didn't even leave a mark. I picked up the object, and, too freaked out to get out of bed and turn on the light, I held it up to the light from the moonlight shining through the window across from my bed.
It had the silhouette of a nail.
I felt really freaked out by then, and I really didn't want to get out of bed. I hadn't even looked up that entire time. I had kept my gaze low and to the side; I really didn't want to look around. So, I threw the nail to the side of my bed, on the floor beside it, so I could examine it in the morning.
I had a really tough time getting to sleep that night. I tossed and turned, but sleeping just wasn't one of my head's intentions.
I eventually threw away my fear and jumped out of bed, turning on the light, grabbing my Slender Man Research Notebook, and I threw the god-forsaken thing out into the hallway.
I still had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night.
But what happened the following morning really freaked the shit out of me.
The nail, the one that I had found in my bed and thrown on the floor to look at later. . .
It was gone.
Months have passed since then, and I still haven't found the nail; I haven't even found anything that even resembles it.
So that's my Operator story for today. This entry actually took me a few days to get up, started it in English class, didn't finish till tonight. Got another computer! But I gotta say, it's the shittiest computer in shit-town. Italics don't even work properly on this thing. Because our browser is stinkin' Opera, which my sis thought would be a good idea to download instead of Firefox or even Chrome, it doesn't support anything better than HTML.
Other than that, things have been pretty normal. Considering I have a computer now, I can post at home, which means I can type more in a much longer amount of time. At least until my sister wants to go on.
I got the living hell scared out of me about a week ago.
I didn't see Him, but I felt His presence. Every where.
Allow me to explain: first of all, I live in a forest. Not all forest, but enough trees that there are forests surrounding me. I have this somewhat long driveway that's surrounded by trees, and then this barn that's surrounded by trees, a driveway that is surrounded by green grass, and then my house is to the right of the driveway. Thing is, surrounding the right side of the house is, well, more trees. And our gigantic front lawn is surrounded by trees as well. There was this little shortcut to our neighbor's place that my sister found when we had first moved into the house. It was a little nook between the trees that cut off the property from my house to the neighbors. So me and my sister loved this shortcut, right? It had this little open area, and after a while, it seemed like a sort of fort. I haven't gone through there in forever though. Not since I found out about Slender Man.
So, enough about the fort, I haven't gotten to the real story yet. Last week, I went to hang out with my Slender-hunting buddy, Joel D. Problem is, when I got back, it was about ten o'clock at night. In my world down here in Atlantic Canada, Joel lives in the 'town' part of our region, and I live in the 'boondocks', waaaay up north. So his mom was driving me back up (he came along for the drive) and unfortunately, due to all the snow, she couldn't drive me to the top.
Which meant I had to run straight up the driveway through the snow.
Surrounded by trees.
In complete darkness.
So, before I get out of the car, I make a little joke to Joel.
"Yeah, uh, Joel, if you find me impaled on a tree Monday morning. . . I'm fine." Then we both laughed, and I closed the door. The first thing I do is look around. I'm scared out of my mind, because I really don't want to get impaled. I'm also sort of a mentally unstable kind of person, so I was twitching a little too. So, after looking around, I charge up the driveway as fast as I can.
I have never run that fast in my life. I'm not very athletic, or even physically healthy for that matter, so if I run for long periods, I tend to get cramps very easily. But I was too freaked out to pay attention to that. I wanted to look back, but I didn't.
Because I knew that if I looked back, He would be there.
I ended up looking back, to see the headlights of the car shining towards me. Joel D. helping me out perhaps? Thank you, Mr. Joel.
So, I make it to the driveway in one piece.
But then I had to do it again last night!
I had gone to the movies, with Joel D. and a few other friends as well, including my younger sister.
So, mom got this brilliant idea to send us up the driveway and then she would leave to pick up my dad from a place where he hangs out nearly every night.
Because mom thinks our believing in the Slender Man is 'just a fad and shouldn't be something to be afraid of', she just laughs at us as we run for our lives up the driveway. It was even worse this time though; mom had given me a flashlight.
I had told Joel D. about the flashlight thing, and I said, "It would make him easier to find me."
Joel replies with, "Well, at least you'd be able to find him."
And I finished with, "But I don't want to."
I don't want to find Slender Man.
If anything, I hope that He is the one that finds me. At least then I'd be able to enjoy a few moments alive, with sweet dreams. Then He'd be the one chasing me, not the other way around.
I wonder what would happen if someone were to chase Slender Man? Would the effect be the same? Probably not. Now I'm just rambling about pointless crap that probably won't have an effect on anyone.
M has been talking a lot about things in the air that have been 'shifting'. He claims that this could mean He is getting weaker.
If Slender Man were to be destroyed before I encountered him, I'd be a little thankful, but I'd still be pissed off. Don't take this the wrong way, but me missing a Slender Man encounter by the time he dies is like missing a video game tournament that I could have easily won.
Could life just be a big game to me?
I do not know.
At any rate, Slender Man isn't a phenomenon that I want to miss. Everything in this pathetic little universe ends, and all ghost and demon phenomenons face their end as well.
We just need to find Slender Man's end.
Talk to you later, Operator.
(teehee, that rhymes. . .)
And peace be with you, Runners!
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Cough Doesn't Leave Me Alone
Hey guys, haven't posted in a while due to the fact that my computer has now screwed itself over. Like I said before, the only way I'm going to be able to post is after school (which will be often this week due to a ton of projects that I have to type up and get done).
So, a recap on what's been going on in my sanity-twisted life.
First things first, according to Slender Tester, there are a few new vids up on Tribe Twelve and EverymanHYBRID, and it seems that all these vloggers' fates are getting intertwined.
I can't stand Masky.
Apparently Noah is beginning to 'turn'.
So if Masky does so happen to appear, I will probably stop and watch the video when I'm with Slender Tester. At least I won't be screaming (or shitting myself) on my own.
People think that I'm weird to have a fear of Masky.
But Masky scares the hell out of me. It's the eyes. The black lips. And of course, the dark and coarse arked eyebrows that turn on the mask's white forehead. When I look at it, I cringe. If I saw Slender Man standing across from me, I would break down and cry.
If I saw Masky standing across from me, I would probably faint.
Either way, I'm a huge wuss. But it's the fear in my mind that drives me further. To someday see Slender Man with my own eyes. To hope that, even if I've seen him, that he hasn't seen me.
At this point, all I can do now is hide.
Back to the videos though. I can't watch these videos even if I wanted to, because with my computer broken, I can't watch Youtube on our world's shittiest Internet. And due to the stupid education system saying "Oh noes, Youtube is too hardcore for students, DELETE", I can't watch Slender Man videos here either. So for now, I'm resorted down to simply writing down as much as I can for the blogs on this site. I still have a half hour to go until my ride, so this blog's going to be longer than most.
Actually, I have ten minutes.
Curses, typing up the Zelda blog took longer than I thought.
Oh well, back to Mr. Slim.
Speaking of Mr. Slim, there are many names that I've stumbled across on Slender Man, and I just feel the need to refresh you all on those names.
- Der Grosseman (German)
- Der Ritter (German I think??)
- Mr. Slim (First introduced in Tribe Twelve)
- Fairy Tree Man (. . . I actually came up with that one. . .)
- Angel of Death (??? This is from Zeke's Strahm's "Seeking Truth" blog, and it causes a lot of questioning amongst commenters and readers as to whether or not this blog is real or not. . .)
Those are all the ones I can remember right now, off the top of my head. I'm sure I know more, but I'm just not willing to think right now in this short amount of time. Also, I started to notice that since getting a nasty flu a few weeks ago, my cough hasn't gone. Most people are suffering from lingering coughs around here though, so it could just be me getting a little freaked out. But I've never had a cough for this long, so it still bothers me. I wish it would just go away already.
In these last five minutes, I'm going to talk a little about our runners-on-the-loose.
And yes, that includes Marble Hornets. In fact, due to analysis of both myself and the Slender Tester, their hoax has gone down the toilet and they are now suffering from something that they decided to 'make fun of'. Marble Hornets started only a little while after the Create Paranormal Images phenomenon took place, so it only makes sense that their videos were fake to start off with. But now, thanks to our brilliant Philip Phenomenon, Slender Man is real now, and they're paying the price for their idiocy.
Sorry, I'd continue but my ride is here.
Peace be with you, runners.
- UZUKI
So, a recap on what's been going on in my sanity-twisted life.
First things first, according to Slender Tester, there are a few new vids up on Tribe Twelve and EverymanHYBRID, and it seems that all these vloggers' fates are getting intertwined.
I can't stand Masky.
Apparently Noah is beginning to 'turn'.
So if Masky does so happen to appear, I will probably stop and watch the video when I'm with Slender Tester. At least I won't be screaming (or shitting myself) on my own.
People think that I'm weird to have a fear of Masky.
But Masky scares the hell out of me. It's the eyes. The black lips. And of course, the dark and coarse arked eyebrows that turn on the mask's white forehead. When I look at it, I cringe. If I saw Slender Man standing across from me, I would break down and cry.
If I saw Masky standing across from me, I would probably faint.
Either way, I'm a huge wuss. But it's the fear in my mind that drives me further. To someday see Slender Man with my own eyes. To hope that, even if I've seen him, that he hasn't seen me.
At this point, all I can do now is hide.
Back to the videos though. I can't watch these videos even if I wanted to, because with my computer broken, I can't watch Youtube on our world's shittiest Internet. And due to the stupid education system saying "Oh noes, Youtube is too hardcore for students, DELETE", I can't watch Slender Man videos here either. So for now, I'm resorted down to simply writing down as much as I can for the blogs on this site. I still have a half hour to go until my ride, so this blog's going to be longer than most.
Actually, I have ten minutes.
Curses, typing up the Zelda blog took longer than I thought.
Oh well, back to Mr. Slim.
Speaking of Mr. Slim, there are many names that I've stumbled across on Slender Man, and I just feel the need to refresh you all on those names.
- Der Grosseman (German)
- Der Ritter (German I think??)
- Mr. Slim (First introduced in Tribe Twelve)
- Fairy Tree Man (. . . I actually came up with that one. . .)
- Angel of Death (??? This is from Zeke's Strahm's "Seeking Truth" blog, and it causes a lot of questioning amongst commenters and readers as to whether or not this blog is real or not. . .)
Those are all the ones I can remember right now, off the top of my head. I'm sure I know more, but I'm just not willing to think right now in this short amount of time. Also, I started to notice that since getting a nasty flu a few weeks ago, my cough hasn't gone. Most people are suffering from lingering coughs around here though, so it could just be me getting a little freaked out. But I've never had a cough for this long, so it still bothers me. I wish it would just go away already.
In these last five minutes, I'm going to talk a little about our runners-on-the-loose.
And yes, that includes Marble Hornets. In fact, due to analysis of both myself and the Slender Tester, their hoax has gone down the toilet and they are now suffering from something that they decided to 'make fun of'. Marble Hornets started only a little while after the Create Paranormal Images phenomenon took place, so it only makes sense that their videos were fake to start off with. But now, thanks to our brilliant Philip Phenomenon, Slender Man is real now, and they're paying the price for their idiocy.
Sorry, I'd continue but my ride is here.
Peace be with you, runners.
- UZUKI
Thursday, February 3, 2011
I'm not a runner. . . not yet.
Hey guys.
Unfortunately, I'm letting my obsession with Slender Man get mixed up with my Time Gate blog.
So screw that, I'll just do two blogs at the same time.
As you all know, I'm known as Uzuki. And my biggest fear is the Slender Man.
"So why the hell would you start a blog about Slender Man if you fear him and you're not even a runner?" you may ask.
Because human beings are driven by fear.
You're afraid to move forward, farther into the darkness, but it's that very fear that drives you further into the darkness.
For me, that would be the darkness of insanity.
The darkness of our universe.
The darkness of what we human beings call 'knowledge'.
This entire blog is dedicated to the knowledge that we human beings fear.
The knowledge that you human beings refuse to face on your own.
I'm smart enough to know that the rumors are that most bloggers/vloggers who dare even mention a word about Slender Man over the internet don't last much longer than a few months.
But I'm also smart enough to know that that's a stupid theory.
"Some stories are true. Some are just more true than others," - M
M was a genius.
I looked up to his knowledge, how he figured out so many of the tricks for escaping from Slender Man. And not just him, but all the runners that worked alongside him.
James Matthews.
Mimi Shrawts.
Zeke Strahm.
And all the other bloggers that commented on his Slender Man blog, "The Tutorial".
I warned myself a long time ago that this wouldn't end pretty.
But I've decided to take the path of insanity. I took that path years ago, and I'm smart enough to know that there's no turning back now.
So allow me to say one thing on the subject.
"You human beings. . . are stupid."
The Philip Phenomenon.
It was mentioned by M constantly in his blog.
Back in the 70's, there was a group of Canadians (yes, they were Canadian, big deal, so am I) who decided to create a ghost named "Philip". This particular group of people would gather together constantly and think of nothing but Philip, focusing only on him, and they would even create the stories and history behind the creature.
Their goal was to will this creature into existence.
And unfortunately, they did.
Like M said, this is what the Slender Man is.
When he was created on Something Awful, so many people were interested by him, so many people were intranced by him, and more importantly, so many people were scared of him.
It's because of this constant thinking of the Slender Man that we eventually willed this demonic creature into existence.
That's all for today. I have to go.
-UZUKI
Unfortunately, I'm letting my obsession with Slender Man get mixed up with my Time Gate blog.
So screw that, I'll just do two blogs at the same time.
As you all know, I'm known as Uzuki. And my biggest fear is the Slender Man.
"So why the hell would you start a blog about Slender Man if you fear him and you're not even a runner?" you may ask.
Because human beings are driven by fear.
You're afraid to move forward, farther into the darkness, but it's that very fear that drives you further into the darkness.
For me, that would be the darkness of insanity.
The darkness of our universe.
The darkness of what we human beings call 'knowledge'.
This entire blog is dedicated to the knowledge that we human beings fear.
The knowledge that you human beings refuse to face on your own.
I'm smart enough to know that the rumors are that most bloggers/vloggers who dare even mention a word about Slender Man over the internet don't last much longer than a few months.
But I'm also smart enough to know that that's a stupid theory.
"Some stories are true. Some are just more true than others," - M
M was a genius.
I looked up to his knowledge, how he figured out so many of the tricks for escaping from Slender Man. And not just him, but all the runners that worked alongside him.
James Matthews.
Mimi Shrawts.
Zeke Strahm.
And all the other bloggers that commented on his Slender Man blog, "The Tutorial".
I warned myself a long time ago that this wouldn't end pretty.
But I've decided to take the path of insanity. I took that path years ago, and I'm smart enough to know that there's no turning back now.
So allow me to say one thing on the subject.
"You human beings. . . are stupid."
The Philip Phenomenon.
It was mentioned by M constantly in his blog.
Back in the 70's, there was a group of Canadians (yes, they were Canadian, big deal, so am I) who decided to create a ghost named "Philip". This particular group of people would gather together constantly and think of nothing but Philip, focusing only on him, and they would even create the stories and history behind the creature.
Their goal was to will this creature into existence.
And unfortunately, they did.
Like M said, this is what the Slender Man is.
When he was created on Something Awful, so many people were interested by him, so many people were intranced by him, and more importantly, so many people were scared of him.
It's because of this constant thinking of the Slender Man that we eventually willed this demonic creature into existence.
That's all for today. I have to go.
-UZUKI
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