Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Nothing yet. No requests, no tips, no "go here to meet your doom"s.
Waiting is shit. Even the proxies don't want to keep me company anymore.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Fallen

Is this really what we're reduced to, once He enters our lives? Killing, running, lashing out at anyone who tries to help; simply by being around those who are free from his grip we just endanger their lives.

Some little girl got killed just to strike out at Zero. An innocent in every sense of the word, booted rather abrubtly from this mortal coil just because some psychotic bitch wanted to hurt one of us. Us. That's a weird word right now...

Is there really an us, an Us? Sure, for the most part we're all fighting Him, but do we really have any allies? The last person who offered me help is now running around senselessly murdering people. Have we really fallen so far, that all we can do is kill and run? Seems like Zero's taking out those He has affected, part of some ploy to build a weapon... a tool? Meanwhile, dear Glassy has gone off the fucking deep end, and seems to be hunting down Zero, and anyone who so much as looks up to the guy.

And I... I don't even know anymore. I've only killed His, because they keep coming day and night, but at this point I don't see the line in the sand. How far of a step is it between killing one of them, and one of Us who marks me as an enemy? They all bleed the same.

I don't know the answer. I'm not even searching for it anymore. Maybe we're not supposed to kill the Slender Man. Maybe we're supposed to just mindfuck him out of existence by stopping to believe. Maybe if everyone who knows of Him dies, then he too shall vanish. Fuck, maybe if someone beats him in a game of chess he'll go off to sulk for a few centuries.

I don't fucking know. I don't really care. I don't have an Answer, but I've got a Path. I'll keep walking. I'll help when I can. If someone gets in the way, they'll be pushed aside. Failing that... they'll just be cut down. I've been wandering around SoCal lately, looking for a sign for where to go next. East seems obvious, but where is the mystery.

Someone send me a comment, an email, whatever. [My email is of course sleepingseven@gmail.com by the way] If you need help, I'll see what I can do. If you've got a tip, a destination, same deal.

In the meantime... I'll see what I can do to cut down on His influence on the area. See if I can dye the ground a nice shade of red for a bit... I don't have some fancy title. I'm no Warrior, or whatever. But as far as I'm concerned, this sword is Ex-fucking-calibur. That's really all I need.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

how long has it been? doesn't really matter I suppose.

not to sound whiny, but at this point nothing fucking matters.

it's gotten so easy, killing. a step to the side, an easy dodge, and the a jet of blood bursts into the air. it's like they're not even trying anymore.

and why should they? they got what they came for. took her away in a moment of carelessness. if that was their mission then it's no wonder the useless fucks can't manage to keep themselves alive. they've got nothing else to live for with the job complete.

so I'll do them a favor.

I'll keep hunting, drawing them out, cutting them down.

one.

by.

fucking.

one.

they'll all bleed.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

One more body lies upon the ground. They keep coming like cannon fodder, not caring if I was forced to take one of their allies in the nights before. I've killed twice now, and... I can't bring myself to regret doing it. I could have ran, but I didn't. Someone lost their life by my hand, and I don't really feel bad over it.

I'm changing, but for good or bad I can't tell.

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I'm sticking around this town for a little while longer. I found someone; another Runner. She looks so scared, another person left adrift in a world of lies. If not for the fresh scarring of an operator symbol carved into her shoulder, I probably wouldn't have even noticed. My senses for spotting other Runners aren't that in tune, or so it seems.

I have to wonder, what goes on in someone's mind to bring them to the point of actually cutting that... thing... into their own flesh?

Monday, May 2, 2011

Another night, another attack.
I got away without a fight this time, but some part of me... just wanted to tear them apart.
What's happening to me?