Not like that's new.
I said I'd live it up until shit started hitting the fan, and I'd probably be dead by then, so I really wasn't too convinced I was ever going to be really posting again. But hell, my thoughts are more jumbled than a desecrated rubix cube, so I figured I might as well write down a couple of things.
I haven't had much sleep as of late, so I'm sorry if this isn't exactly coherent.
I can't convince myself that this creature was just always there. I can't lead myself to believe that all mythological monsters are just... real. I mean, I know that Slendy obviously is, but... there's no such thing as the monster under the bed, right? I mean, come on people! We learned this when we were 5 year-olds! And I've been reading a whole bunch of crazy shit going on with the other bloggers too, what with all the rising from the grave, inter-demential travel, dream-riding, yadda yadda yadda yadda.
I'm sorry guys but, get it together! Monsters don't just appear out of no where! Someone had to have planned it, right? And I'm pretty certain that all this talk about magic and fairy tales is what's driving these people to believe that they're in some sort of Loop, or they have acquired some sort of magical powers, or have been deluded into thinking they can actually stop this thing. This whole structure on how this issue is perceived is driving everyone into madness! Because if Slendy can do it, why not us, right?
So, good people. I believe that it is high time to get our heads out from under the ground and look at this from a more realistic standpoint.
I'm pretty sure that Slenderman and all the other Fears roaming around and terrorizing the planet are a bunch of experiments conducted by the U.S government that have gone completely wrong.
I don't have much going on this theory quite yet, besides the sheer obvious and glaring fact that the U.S government is doing nothing to stop this, while other countries seem to remain completely clueless.
I mean, think about it! Why are they doing nothing to stop this thing? I'm pretty sure that their reasoning lies far beyond just wanting to observe it and all that bullcrap! And if they were doing that, why not let the rest of the world's governments in on it too? Why does Parliament, here in Canada, have no clue as to what's going on? Why are the U.S officials so content to just sit back and watch while so many people are being brutally slaughtered, and only ever lifting a finger to keep everyone quiet about it?
Well, it's obvious isn't it? They're testing their secret weapon of war on us! Remember the first Slenderblog? Just Another Fool. The dude's friend was in the military! They were testing the goddamn thing on their own goddamn troops, then it got outta hand when people started blogging about it, sharing the freaking operating symbols all over the internet, and infecting anyone who dare research it!
You guys wanna know how Slendy was 'born' into this world? My theory is that the U.S government decided they need something stronger than the atomic bomb. They wanted to send a message to whomever dared challenge and/or oppose them. And one night, one of their 'higher ups' (most likely FISK) was bored of jerking off on the internet and decided to look up some spooky stories. That's when he came across Something Awful, and decided to share the story with the boys in the science department, and they figured that maybe the idea would be good for a couple of laughs. One experiment gone horribly wrong (or horribly right) later, and you got good ol' Slendy. And I'm pretty sure this is how the other Fears were created too. But that's as far as I'm gonna suspend my disbelief, people. I'm pretty sure that all this talk about dimensional Loops and shit are just figments of a poor Runners hallucinations.
As for the Proxies, well... As I said (or, at least, I think I did), this is a work in progress so not everything is going to be air-tight. Like those weird ancient Brazilian drawings and stuff... Though I'm pretty sure that those are just coincidental.
Anyways, I think it's high time for me to kiss Slendy goodnight and try desperately to get some shut-eye in preparation for yet another boring and uneventful day. (SO peeved that I can't go to ConBravo tomorrow)
Goodnight!
Saturday 28 July 2012
Wednesday 18 July 2012
A Nifty Guide to Help Runners Not Die
As I was going through the blogs, I noticed that everyone seems determined to help their fellow Runners stay alive. Now, I wouldn't consider myself a Runner, nor a Fighter. I'm really more of a piddling little girl who is pretty much fucked when the time comes for the shit to hit the fan. And even though I've found myself teetering on the idea of getting involved with the other bloggers due to the sheer fact that I just really hate people, I still feel like it's my duty to offer this one little pinch of advice. Mostly because I'd feel like a bit of an ass if I didn't.
"So, what is this revolutionary idea that is sure to shake the foundations of the planet and make this war that much more winnable?" you may ask. Well first off, allow me to titty-slap you for the sake of hilarity. Secondly, I want to point out that this is not any sort of fighting advice, and it has a lot of down sides to it. It's just...
Fuck, I hate writing intros, I always get carried away. I'll just get to the point.
Basically, my idea for the Runners (and proxies, if you wish; I'm not taking sides) is for them to change their sleep schedule so that they're sleeping for a less amount of time, and spending more time fighting/running. I'd say you should sleep for about... 20-30 minutes every four to five hours.
I know, I know, it sounds crazy. But it actually works! Let me explain:
This is called the Uberman Sleep Schedule. Basically, it will help you get your REM sleep immediately so that you won't have to waste hours in an unrestful sleep, and it will give the enemy less of a chance to sneak up on you (plus it should help a bit with that nightmare problem that Runners tend to have). Basically, just set your alarm for half an hour after your planned bed time and you're ready to go! And then you just wait four hours, and repeat. Most people usually only get an hour and a half of REM sleep each night, while this sleep schedule will give you about 2 hours of it. So basically, you'll be getting even more rest than your average Joe, and will inevitably be able to operate a lot more efficiently.
Now, there is a slight down side to this, nothing is perfect after all. For the first week and a half or so, you're gonna be, like, super sleep deprived. Unless you're some sort of super monkey hybrid, your brain is not going to adapt to this right away, and you will therefore not be getting any REM sleep. You may also begin to hate your life. But fear not! Once your brain agrees to go along with your new agenda, you'll be glad it did.
Aaaaand... that's all I got. I hope it helps someone out there. I don't plan on surviving this for very long, so this is really the least I can offer to the community.
Chow for now.
"So, what is this revolutionary idea that is sure to shake the foundations of the planet and make this war that much more winnable?" you may ask. Well first off, allow me to titty-slap you for the sake of hilarity. Secondly, I want to point out that this is not any sort of fighting advice, and it has a lot of down sides to it. It's just...
Fuck, I hate writing intros, I always get carried away. I'll just get to the point.
Basically, my idea for the Runners (and proxies, if you wish; I'm not taking sides) is for them to change their sleep schedule so that they're sleeping for a less amount of time, and spending more time fighting/running. I'd say you should sleep for about... 20-30 minutes every four to five hours.
I know, I know, it sounds crazy. But it actually works! Let me explain:
This is called the Uberman Sleep Schedule. Basically, it will help you get your REM sleep immediately so that you won't have to waste hours in an unrestful sleep, and it will give the enemy less of a chance to sneak up on you (plus it should help a bit with that nightmare problem that Runners tend to have). Basically, just set your alarm for half an hour after your planned bed time and you're ready to go! And then you just wait four hours, and repeat. Most people usually only get an hour and a half of REM sleep each night, while this sleep schedule will give you about 2 hours of it. So basically, you'll be getting even more rest than your average Joe, and will inevitably be able to operate a lot more efficiently.
Now, there is a slight down side to this, nothing is perfect after all. For the first week and a half or so, you're gonna be, like, super sleep deprived. Unless you're some sort of super monkey hybrid, your brain is not going to adapt to this right away, and you will therefore not be getting any REM sleep. You may also begin to hate your life. But fear not! Once your brain agrees to go along with your new agenda, you'll be glad it did.
Aaaaand... that's all I got. I hope it helps someone out there. I don't plan on surviving this for very long, so this is really the least I can offer to the community.
Chow for now.
Tuesday 17 July 2012
Well... This Escalated Quickly...
CHANGE OF PLAN. CHANGE OF FUCKING PLAN. CHANGE FUCKING EVERYTHING.
... Mainly cause I can't sleep, and I am bored. But also because I've found with my old setup, I was giving WAAAY too much away. My real name, what I look like, my home phone, my email (well, that's still up), my cell phone number, my home address, my social security number... you get the idea. I also changed my blog name and shit like that, just for the helluvit. Still, blogger has this annoying thing of not applying all my new information to my old posts and comments. Fuck. Well, I guess I had it coming.
Heh...
And here I was convinced that it was all just a game. A bunch of fools roleplaying that I just had to get involved with. Well, who's the fool now?
If I'm being honest, I can say that this actually isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, all he does is stare. I know that's supposed to, like, drive me insane with fear and suspense or something, but really; It's not like he's gonna hurt me or anything (yet), so I really have no reason to be scared.It's actually rather awkwardly comforting.
I'm sure it's no secret by now (to whomever may be reading this) that this blog was supposed to be a fake. I took the whole Slender Man thing as kind of a game; something to occupy my time during my boring-ass summer and those few lonely after-school hours (as you can imagine, I don't have many friends). So imagine my surprise when I opened my window for some fresh air; I drew back my curtains and just saw him... staring. I think I let out a quiet (and rather comical) 'meep', promptly closed my curtains and backed onto my bed, still staring at his silhouette.
I'm actually a bit disappointed that he's real, in a kinda weird way. I mean, I had a whole story planned out that revolved around tarot cards and me being an emotionless badass whose personality consisted of rock music and not being afraid of things (See: Hyperbole and a Half). Oh well, no better story than the one you're living in, right? Is that a popular saying? It should be.
Anyways, I'm not to concerned about my situation at the moment. And I'm pretty sure that's a good thing... For now. Well, until things start escalating, I'm gonna fucking live up what little time I have left, cause Slendy only knows when my life is gonna go to shit and when I'm gonna get thrown in the looney bin with all the other shatterpated slenderstalked, y'know?
... Mainly cause I can't sleep, and I am bored. But also because I've found with my old setup, I was giving WAAAY too much away. My real name, what I look like, my home phone, my email (well, that's still up), my cell phone number, my home address, my social security number... you get the idea. I also changed my blog name and shit like that, just for the helluvit. Still, blogger has this annoying thing of not applying all my new information to my old posts and comments. Fuck. Well, I guess I had it coming.
Heh...
And here I was convinced that it was all just a game. A bunch of fools roleplaying that I just had to get involved with. Well, who's the fool now?
If I'm being honest, I can say that this actually isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, all he does is stare. I know that's supposed to, like, drive me insane with fear and suspense or something, but really; It's not like he's gonna hurt me or anything (yet), so I really have no reason to be scared.
I'm sure it's no secret by now (to whomever may be reading this) that this blog was supposed to be a fake. I took the whole Slender Man thing as kind of a game; something to occupy my time during my boring-ass summer and those few lonely after-school hours (as you can imagine, I don't have many friends). So imagine my surprise when I opened my window for some fresh air; I drew back my curtains and just saw him... staring. I think I let out a quiet (and rather comical) 'meep', promptly closed my curtains and backed onto my bed, still staring at his silhouette.
I'm actually a bit disappointed that he's real, in a kinda weird way. I mean, I had a whole story planned out that revolved around tarot cards and me being an emotionless badass whose personality consisted of rock music and not being afraid of things (See: Hyperbole and a Half). Oh well, no better story than the one you're living in, right? Is that a popular saying? It should be.
Anyways, I'm not to concerned about my situation at the moment. And I'm pretty sure that's a good thing... For now. Well, until things start escalating, I'm gonna fucking live up what little time I have left, cause Slendy only knows when my life is gonna go to shit and when I'm gonna get thrown in the looney bin with all the other shatterpated slenderstalked, y'know?
Monday 16 July 2012
Tuesday 10 July 2012
Change of Perspective
I kinda realized that I jumped into this whole shebang rather recklessly. With everything else I was destined to fail at, I've thrown myself in head-first not knowing which way was up. So, to take a few precautions, I've decided that immediately aligning myself with the Runners was a poor choice. For now, I think I'm going to remain unaligned as long as Slendy isn't currently haunting me; it also opens the doors for more research. After all, no Runner wants to comply with a Proxy sympathizer, and no Proxy wants to comply with a Runner sympathizer. And it's just easier for my already cluttered teen mind to operate.
Though I'm sure I will change my mind again in a week or so. Such is the mind of an attention-seeking sixteen-year-old struggling to find an identity. But until that happens, I think I'll be spending a lot more time on the blogs now, appreciating my new freedom.
Chow for now.
Though I'm sure I will change my mind again in a week or so. Such is the mind of an attention-seeking sixteen-year-old struggling to find an identity. But until that happens, I think I'll be spending a lot more time on the blogs now, appreciating my new freedom.
Chow for now.
Sunday 8 July 2012
Intro and Tarot Cards
Figured I'd share a bit more with whatever viewers I may have here. I kinda realized that the information I gave about myself in my first post was mostly just fodder for your common internet pervert. So, I suppose if I'm ever going to get any kind of audience, they'd want to know a little more about the naive little girl who is trying to tell them what to do.
But before I begin, I just want to get one little thing off of my chest.
Before I posted my very first blog on here, I had read a bit of Seeking Truth and Make it Count, I was also an avid follower of MarbleHornets and stuff like that. But that was it. I really had no intention of getting myself wrapped up in this, regardless of my poor habit of sticking my nose where ought not be stuck. And I suppose I could come up with this grand story of how I decided to start my blog. I could say I had a sudden epiphany and threw caution to the winds in order to offer help to those who needed it and yadda yadda yadda...
Yeah, so the punchline is, I was completely drunk. Like, I'm talking hard-core shit-faced (don't look at me that way). I'm just thankful my perfectionist nature wasn't effected by the poison I had injected into my brain and I managed to actually form semi-coherent sentences. Though, I still find it a little hard to read for how overly-dramatic it is...
And to anyone who happens to read this and is a little worried about my poor habits, I'll have you know that I was taught I very good lesson the following day in hangovers, and I don't think I'm ever touching the stuff again.
Anyways, more about me. Well, hmm... not much worth mentioning. I'm really just your average teenager, struggling to find an identity. I've gone through several "phases" in my life, currently choosing to be an edgy punk-rocker. So far, my favourite style; I do love heavy metal, power metal more specifically. Basically, just picture your classic hard-core drummer girl and that's me in a nutshell. Or just take a quick glance at my profile picture. Either one.
On a side note, I also enjoy painting and acting. I really enjoy the Arts but I'm pretty sure trying to pursue a career in any of them would be a very bad idea. So I'm planning to either get a major in psychology, philosophy, anthropology, or sociology. I guess they really are all the same thing when it boils down to it; besides philosophy, of course. Though I only want a major in philosophy so I can write a book about it... eventually.
Now, as for my discovery of Slenderman, that started with a friend of mine, Jane (name changed, obviously). She was complaining to me about how the wits were scared right out of her and her brother, and how neither of them could sleep for a week. So I, having nerves of steel despite my overactive imagination, questioned her about it and she pointed me in the direction to Marble Hornets. I was so interested by the concept of this Slenderman creature, that I did a little bit of extra research on it. I look into Creepy Pasty, Know Your Meme, Wikipedia (I know, I know), and I eventually found myself reading a few blogs. Starting with Just Another Fool, then Damien's blog, then Zeke's, then Celeste's, then Zero's, then M's, and so on.
Then, one night I decided that I was depressed and was in desperate need of an alcohol, so I downed about half a bottle of Irish whiskey and got completely hammered. Woke up the next morning in front of my computer screen with my newly published blog staring me in the face. I of course immediately regretted it, but felt that it would be rather cowardly to just take it down, plus the idea of starting my own Slenderblog was a rather intriguing idea.
So, after a couple months of pondering the subject (granted, I WAS rather busy with other things), I have decided that I might as well continue what I've started whilst in my drunken stupor. And although I hadn't posted much on the blogs, I had been doing a lot behind the scenes, as I've mentioned before.
Also, after flipping through the notebook that Elaine had posted last year, I thought about all the superstitious mumbo-jumbo that my mother always talks about, and it got me thinking; Well, if I believe Slendy is real, then why not take it a step further? So I pulled out the tarot cards that I got for my 16th birthday. I figured I needed some sort of motivation to keep me going, and I'm not the best decision maker when it comes to big things such as... well, risking my own life for the sake of people I barely know... not that I mean to offend anyone. I'm sure you're all lovely.
So I decided to look into how to "Do the Tarot" I guess it would be called, and I found I fairly reasonable set up for decision making. I asked myself in my deepest heart of hearts if I should continue Slenderblogging. For anyone who cares, this is how it went:
Card 1 Card 3 Card 4 Card 2
What would happen if I An important aspect The most important thing to What would
didn't consider happen if I did
So I guess you have to lay down the cards in the order of the numbers or something. I don't get why it can't just be in basic 1-2-3-4 order, but whatever. So, for anyone who's interested, this is what I got:
Card 1- Knight of Cups
If I put the meaning of the card into context with the set up, I guess it would mean that if I do not pursue this, than I would be giving up "The Water of My Soul," which is, I guess, my hunger for the truth. Which makes sense, I guess. I am a nosy little bugger when it comes down to it.
Card 2- The 10 of Wands
I'm pretty sure this one means that if I choose to pursue the truth behind Slendy, I'm going to be over-burdened. Which also makes sense, I guess. I do have a habit of putting myself up to challenges far beyond my level of capability. And I'm obviously going to be under great pressure to succeed because, well, I guess I would kinda die if I don't...
Card 3- The Two of Wands
The description of this card, I thought, fits my situation the best. It's basically saying that I'm "still protected by my encircled walls" and "I'm casting my gaze into the depths of the Universe" and "I'm laying my plans with care" which is an important aspect of this, I guess. I mean, do I really want to give up this safety? But I've already laid out my plans, and it's not like I totally hate the idea of being on the run, seeing the world with whole new eyes, adventuring to places I've never been before... but I digress. This is Slenderman we're talking about, after all.
Card 4- The Three of Wands
I really don't think I shuffled the deck enough. Three Wand cards, two in a row. a little too coincidental, but whatever. I'm pretty sure this card is telling me that the most important thing about this decision is that I AM open to change. Which is, once again, true. But it also says I should take my time and "listen to the winds" which I guess could only mean the warnings the Runners keep harping at me about, so... that's a thing. And I will "follow the waters that will carry my vessel to new shores" or something like that. Again, all the adventure stuff.
So... yeah. That's what I got from those cards. Though I find things like these are only handy to those with overly active imaginations, such as myself. I could very well be making it all up in my head, but who knows, really? What I do know is, for the time being, I'll stick to finding out as much as I can about this situation. And if it turns out that I get targeted, than so be it. And if it turns out people are actually reading this, than feel free to voice your opinion.
Chow for now.
But before I begin, I just want to get one little thing off of my chest.
Before I posted my very first blog on here, I had read a bit of Seeking Truth and Make it Count, I was also an avid follower of MarbleHornets and stuff like that. But that was it. I really had no intention of getting myself wrapped up in this, regardless of my poor habit of sticking my nose where ought not be stuck. And I suppose I could come up with this grand story of how I decided to start my blog. I could say I had a sudden epiphany and threw caution to the winds in order to offer help to those who needed it and yadda yadda yadda...
Yeah, so the punchline is, I was completely drunk. Like, I'm talking hard-core shit-faced (don't look at me that way). I'm just thankful my perfectionist nature wasn't effected by the poison I had injected into my brain and I managed to actually form semi-coherent sentences. Though, I still find it a little hard to read for how overly-dramatic it is...
And to anyone who happens to read this and is a little worried about my poor habits, I'll have you know that I was taught I very good lesson the following day in hangovers, and I don't think I'm ever touching the stuff again.
Anyways, more about me. Well, hmm... not much worth mentioning. I'm really just your average teenager, struggling to find an identity. I've gone through several "phases" in my life, currently choosing to be an edgy punk-rocker. So far, my favourite style; I do love heavy metal, power metal more specifically. Basically, just picture your classic hard-core drummer girl and that's me in a nutshell. Or just take a quick glance at my profile picture. Either one.
On a side note, I also enjoy painting and acting. I really enjoy the Arts but I'm pretty sure trying to pursue a career in any of them would be a very bad idea. So I'm planning to either get a major in psychology, philosophy, anthropology, or sociology. I guess they really are all the same thing when it boils down to it; besides philosophy, of course. Though I only want a major in philosophy so I can write a book about it... eventually.
Now, as for my discovery of Slenderman, that started with a friend of mine, Jane (name changed, obviously). She was complaining to me about how the wits were scared right out of her and her brother, and how neither of them could sleep for a week. So I, having nerves of steel despite my overactive imagination, questioned her about it and she pointed me in the direction to Marble Hornets. I was so interested by the concept of this Slenderman creature, that I did a little bit of extra research on it. I look into Creepy Pasty, Know Your Meme, Wikipedia (I know, I know), and I eventually found myself reading a few blogs. Starting with Just Another Fool, then Damien's blog, then Zeke's, then Celeste's, then Zero's, then M's, and so on.
Then, one night I decided that I was depressed and was in desperate need of an alcohol, so I downed about half a bottle of Irish whiskey and got completely hammered. Woke up the next morning in front of my computer screen with my newly published blog staring me in the face. I of course immediately regretted it, but felt that it would be rather cowardly to just take it down, plus the idea of starting my own Slenderblog was a rather intriguing idea.
So, after a couple months of pondering the subject (granted, I WAS rather busy with other things), I have decided that I might as well continue what I've started whilst in my drunken stupor. And although I hadn't posted much on the blogs, I had been doing a lot behind the scenes, as I've mentioned before.
Also, after flipping through the notebook that Elaine had posted last year, I thought about all the superstitious mumbo-jumbo that my mother always talks about, and it got me thinking; Well, if I believe Slendy is real, then why not take it a step further? So I pulled out the tarot cards that I got for my 16th birthday. I figured I needed some sort of motivation to keep me going, and I'm not the best decision maker when it comes to big things such as... well, risking my own life for the sake of people I barely know... not that I mean to offend anyone. I'm sure you're all lovely.
So I decided to look into how to "Do the Tarot" I guess it would be called, and I found I fairly reasonable set up for decision making. I asked myself in my deepest heart of hearts if I should continue Slenderblogging. For anyone who cares, this is how it went:
Card 1 Card 3 Card 4 Card 2
What would happen if I An important aspect The most important thing to What would
didn't consider happen if I did
So I guess you have to lay down the cards in the order of the numbers or something. I don't get why it can't just be in basic 1-2-3-4 order, but whatever. So, for anyone who's interested, this is what I got:
Card 1- Knight of Cups
If I put the meaning of the card into context with the set up, I guess it would mean that if I do not pursue this, than I would be giving up "The Water of My Soul," which is, I guess, my hunger for the truth. Which makes sense, I guess. I am a nosy little bugger when it comes down to it.
Card 2- The 10 of Wands
I'm pretty sure this one means that if I choose to pursue the truth behind Slendy, I'm going to be over-burdened. Which also makes sense, I guess. I do have a habit of putting myself up to challenges far beyond my level of capability. And I'm obviously going to be under great pressure to succeed because, well, I guess I would kinda die if I don't...
Card 3- The Two of Wands
The description of this card, I thought, fits my situation the best. It's basically saying that I'm "still protected by my encircled walls" and "I'm casting my gaze into the depths of the Universe" and "I'm laying my plans with care" which is an important aspect of this, I guess. I mean, do I really want to give up this safety? But I've already laid out my plans, and it's not like I totally hate the idea of being on the run, seeing the world with whole new eyes, adventuring to places I've never been before... but I digress. This is Slenderman we're talking about, after all.
Card 4- The Three of Wands
I really don't think I shuffled the deck enough. Three Wand cards, two in a row. a little too coincidental, but whatever. I'm pretty sure this card is telling me that the most important thing about this decision is that I AM open to change. Which is, once again, true. But it also says I should take my time and "listen to the winds" which I guess could only mean the warnings the Runners keep harping at me about, so... that's a thing. And I will "follow the waters that will carry my vessel to new shores" or something like that. Again, all the adventure stuff.
So... yeah. That's what I got from those cards. Though I find things like these are only handy to those with overly active imaginations, such as myself. I could very well be making it all up in my head, but who knows, really? What I do know is, for the time being, I'll stick to finding out as much as I can about this situation. And if it turns out that I get targeted, than so be it. And if it turns out people are actually reading this, than feel free to voice your opinion.
Chow for now.
Saturday 7 July 2012
Gibberish
So, the past couple of weeks have been pretty weird for me. I talked to a couple more Runners who came through here, and I noticed a general pattern.
"Don't get involved."
Every single one I've talked to has said those exact words in the same exact tone.
I find it very interesting that, despite being hounded by proxies and Mr. Slender, Runners seem to be a lot more concerned about the welfare of the unaffiliated. I really can't believe that this hasn't been addressed yet, but in all regards, thanks!
But anyways, going against any and all of those warnings, I've been using a lot of my free time to find out as much as I can about Slenderman (would you consider that one word, or two?), and reading blogs of Runners, whether they're dead or alive, trying to find a pattern in how they've survived, or died. So far, I'm still keeping to my theory that keeping a positive attitude and staying strong is the best way to tackle this situation...
Good God, I'm starting to sound like one of those overly-happy youth care workers.
But honestly, ever notice that the Runners who were killed by Slenderman himself seemed to have reached the point of complete insanity. Given, they had pretty much lost everything they held dear, and having ol' Faceless staring at them for days on end may have been a little hard on the psyche...
Ok, I'm clearly not getting anywhere with this. Let me just sum up what I think the best course of action would be for those being hunted:
1. Follow M's rules, but as it has been said, don't rely on them.
2. Venting your Slendy-related frustrations to loved ones is a HORRIBLE idea. Best to keep them out of it.
3. Regardless of whether you cared about them or not, Proxies are NOT humans. Their psyches have been warped to do His bidding. There's no getting them back. It would be easier for everyone if you just get rid of them when you get the chance.
4. Unless you think you're equipped to take him on, it would be best if you find the highest place you can, and just wait out the Solstice. Not everyone needs to be a hero when Slendy is at His worst.
Annnnnd that's all I have for now. It's not much, I may even just be stating the obvious, but hey, it's something. And if any wandering Runner happens upon this blog, and by the off chance finds help in it, then great! If not, well, at least it's something.
Like I've said before, I'm not Running, I'm not being hunted by Slenderman and his minions. I'm just your average kid trying to make a difference.
"Don't get involved."
Every single one I've talked to has said those exact words in the same exact tone.
I find it very interesting that, despite being hounded by proxies and Mr. Slender, Runners seem to be a lot more concerned about the welfare of the unaffiliated. I really can't believe that this hasn't been addressed yet, but in all regards, thanks!
But anyways, going against any and all of those warnings, I've been using a lot of my free time to find out as much as I can about Slenderman (would you consider that one word, or two?), and reading blogs of Runners, whether they're dead or alive, trying to find a pattern in how they've survived, or died. So far, I'm still keeping to my theory that keeping a positive attitude and staying strong is the best way to tackle this situation...
Good God, I'm starting to sound like one of those overly-happy youth care workers.
But honestly, ever notice that the Runners who were killed by Slenderman himself seemed to have reached the point of complete insanity. Given, they had pretty much lost everything they held dear, and having ol' Faceless staring at them for days on end may have been a little hard on the psyche...
Ok, I'm clearly not getting anywhere with this. Let me just sum up what I think the best course of action would be for those being hunted:
1. Follow M's rules, but as it has been said, don't rely on them.
2. Venting your Slendy-related frustrations to loved ones is a HORRIBLE idea. Best to keep them out of it.
3. Regardless of whether you cared about them or not, Proxies are NOT humans. Their psyches have been warped to do His bidding. There's no getting them back. It would be easier for everyone if you just get rid of them when you get the chance.
4. Unless you think you're equipped to take him on, it would be best if you find the highest place you can, and just wait out the Solstice. Not everyone needs to be a hero when Slendy is at His worst.
Annnnnd that's all I have for now. It's not much, I may even just be stating the obvious, but hey, it's something. And if any wandering Runner happens upon this blog, and by the off chance finds help in it, then great! If not, well, at least it's something.
Like I've said before, I'm not Running, I'm not being hunted by Slenderman and his minions. I'm just your average kid trying to make a difference.
Sunday 1 July 2012
Just for a little fun
This popped up in my subscription box on youtube. It was definitely worth a few laughs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZMBG4Pn3Sg&feature=g-u-u
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZMBG4Pn3Sg&feature=g-u-u
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