Fuck. Snow's begun to fall around here. Why must I live in Canada? How did I manage to forget to pack a jacket? I guess I really convinced myself somewhere in the back of my mind that I wouldn't be gone for this long.
Luckily, I managed to find an abandoned building to stay the night. Electricity and heating are a no-go, unfortunately. I did find a good pit to stock lumber though, and I know how to start fires. The only problem would be acquiring said lumber. Kinda in the middle of the city here. People would notice if some lunatic kid started hacking away at trees with nothing but a switchblade.
Pfff, people.
Huh, you know, I never really was all that fond of being around others. I mean, Migz even knows first hand that I'm not much of a talker. Not that I'm shy or anything, I just don't like talking unless I have a good reason to. And now that I'm by myself again, I'm beginning to miss it... y'know, talking to people, laughing at jokes, all that stuff that I never really took advantage of. Maybe I should've.
And I kept so many things to myself. I'm beginning to wonder if anybody really knew the real me. I was never big on sharing secrets, nor really caring for them whenever people chose to confide in me. Trust issues probably. God, looking back now, I wonder they really thought about me. I never meant to really come off as an asshole. That's just how I am though..
Agghh. So many feels. I'm gonna end it here before this turns into a life story... Oh, wait... I guess this kind of is... Ahh, whatever, you know what I mean. What I basically came here to say was that my Slender Sickness has subsided, and I'm doing moderately okay. A little hungry, but that's nothing new.
Stay safe, everyone.
Sunday 25 November 2012
Saturday 24 November 2012
On with the show
Yup. I think I've stayed here long enough. No real clue where I'm headed next. I guess I'll just follow the wind. I'd love to say more, but I'm in a hurry to get out of here. I promise I will finish my story as soon as I find a place to settle down for the night.
Stay safe everyone.
Stay safe everyone.
Monday 19 November 2012
So... Since when is it November?
No, seriously. Since when the fuck is it November? And who's been posting on my blog?
Okay, okay. I should probably explain where the hell I've been all these months. Shit. Well as you can probably guess, I got Looped again. I'm not going to bother going into detail about what happened because I'm honestly a little confused myself. Basically, I was trapped in a never ending series of rooms that wouldn't let me progress until I solved whatever puzzle happened to be laid out in front of me. But the whole setup was just so... bizarre. Like a constant mind fuck all around me. And... there seemed to be a theme going on. There was always something... red... in all of the rooms.
...It's funny, because a lot of the answers I came up with for the puzzles were posted on here in a riddle form. I didn't really see that until I checked my email just now. By the way Migz, good luck and I hope we meet again some time.
Anyways, I wasn't in there for more than a few hours. I figured the time would be at least somewhat fucked. But November? Late November? Really? I'm gonna find who's ever doing this and I'm going to kick their sorry ass. I can't afford to miss this much of my life.
Or, well, I guess I can now. Whatever.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go lie down for a couple of days.
Okay, okay. I should probably explain where the hell I've been all these months. Shit. Well as you can probably guess, I got Looped again. I'm not going to bother going into detail about what happened because I'm honestly a little confused myself. Basically, I was trapped in a never ending series of rooms that wouldn't let me progress until I solved whatever puzzle happened to be laid out in front of me. But the whole setup was just so... bizarre. Like a constant mind fuck all around me. And... there seemed to be a theme going on. There was always something... red... in all of the rooms.
...It's funny, because a lot of the answers I came up with for the puzzles were posted on here in a riddle form. I didn't really see that until I checked my email just now. By the way Migz, good luck and I hope we meet again some time.
Anyways, I wasn't in there for more than a few hours. I figured the time would be at least somewhat fucked. But November? Late November? Really? I'm gonna find who's ever doing this and I'm going to kick their sorry ass. I can't afford to miss this much of my life.
Or, well, I guess I can now. Whatever.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go lie down for a couple of days.
Wednesday 24 October 2012
Monday 22 October 2012
Sunday 21 October 2012
Monday 27 August 2012
Migzer
Alright, I'm taking a break from recalling painful memories (because you know, I'm just pining to get back to that), to tell you all about what is going on with Migzer.
After he made this post I immediately started frantically running all over the city to try and find him. It wasn't too hard, considering the fact that he was practically screaming, and having his voice reach an all-time high, I'm pretty sure that anyone within a 10-mile radius would be able to hear him.
When I did find him, he was huddled up in the corner of a long alleyway. There was a police officer there with him (I'm assuming he got called in for noise complaints) trying to coax him into getting up and heading back to the station with him. Though I doubt Migz even knew he was there. He just continued screaming "MAKE IT STOP!" over and over again. I quickly intervened.
"Connor! There you are!" I ran up to the two and gave Migz a hug. "I was wondering where you had run off to! Come on, let's get you back to your room."
"Do you know this man, ma'am?" Asked the police officer, giving me a weird look.
"Oh yes! This is one of my patients from the mental health facility, Mr. Connor MacLeod. He's a bit of an escape artist, this one!" I giggled and took his shoulders and shook them... a little too hard, now that I think about it. "I'm sorry for the trouble he's caused you officer, we'll be on our way now!" I hoisted him up onto my shoulders and began to walk down the alleyway.
"Wait just a moment!" I heard the police officer call. I'm pretty sure it took him a bit to make sense of what I had just said. I turned around, "Yes?"
"Aren't you a little young to be a fully-fledged doctor? And as a matter of fact, where's your uniform?" He gave me a suspicious look.
"Oh, you young police officers~! You sure know how to flatter an old gal like me! I'm sorry sonny, I'm afraid you're not quite the right age for me just yet. And as for my uniform, well... It wasn't technically my shift, but I got a call from an associate of mine saying that little Connor had gotten away again, and he had last been seen around my neck of the woods. You know how these things are, right, Mr. Big Bad Police Officer?" I gave him a flirty wink. Suddenly, his walkie-talkie went off. He had barely pulled it out of his pocket before apologizing for the misunderstanding and taking off back to his cruiser.
I set Migz back onto the ground and slumped next to him. He had kept up the screaming through my entire "Horny Old Lady" Schtick, and was still going non-stop. Migz, if you ever read this, you've got a good set of lungs there, my friend. I tried everything to get him back to the real world; slapping him, shouting at him, and kicking him in the gut. Strangely, none of these things seemed to have any effect on him whatsoever.
I slumped back down on the ground and started scanning the area for any blunt object I could use to maybe hit him with. This is when I finally got a good look at the alleyway around me. No windows, no doors, no trash cans, no garbage lying around. It was oddly clean. Well, of course, besides all the graffiti on the walls that repeated Migzer's real name (which I'm not even going to bother trying to write down... or even pronounce for that matter), and the words "Unlock the Truth" over and over again.
I turned back to look at Migz. Well, he had certainly unlocked the truth alright, and I suppose it wasn't exactly all sunshines and rainbows when he did. Now the issue is finding out exactly what it was he discovered, and who I need to kill in order to do it. Oh yeah, and getting him back to the land of sanity. That too.
... Anyone have any ideas?
After he made this post I immediately started frantically running all over the city to try and find him. It wasn't too hard, considering the fact that he was practically screaming, and having his voice reach an all-time high, I'm pretty sure that anyone within a 10-mile radius would be able to hear him.
When I did find him, he was huddled up in the corner of a long alleyway. There was a police officer there with him (I'm assuming he got called in for noise complaints) trying to coax him into getting up and heading back to the station with him. Though I doubt Migz even knew he was there. He just continued screaming "MAKE IT STOP!" over and over again. I quickly intervened.
"Connor! There you are!" I ran up to the two and gave Migz a hug. "I was wondering where you had run off to! Come on, let's get you back to your room."
"Do you know this man, ma'am?" Asked the police officer, giving me a weird look.
"Oh yes! This is one of my patients from the mental health facility, Mr. Connor MacLeod. He's a bit of an escape artist, this one!" I giggled and took his shoulders and shook them... a little too hard, now that I think about it. "I'm sorry for the trouble he's caused you officer, we'll be on our way now!" I hoisted him up onto my shoulders and began to walk down the alleyway.
"Wait just a moment!" I heard the police officer call. I'm pretty sure it took him a bit to make sense of what I had just said. I turned around, "Yes?"
"Aren't you a little young to be a fully-fledged doctor? And as a matter of fact, where's your uniform?" He gave me a suspicious look.
"Oh, you young police officers~! You sure know how to flatter an old gal like me! I'm sorry sonny, I'm afraid you're not quite the right age for me just yet. And as for my uniform, well... It wasn't technically my shift, but I got a call from an associate of mine saying that little Connor had gotten away again, and he had last been seen around my neck of the woods. You know how these things are, right, Mr. Big Bad Police Officer?" I gave him a flirty wink. Suddenly, his walkie-talkie went off. He had barely pulled it out of his pocket before apologizing for the misunderstanding and taking off back to his cruiser.
I set Migz back onto the ground and slumped next to him. He had kept up the screaming through my entire "Horny Old Lady" Schtick, and was still going non-stop. Migz, if you ever read this, you've got a good set of lungs there, my friend. I tried everything to get him back to the real world; slapping him, shouting at him, and kicking him in the gut. Strangely, none of these things seemed to have any effect on him whatsoever.
I slumped back down on the ground and started scanning the area for any blunt object I could use to maybe hit him with. This is when I finally got a good look at the alleyway around me. No windows, no doors, no trash cans, no garbage lying around. It was oddly clean. Well, of course, besides all the graffiti on the walls that repeated Migzer's real name (which I'm not even going to bother trying to write down... or even pronounce for that matter), and the words "Unlock the Truth" over and over again.
I turned back to look at Migz. Well, he had certainly unlocked the truth alright, and I suppose it wasn't exactly all sunshines and rainbows when he did. Now the issue is finding out exactly what it was he discovered, and who I need to kill in order to do it. Oh yeah, and getting him back to the land of sanity. That too.
... Anyone have any ideas?
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