April 2013
2 posts
Unraveling
We’re close, too close, maybe, and we’re being followed. Young man, some sort of military garb. Too young to be PTC, but I’ve pissed off lots of people.
Or have I?
I don’t even know anymore. I’ve tried to find any mention of my other notable crimes in news archives, nothing. It’s as if I never existed and yet Faceless still remembers everything perfectly. I...
The queued posts.
If you are reading this, then the Angel’s Game may finally be over and done with, or the final Phase has begun and we’re all dead. I hope that’s not how this ends. I’ve decided to queue all of my posts from this point onward because it’s not just me anymore and I have a responsibility to protect my travelling companions, especially since I’m the reason...
December 2012
1 post
Bellicose
I’ve been naughty.
LAB Enterprises saw a 40% drop in stock prices after a few of their consumer products were found to contain dangerous amounts of lead, battery acid, and number of other corrosive compounds. I know a guy who knows a guy on the inside, we were able to swap several shipments of moisturizing compounds, and other generally family-friendly stuffs with a hellish batch of...
September 2012
2 posts
yamikaza asked: booty?
It's been far too long.
I hope you lot haven’t counted me out just yet, though I wouldn’t blame you for doing so: I did go and get myself killed. Again. I remember the in-between this time, though, all of it seared into my mind by the screaming of a million million voices.
I’m sure I’ll get asked what it was like dying, and I’ll tell you one last time. There was a very sharp but brief pain...
August 2012
6 posts
-Queued Post-
If you’re reading this, then I’ve gone and gotten myself killed again. It’s fine, or it’s not. I dunno yet, if I did I’d be posting this myself instead of queuing it. I’ve died twice already so maybe third time’s the charm. If so, I’ve given Sebastian my log in information. He tried to give me his, but goddammit I’m dying. Needless to say,...
Maryland
Sebastian and I have been in Maryland with Faceless for a few hours now. I’ve been reviewing the information that Faceless gathered on her own, and it’s got the gears in my ol’ brain a-grinding. Most of the earliest confirmed sightings of the Slender Man were recorded in Germany, that much is common knowledge. Though these are now known to have not been his first ever recorded...
Sebastian and Updates
This guy thinks I’m like the second coming of Christ or some shit. He’s been shoving questions down my throat since we met at the Point. He’s covered things pretty well so far on his blog. After We stopped for ice cream, I “borrowed” a car and drove us to the nearest hotel. That was also covered pretty well on his blog. I tried explaining who I was to him on the spot...
The Point 2
You lot still talk to me on occasion, though not quite as often as I would like. Sometimes you even link me to things you think I might find interesting. About a week ago, I was linked to a Canadian blog entitled “One Man and His Trees.” I was immediately drawn in by the plethora of copy-pasted tree facts and bad cell phone images of local plant matter. I mean, it’s the...
The Point 1
There’s this place in Onatario, Canada: Queenston Heights. It’s a park, national historic site, the whole shebang. It’s also home to a large area of forest. If you take a stroll through them, keep at it long enough, you reach what the kids around here call “The Point.” It’s in the densest fucking part of the area, but there’s this big rock there and...
July 2012
12 posts
Cape May 2
Lifter had been a rather wealthy businessman once. Hell, he was still a rather wealthy man that did business when I met him, just not the sort of business you talk about in public, you know? I liked the guy, he worked on financing some of the other indoctrinated, managing funds and stuff like that. He kinda got shoved into all this “Slender Man” business after his niece went missing....
Cape May 1
This proxy-hunter is something else entirely. I waited out for it at the Southern tip of New Jersey with Faceless and a man called “Lifter” for about seven hours before the weirdness started. It was already late, about ten at night, and we had given up hope of it arriving when, without warning, the power was cut and the condo was shrouded in blackness.
Faceless picked up the phone,...
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Jack C Sullivan
Collector was a title given to me by Emet Rotter, but now that I have left the Angel’s Game behind, it seems only fitting that I adopt a new alias. I came to you lot for advice on what sort of name would fit me, and though most of the suggestions were either entirely unfitting (Patrick’s suggestions) or very close (Scott’s), the only complete name that satisfied both myself and...
Reunion Part 3
I carry a satchel with me; has a few pairs of underwear, some deodorant, and my growing collection of hotel soaps in it. I bought it back when I was Stephen Patrick, thought I would grow up to be a courier or something and used to train in parkour with my friends. That life is gone now, but the bag isn’t, and though it’s been stored for long periods of time, lost twice, and at one...
Reunion Part 2
So, bruising Faceless’s ribs isn’t exactly how I was hoping things would go, but I doubt either of us would’ve had a better time should she have actually injected me with that syringe of tranquilizer she had. She wasn’t exactly right in the head when I got there, and that’s more than understandable with what she went through. She was attempting to harvest me, part of...
Reunion Part 1
July 12, 7:03 p.m. I met Faceless in Manassas, Virginia. The address she texted me led to a smallish house with yellowed, peeling paint that sat directly across the street from a modern schoolyard. The house itself looked at least fifty years old, paint thirty. I think the roof had been gray once, and there were whole sections visible from the street that seemed to have fallen in; sucker was...
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A Few Observations & Some Feelings
It is surprisingly difficult to write a post for this site while using a mobile device. I’m in Tennessee after six days of hitchhiking. I remember hitchhiking to have been relatively easy last time I tried, but then again, I killed all the drivers last time and took their vehicles as far as I wanted. I’m staying at a Comfort Suites Inn, last time I stayed at a Quality Inn, there...
Victim the First
A man called by the moniker “Ratsnake” was murdered June 28, 2012 in his Atlanta, Georgia apartment. I’ve done my best to try and piece together what happened to him, but with nothing but news sources to go on I’m afraid I cannot paint the whole picture. What I’ve got is that Ratsnake was ass deep in “cultist iconography” insofar as it was “displayed...
The Big Question
I used to think I had all the answers, that I would grow and be a man who would change the world instead of stagnating and festering like my father and his drunken, bloated estate; or his drunken, bloated corpse after I weighed it down with stones and threw it in Cross Lake. I was naive then to believe such, the bit about having the answers, that is. I definitely haven’t turned out much like...
