Woke up with a pounding headache. I don't remember anything from yesterday.
But that "foolish" message... I'll take a wild guess and say that it was the masked man. The white-masked one, to be specific. God, I really should just make up some names or something to distinguish them. Too much work.
Anyways, I do apologize for that. I'd tell you guys what's been going on, but I can't remember yesterday, and the day before was severely uneventful. There's honestly not much I can say for right now.
Funny, how just as I type this, I notice him outside. The black-masked man. Just standing there. Watching me. I feel the need to stay here, however. I'll keep an eye on him and a knife in hand. Brandon's already on his way over, so I highly doubt anything would happen. If something were to, though, I'll update you guys.
I'll update regardless.
Catch you later, guys.
I know I'm late to the party, and this shit has only just begun for me...
ReplyDeletebut hang in there. Keep your knife sharp and your wits sharper.
Same to you, sir.
DeleteI read a bit of your blog, as well. A couple of my questions have been answered. But still... there's the lingering question that won't be answered... anytime soon, anyways.
What are we meant for? What does it need from us?
I have no idea, in truth.
DeleteIn my case, I wonder if he thinks he has some form of claim on me. Or he doesn't want this "seedeater" to feed.
It could be that we're merely cosmic playthings.
isn't that a charming thought?
His "purpose" with me is unclear as of right now. It feels more or less like these masked guys want me FOR Mr. Tall. That, or they want to kill me first.
DeleteOh, cosmic playthings. That's not such a fabulous label, now is it? Sorta feels like chess...
Life's a game of chess, depending on how overwhelmingly pessimistic your outlook is on things :P
DeleteThen again, in our line of work...it's hard to be anything BUT over overwhelmingly pessimistic :/
...but I shall persevere through the excessive usage of emotes and bad jokes.
But in all seriousness. We need to stick together. I've been reading up on theories regarding the tall guy. Although they mostly contradict each other, a constant tends to be away from trees on preferably high ground.
Then again...I'm still not sure what we can consider fiction and what is really happening to us :/
I agree completely. :\
DeleteThe high-ground part seems to be standing in my way. Seeing as how the guy who had the helicopter just went missing, that option seems impeded. And staying away from trees is out of the question. I'm surrounded by trees. And the masked guys...
Oh, look. Speak of the devil. Mr. Black-Bag-Head is outside my window again. I feel like I should go say hi! I'll be back, then.
I never thought I'd have to say this in my life...
ReplyDeleteBUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST STAY AWAY FROM THE ELDRITCH ABOMINATION WORSHIPING SERIAL KILLER.
seriously.
that shit shortens your life expectancy by a pretty substantial amount, I would imagine.
Yeah, I suppose now isn't really the best time for interrogating guys who cover their whole head in black masks and constantly stand outside your window to possibly watch you sleep.
DeleteSo... I'll set up another appointment later.
Maybe arrange an appointment when you have a gun or an axe or something.
DeleteOr, at the very least, something to throw from a roof or a window. Something heavy...like a couch.
Yes, because I'll be able to throw a couch from the top of my house... Well... that idea doesn't sound half bad. ;D
DeleteWait... oh shit he has something, i gotta follow him
ill be back