I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to deal with these things anymore. Nobody can save me. Nobody but myself.
The tall thing keeps getting closer and closer. The pain in my head has spread to other parts of my body. I blinked and saw everything red, on fire, screams. I blinked again and it was nothing.
why
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Falling.
It's back to this. It's back to how it began. I'm alone.
I'm alone again.
And the tall thing is taking particular interest in me lately.
My head hurts, my stomach feels as if it's stirred dust. Is this what it's like to go insane?
I'm alone again.
And the tall thing is taking particular interest in me lately.
My head hurts, my stomach feels as if it's stirred dust. Is this what it's like to go insane?
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Of Shadows & Scopes
Okay. This is a lot to handle right now for me. But... since a majority of you weren't at the livestream, I'll sum up today.
I woke up; although, I don't remember falling asleep... to Adri being thrown through my doorway into the wall. Blackhead walked up with a rifle, put it under his chin, and fired. So, Adri isn't a problem, anymore. I can't imagine how much they must have fought before that moment.
But then, Norman ran in, screaming about his revenance. I can't remember the details of what he said, but he said something about becoming revenant NOW. Blackhead turned around and stabbed him in the abdomen. He somehow made it out.
Blackhead gave me a tape recorder, whose contents were played over the stream. I guess it sounds like the rake... He didn't say a word, however, he did remove his mask quite a few times. Throughout, he would get up and look outside. We did spot Norman sneaking around the house, with that tall, skinny thing following him. I could have shot him, but Blackhead dragged me away from the window.
Some things happened, he ended up picking me up and throwing me a few feet. He didn't have an issue getting the rifle from me, either. (I didn't realize how pathetic I am when it comes to supernatural creatures that look like humans until now.) I tried to get some answers out of him, but he got away. I took my camera into the woods and got this video...
The reason I ran away was because that video distortion wasn't just on the camera. I swear, the whole world turned to that, and it was very difficult to see. I also felt a presence within all the trees. As if there were millions of creatures watching me. The loud buzzing noise is also unexplained, so he might have been following me for that entire duration, which scares me...
If it weren't for that, I'd have beaten him into some answers. Other than that, I have nothing else to say. Thanks, guys.
I woke up; although, I don't remember falling asleep... to Adri being thrown through my doorway into the wall. Blackhead walked up with a rifle, put it under his chin, and fired. So, Adri isn't a problem, anymore. I can't imagine how much they must have fought before that moment.
But then, Norman ran in, screaming about his revenance. I can't remember the details of what he said, but he said something about becoming revenant NOW. Blackhead turned around and stabbed him in the abdomen. He somehow made it out.
Blackhead gave me a tape recorder, whose contents were played over the stream. I guess it sounds like the rake... He didn't say a word, however, he did remove his mask quite a few times. Throughout, he would get up and look outside. We did spot Norman sneaking around the house, with that tall, skinny thing following him. I could have shot him, but Blackhead dragged me away from the window.
Some things happened, he ended up picking me up and throwing me a few feet. He didn't have an issue getting the rifle from me, either. (I didn't realize how pathetic I am when it comes to supernatural creatures that look like humans until now.) I tried to get some answers out of him, but he got away. I took my camera into the woods and got this video...
The reason I ran away was because that video distortion wasn't just on the camera. I swear, the whole world turned to that, and it was very difficult to see. I also felt a presence within all the trees. As if there were millions of creatures watching me. The loud buzzing noise is also unexplained, so he might have been following me for that entire duration, which scares me...
If it weren't for that, I'd have beaten him into some answers. Other than that, I have nothing else to say. Thanks, guys.
For lack of a better title, Tinychat
Adri, Blackhead, and Norman decided to break into my house. Blackhead is still here and I'm having a tinychat in HALF AN HOUR. So, it's at 7:00 EST.
http://tinychat.com/1daj9
I'll update with all these events later. I just need to hold a tinychat right now.
http://tinychat.com/1daj9
I'll update with all these events later. I just need to hold a tinychat right now.
impedence
he is getting in the way
THEY ARE ALL GETTING IN THE WAY
nobody is getting in the way
THE FALSE SAVIOR IS GETTING IN THE WAY
nobody can have revenance but me
I WILL BE A GOD
i will be a god
THEY WILL NEVER FIND YOUR BODY
you will all see, you all will
I WILL BE A G̸̫̗̗̮̗̮̺O̶͍̱͎̭̞̊̋̃ͣͣD̙
THEY ARE ALL GETTING IN THE WAY
nobody is getting in the way
THE FALSE SAVIOR IS GETTING IN THE WAY
nobody can have revenance but me
I WILL BE A GOD
i will be a god
THEY WILL NEVER FIND YOUR BODY
you will all see, you all will
I WILL BE A G̸̫̗̗̮̗̮̺O̶͍̱͎̭̞̊̋̃ͣͣD̙
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Of Darkness and Pity
I said I would do this yesterday. I never did, because I didn't wanna stray away from Naomi. But, she's sitting right on top of me, so I can just type this up now.
A couple nights ago, on the livestream, our little buddy "Adri" decided to sign in and play us some music: "O Death." That song somehow made it onto my hard-drive, but I have erased it completely. I didn't quite enjoy it, anyways.
But no, that's not where it ends. He is the one who supposedly decimated my town. That little shit did it all by himself. And yet again, that's not all. He broke into my house and beat the living shit out of me. Now, I don't think I'm entirely weak. But he picked me up 3 feet off the ground and threw me into a wall, placed his boot in my ribs, and then smashed my face into the doorframe. I'm not weak, he's just strong. And fast.
But after all that was said and done with, everything turned gray for a split second. I snapped back into focus inches away from my computer. I stand up, and what do I see on the webcam? My scar is gone. No, not just GONE, there's some strange tattoo-type symbols where it used to be. The tattoo came right off, however. There's no sign I ever had a scar; or a piercing, for that matter. The texture of the tattoo-fluid shit was a bit like ink, but flowed more like oil. It didn't have an odor.
Also, my voice is back. Yay.
I gave myself a bit of time to recover. I got a phone call from Naomi herself, telling me that she was hiding out a little ways down my street. Our friend, Adri, had been keeping her there, forcing her to watch the livestream. He didn't harm her, but she did manage to scrape up her knee.
Other than that, nothing else has been going on. I got my ass kicked by a psychopathic serial killer, my scars are gone, and I got Naomi back. Also, Mr. Moross. Or however the hell you spelled it. I'll be ready next time, bro. Really, I will. Also, stop typing in goddamn numbers, it's not a sight for sore eyes.
Thanks everyone for sticking with me.
A couple nights ago, on the livestream, our little buddy "Adri" decided to sign in and play us some music: "O Death." That song somehow made it onto my hard-drive, but I have erased it completely. I didn't quite enjoy it, anyways.
But no, that's not where it ends. He is the one who supposedly decimated my town. That little shit did it all by himself. And yet again, that's not all. He broke into my house and beat the living shit out of me. Now, I don't think I'm entirely weak. But he picked me up 3 feet off the ground and threw me into a wall, placed his boot in my ribs, and then smashed my face into the doorframe. I'm not weak, he's just strong. And fast.
But after all that was said and done with, everything turned gray for a split second. I snapped back into focus inches away from my computer. I stand up, and what do I see on the webcam? My scar is gone. No, not just GONE, there's some strange tattoo-type symbols where it used to be. The tattoo came right off, however. There's no sign I ever had a scar; or a piercing, for that matter. The texture of the tattoo-fluid shit was a bit like ink, but flowed more like oil. It didn't have an odor.
Also, my voice is back. Yay.
I gave myself a bit of time to recover. I got a phone call from Naomi herself, telling me that she was hiding out a little ways down my street. Our friend, Adri, had been keeping her there, forcing her to watch the livestream. He didn't harm her, but she did manage to scrape up her knee.
Other than that, nothing else has been going on. I got my ass kicked by a psychopathic serial killer, my scars are gone, and I got Naomi back. Also, Mr. Moross. Or however the hell you spelled it. I'll be ready next time, bro. Really, I will. Also, stop typing in goddamn numbers, it's not a sight for sore eyes.
Thanks everyone for sticking with me.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Reciprocate
Tinychat tonight at 10pm EST.
http://tinychat.com/1daj9
I know the risks this runs, but I'm starting to get lonely... and pretty terrified now. It's obvious that practically NOWHERE is safe, but I DO know observatory limitations of the masked bastards.
The "helper" is limited to anything that feeds video and text, and I guess he's in my head. But he can't control me.
Norman is limited to physical observations, however I haven't been seeing much of him lately.
BlackBagHead is limited to physical observations, as well. And according to a few anonymous contributors, he MAY have gotten onto the Tinychat himself at one point.
And this Adri fellow. God knows where he is, what he's capable of, etc. But he's scary as shit.
If you're reading this, Adri, go to hell.
http://tinychat.com/1daj9
I know the risks this runs, but I'm starting to get lonely... and pretty terrified now. It's obvious that practically NOWHERE is safe, but I DO know observatory limitations of the masked bastards.
The "helper" is limited to anything that feeds video and text, and I guess he's in my head. But he can't control me.
Norman is limited to physical observations, however I haven't been seeing much of him lately.
BlackBagHead is limited to physical observations, as well. And according to a few anonymous contributors, he MAY have gotten onto the Tinychat himself at one point.
And this Adri fellow. God knows where he is, what he's capable of, etc. But he's scary as shit.
If you're reading this, Adri, go to hell.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Black
So, you almost broke me. You get into my head, you watch me hold my dead friend in my arms, you watch me kill my bestfriend... and now Naomi is missing. Just like nearly my entire city. You and your asshole friends are chasing after me trying to "help" me; and by help, I mean you WANT ME just so you can destroy some tree in an alternate realm. There's Norman, who's trying to kill me.
Then, we have a handful of MONSTERS out to get me, too. Water is out to kill me, a freakishly tall salesman with no face is trying to get me, some THING that can be whoever it wants is... god knows what it wants from me, some smiling bastard has yet to show his face, and YET ANOTHER abomination may be on the lurk.
Then, we have a handful of MONSTERS out to get me, too. Water is out to kill me, a freakishly tall salesman with no face is trying to get me, some THING that can be whoever it wants is... god knows what it wants from me, some smiling bastard has yet to show his face, and YET ANOTHER abomination may be on the lurk.
All because of some stupid, goddamn Life Science project.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Two and One
Haha, awwwh, how cute. You really thought I was dead? I love the little fit you threw at the end, there. I'd have figured that you would see me on that little camera you can hack. But I guess you lost your eyes when you stopped broadcasting for me.
So, I have to kill my bestfriend, who gets infected by this EAT shit. Then I come back to see you talking to my friends. Yeah. Nice. Oh, and by the way, that was a sleeping pill that has little-to-no effect on me. I guess you aren't as bright as you play yourself out to be, eh?
So, guys, remember when I said to trust me? This is what I wanted you to trust me on. I'm VERY much alive. And I KNOW he's malevolent. He may say he wants to help, but quite frankly, I don't buy it. I can feel it whenever he's in my head. He just wants control so he can do whatever he wants to with this "Bleeding Tree."
Again, thanks guys. For being there with me when I was "dying." And for putting up with this thing's bullshit. I'm sorry about that.
So, I have to kill my bestfriend, who gets infected by this EAT shit. Then I come back to see you talking to my friends. Yeah. Nice. Oh, and by the way, that was a sleeping pill that has little-to-no effect on me. I guess you aren't as bright as you play yourself out to be, eh?
So, guys, remember when I said to trust me? This is what I wanted you to trust me on. I'm VERY much alive. And I KNOW he's malevolent. He may say he wants to help, but quite frankly, I don't buy it. I can feel it whenever he's in my head. He just wants control so he can do whatever he wants to with this "Bleeding Tree."
Again, thanks guys. For being there with me when I was "dying." And for putting up with this thing's bullshit. I'm sorry about that.
What is the loneliest number?
So, Brad and I are bored out of our minds, and quite frankly terrified. So, how about some questions? I just found an old-ass Formspring and altered it for my own use. If anyone wants to ask me and/or Brad any questions, go for it. It's not like we have anything better to do, other than wait for some abomination to walk through the door...
http://www.formspring.me/AnOnlyPuppet
http://www.formspring.me/AnOnlyPuppet
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Two corpses, in one grave
I'll have to make this short. I don't have too much time.
For those of you who were NOT at the Tinychat, I essentially got possessed by something, which then spoke about some "Bleeding tree" and how I'm the key to it. Yeah, I'm not the key to shit. Buzz off, possessive-man.
But, while I was in that secluded spot in my mind as that thing took over, I could only see this... impossibly massive THING... covered with tentacles and... nononononoonon not its face i dont want to remember anymore that horrible thing
I'm sorry... but this thing was massive. Unfathomably massive. Colossal... But I know that bodyjacking piece of asshole is still somewhere in my system. I'm sure he's still monitoring my computer, too.
Brandon's coming over with a few guns. We're staking out. If you're reading this, you're invited, asshole! I promise, lead tastes just like chicken. If you don't like chicken, then it tastes like pizza. But trust me, it tastes really good! c:
Just thought an update was necessary. Thanks, guys.
For those of you who were NOT at the Tinychat, I essentially got possessed by something, which then spoke about some "Bleeding tree" and how I'm the key to it. Yeah, I'm not the key to shit. Buzz off, possessive-man.
But, while I was in that secluded spot in my mind as that thing took over, I could only see this... impossibly massive THING... covered with tentacles and... nononononoonon not its face i dont want to remember anymore that horrible thing
I'm sorry... but this thing was massive. Unfathomably massive. Colossal... But I know that bodyjacking piece of asshole is still somewhere in my system. I'm sure he's still monitoring my computer, too.
Brandon's coming over with a few guns. We're staking out. If you're reading this, you're invited, asshole! I promise, lead tastes just like chicken. If you don't like chicken, then it tastes like pizza. But trust me, it tastes really good! c:
Just thought an update was necessary. Thanks, guys.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tinychat
I've decided to run a Tinychat to discuss all of this with you. It's not exactly MY Tinychat. A good friend of mine is letting me borrow it for this segment of time.
Anyways, the Tinychat will be TONIGHT, starting at around 10:00pm Eastern Time and run to whenever-the-hell. I'm actually looking forward to seeing everyone who decides to show up.
The link: http://tinychat.com/1daj9
Thanks, guys
Anyways, the Tinychat will be TONIGHT, starting at around 10:00pm Eastern Time and run to whenever-the-hell. I'm actually looking forward to seeing everyone who decides to show up.
The link: http://tinychat.com/1daj9
Thanks, guys
Friday, June 1, 2012
No... no... NO
This can't be happening! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING! look at what youve done you piece of SHIT
we did nothing
I SWEAR TO YOU, when I FIND you, I will DESTROY everything you love! I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU PIECE BY PIECE. LETS SEE IF YOU LIKE IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT
YOU. SICKEN. ME. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER CEASE SCREAMING. IT WILL HURT SO. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN FATHOM THAT WILL BE SATISFYING. theres no way to make it right...
there is
I cant think of anything that would hurt more than that. I just... can't think.
I hope I get to watch you ROT. AWAY.
you will
This can't be happening! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING! look at what youve done you piece of SHIT
we did nothing
I SWEAR TO YOU, when I FIND you, I will DESTROY everything you love! I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU PIECE BY PIECE. LETS SEE IF YOU LIKE IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT
YOU. SICKEN. ME. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER CEASE SCREAMING. IT WILL HURT SO. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN FATHOM THAT WILL BE SATISFYING. theres no way to make it right...
there is
I cant think of anything that would hurt more than that. I just... can't think.
I hope I get to watch you ROT. AWAY.
you will
Truth
My name is Sera. The friend that Puppet mentioned long ago. The one that broke down.
I noticed he hasn't been posting lately, so I decided to throw my voice out. Everything has been quiet since Puppet had that run-in with this "Empty City" he remarked about today. Right now he's asleep, though. Not sure how he managed to sleep, but he did it.
As for his injuries, I'm sure he'll be fine. His lip will heal, but there's going to be a nasty little scar there. And his voice... won't recover. His vocal chords and his throat are literally COVERED with uneven scar-tissue. It's unbelievable how he doesn't suffer any pain when he speaks. That's a true miracle.
But... I don't feel comfortable here. I did my job, I fixed up Puppet, and I was there for him before. Things are going to escalate and it won't stop until it's forcefully and abruptly cut off. As much as it hurts me to say this, and I don't mean any offense whatsoever to him... I can't get dragged into this mess. I don't want to go under the tire with him.
I was in that city. And... it changes. It manipulates to the things you want to see the least. Even worse than THAT. It's safe to say that I am mentally and emotionally torn apart. I haven't spoken a word since the events of that video. This is the first time since then. I'm afraid it will be my last, too.
I'm sorry, but I'm going to do what has to be done in order to prevent myself from ending up in a similar spot as Puppet, maybe even worse. But this is it. I won't get dragged under. I won't.
I don't want this to hurt you, Puppet. I know you'll read this, and I'm so so sorry... I don't want to end this. I really don't. It's the only thing left to do.
You just woke up now. You came into the room and asked what I was doing, but I changed the page over to Tumblr. You had no idea I was writing this, but now you're back asleep.
I've always wanted last words. That fancy, little thought of having last words that shake the world, or simply stay with the ones you love forever. Puppet... you always told me about last words. You said you wanted the world to marvel at what you say. The LAST thing you say.
You were always genius to me. Clever. Creative. Funny. Sarcastic. Protective. But... I guess it's come to that time.
My last words?
Love; death won't change it. Neither will "eldritch abominations."
Please, don't stop until you abruptly cut it off. Keep fighting.
I love you, man.
<3
I noticed he hasn't been posting lately, so I decided to throw my voice out. Everything has been quiet since Puppet had that run-in with this "Empty City" he remarked about today. Right now he's asleep, though. Not sure how he managed to sleep, but he did it.
As for his injuries, I'm sure he'll be fine. His lip will heal, but there's going to be a nasty little scar there. And his voice... won't recover. His vocal chords and his throat are literally COVERED with uneven scar-tissue. It's unbelievable how he doesn't suffer any pain when he speaks. That's a true miracle.
But... I don't feel comfortable here. I did my job, I fixed up Puppet, and I was there for him before. Things are going to escalate and it won't stop until it's forcefully and abruptly cut off. As much as it hurts me to say this, and I don't mean any offense whatsoever to him... I can't get dragged into this mess. I don't want to go under the tire with him.
I was in that city. And... it changes. It manipulates to the things you want to see the least. Even worse than THAT. It's safe to say that I am mentally and emotionally torn apart. I haven't spoken a word since the events of that video. This is the first time since then. I'm afraid it will be my last, too.
I'm sorry, but I'm going to do what has to be done in order to prevent myself from ending up in a similar spot as Puppet, maybe even worse. But this is it. I won't get dragged under. I won't.
I don't want this to hurt you, Puppet. I know you'll read this, and I'm so so sorry... I don't want to end this. I really don't. It's the only thing left to do.
You just woke up now. You came into the room and asked what I was doing, but I changed the page over to Tumblr. You had no idea I was writing this, but now you're back asleep.
I've always wanted last words. That fancy, little thought of having last words that shake the world, or simply stay with the ones you love forever. Puppet... you always told me about last words. You said you wanted the world to marvel at what you say. The LAST thing you say.
You were always genius to me. Clever. Creative. Funny. Sarcastic. Protective. But... I guess it's come to that time.
My last words?
Love; death won't change it. Neither will "eldritch abominations."
Please, don't stop until you abruptly cut it off. Keep fighting.
I love you, man.
<3
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