Guess who's gonna fail English for the year? This chick! Yay!
Oh well.
I has news. But first, the non-serious stuff. I finally finished the second page of my comic: here.
Okay.... now for the serious stuff. Last night, I heard something from a little birdy. Well... two little birdies. Wellll..... Two not-so little birdies. Okay, fine. Huginn and Muninn felt chatty.
Now I'm pretty much going to be lazy and copy/paste what I already told people on skype about this. And then add details.
It's gossip, really. Surprising, coming from those two, but yeah. A lot of the Shadows see me as a poor victim forced to believe terrible things about them and that they can 'fix' me. And then there are those who see me as a traitor and think I should die. But I get info from the first type, little things about what's going on. But.....
Huginn and Muninn were talking some nonsense about 'en avtale med djevelen' which is Norwegian for 'a deal with the devil' (stupid birds are Norse. So freakin hard to speak) they say Darkness is back.
So, what really gets me are these two things:
One- Who would be 'the devil' to a Shadow?
Two- Is Darkness really back?
Also, I got stabbed today and lost a lot of blood. But I'm okay. The pain meds kicked in a bit ago.
-Spyre
Oh, and the new icon is a gift from my psychic friend. It represents me, apparently. I think it's cool.
Friday 31 May 2013
Tuesday 28 May 2013
Life, Grades, and Prophecies
Because seriously, those are obviously the three top things going on right now.
One: Life. I'm back home, and I'm grounded. Fun, huh? Also very confusing.
I've been gone what, two, maybe three weeks? They didn't even notice. I popped in the other day using the Path to check on my sisters, and the next thing I know, my dad's ranting at me for not doing the dishes. It was very, very, VERY confusing.
Two: Grades. I haven't been at school, and while nobody seems to have noticed, none of my homework was turned in. So guess who's failing three classes? That's right, this chick. Yay.
Three: Prophecies. Because I seriously need to be in a crapload of them. I mean, honestly. Is it not enough that there is a crazy-ass god living in my head now too? It's getting crowded in here! (long story, I will explain eventually)
But, on my last post, an anon posted this:
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. The clock runs down. As it nears the end: a tragedy will befall all. "Death is the news!" Will be shouted. One will fall. One will die. One will disappear. One will take the blame. And one will seek revenge. Revenge for all.
It's my understanding that Kendra, Med, Sanna, and Carter also got this. So the five of us are apparently along for this joyous ride. Now, to be honest, I'm not overly enthused by this. At all.
-Ash
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Edit: I went in and made it blue because the black was depressing me.
One: Life. I'm back home, and I'm grounded. Fun, huh? Also very confusing.
I've been gone what, two, maybe three weeks? They didn't even notice. I popped in the other day using the Path to check on my sisters, and the next thing I know, my dad's ranting at me for not doing the dishes. It was very, very, VERY confusing.
Two: Grades. I haven't been at school, and while nobody seems to have noticed, none of my homework was turned in. So guess who's failing three classes? That's right, this chick. Yay.
Three: Prophecies. Because I seriously need to be in a crapload of them. I mean, honestly. Is it not enough that there is a crazy-ass god living in my head now too? It's getting crowded in here! (long story, I will explain eventually)
But, on my last post, an anon posted this:
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. The clock runs down. As it nears the end: a tragedy will befall all. "Death is the news!" Will be shouted. One will fall. One will die. One will disappear. One will take the blame. And one will seek revenge. Revenge for all.
It's my understanding that Kendra, Med, Sanna, and Carter also got this. So the five of us are apparently along for this joyous ride. Now, to be honest, I'm not overly enthused by this. At all.
-Ash
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Edit: I went in and made it blue because the black was depressing me.
Saturday 25 May 2013
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
FUCKFUCKFUCKSHITDAMNFUCKINGHELLFUCK
SOMETHING HAPPENED TO ROSE. A SEEKER'S BEEN FOOLOWING HER AROUND. WE WERE JUST TALKING AND SHE SAID HE WAS THERE, THAT HE HAD A FUCKING KNIFE AND THEN SHE JUST WENT OFFLINE!
FUCKINGFUCKSHITFUCK
HER SECTION OF THE MENTAL PLANE IS GONE! I CAN'T FIND IT! ANYWHERE! THAT DOESN'T EVEN HAPPEN WHEN PEOPLE DIE! THIS IS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!
Thursday 23 May 2013
And Back. Probably Permanently.
I bet you guys missed this blue, didn't ya?
It's Ash, and to be honest, I am pissed. The base got attacked last night, and Aporia let me loose for some reason. Bad choice on her part.
I've kinda occupied myself with art lately, though I found Blitz. I love that staff. Seriously. Aporia was avoiding me most of today. For good reason too. I wanted to kill her. Still do, actually.
She made Bleak and Shade trust her. Our two weakest personalities. She got them to trust her and then she took them. I have no idea where they are, and that is one of the very few reasons that bitch is alive.
I gave her a taste of her own medicine, though. Dropped her mute ass into the pit, and you have no idea how fucking satisfying it was to hear her dislocate her shoulder when she hit the ground. I think I'll not give her any food and water for a while. See how she likes it.
I can't replicate the emotional damage she did, but I can sure as hell mimic the physical.
Any Suggestions?
-Ash
Also, I started a comic. Feel free to read it. There will be lots of skittles jokes and blatant references to you guys on later pages. I made that this morning. Because I actually got tired of drawing mutilated Aporias.
It's Ash, and to be honest, I am pissed. The base got attacked last night, and Aporia let me loose for some reason. Bad choice on her part.
I've kinda occupied myself with art lately, though I found Blitz. I love that staff. Seriously. Aporia was avoiding me most of today. For good reason too. I wanted to kill her. Still do, actually.
She made Bleak and Shade trust her. Our two weakest personalities. She got them to trust her and then she took them. I have no idea where they are, and that is one of the very few reasons that bitch is alive.
I gave her a taste of her own medicine, though. Dropped her mute ass into the pit, and you have no idea how fucking satisfying it was to hear her dislocate her shoulder when she hit the ground. I think I'll not give her any food and water for a while. See how she likes it.
I can't replicate the emotional damage she did, but I can sure as hell mimic the physical.
Any Suggestions?
-Ash
Also, I started a comic. Feel free to read it. There will be lots of skittles jokes and blatant references to you guys on later pages. I made that this morning. Because I actually got tired of drawing mutilated Aporias.
Tuesday 21 May 2013
Med's Turn
She volunteered. I wonder why.
Med, this post shall be directed towards you.
I really do wonder why you chose to put yourself upon my list. You have seen what I did to the girl, in a matter of very little time. Do you think yourself stronger than her? Wiser? Or is it the arrogance that you so frequently show? Science and luck cannot save you forever, you know.
I must wonder. What is the point of your scientific studies? You are going to die. Everyone reading this is going to die. And sooner rather than later. Do you expect the be the catalyst that ends this war? What do you hope to discover?
I can personally tell you that it is pointless.
Are you really willing to risk yourself to learn more? To risk others? How many injuries, how many deaths, are too many? How many experiments can go just a tad too far? How many innocents can be brought into this chaos before it's too much? How long will it be, Med?
And really, what have you discovered against what you have lost, hmm? How much more will you lose?
I say everything.
I hope you think it's worth it, Med. I hope you believe that you're helping people. Because you aren't, and any hope that you are is foolish, vain, and naive.
You have been called a Sage. I don't see it. I see a woman who is desperately trying to rationalize a world without rationalization. And tricking herself into believing that she's successful.
You're failing, Med. You will do nothing but fail.
~Aporia
Med, this post shall be directed towards you.
I really do wonder why you chose to put yourself upon my list. You have seen what I did to the girl, in a matter of very little time. Do you think yourself stronger than her? Wiser? Or is it the arrogance that you so frequently show? Science and luck cannot save you forever, you know.
I must wonder. What is the point of your scientific studies? You are going to die. Everyone reading this is going to die. And sooner rather than later. Do you expect the be the catalyst that ends this war? What do you hope to discover?
I can personally tell you that it is pointless.
Are you really willing to risk yourself to learn more? To risk others? How many injuries, how many deaths, are too many? How many experiments can go just a tad too far? How many innocents can be brought into this chaos before it's too much? How long will it be, Med?
And really, what have you discovered against what you have lost, hmm? How much more will you lose?
I say everything.
I hope you think it's worth it, Med. I hope you believe that you're helping people. Because you aren't, and any hope that you are is foolish, vain, and naive.
You have been called a Sage. I don't see it. I see a woman who is desperately trying to rationalize a world without rationalization. And tricking herself into believing that she's successful.
You're failing, Med. You will do nothing but fail.
~Aporia
Monday 20 May 2013
Spyre- Online
Okay. It's me, don't worry.
I have two hours online. Aporia's watching so I can't really say too much, and she could always just delete this post if I let too much info out.
I'm okay. Severe emotional trauma and a broken arm, but okay.
Guys, she isn't human. Whatever she is, she's dangerous. Really dangerous. She knows where it hurts and she hits there, hard. I'll be okay. Ignore the videos, I'm trying so hard to be strong. You have to beat her. If you don't beat her, she'll kill me. I know she will.
-Spyre
I have two hours online. Aporia's watching so I can't really say too much, and she could always just delete this post if I let too much info out.
I'm okay. Severe emotional trauma and a broken arm, but okay.
Guys, she isn't human. Whatever she is, she's dangerous. Really dangerous. She knows where it hurts and she hits there, hard. I'll be okay. Ignore the videos, I'm trying so hard to be strong. You have to beat her. If you don't beat her, she'll kill me. I know she will.
-Spyre
A Gift For Strider
Oh, I've taken note of how he hasn't said a word. I've even let the girl know about that. She's positive that he's planning to kill me at this very moment. He probably is. This won't help.
You see, I made a deal with Dorian. I make Strider's girl scream, I get to know more about Strider.
Sadly, the girl doesn't really scream and this was the best I could manage. It's a shame to hear her like this, she has such a beautiful voice.
Here is your gift, Strider.
I'll be feeding her as well. Also due to Dorian. So thank him for that much.
I've learned something about the girl. Screaming really isn't her reaction to pain. Even the worst of pains would cause her to do that. Even when she's being crushed internally, the only reaction on the surface will be to whimper and cry. To hear her beg for help shows just how much I hurt her, and you have no idea how much I loved that.
As for what I told her? Well, that is between her and I, isn't it?
~Aporia
You see, I made a deal with Dorian. I make Strider's girl scream, I get to know more about Strider.
Sadly, the girl doesn't really scream and this was the best I could manage. It's a shame to hear her like this, she has such a beautiful voice.
Here is your gift, Strider.
I'll be feeding her as well. Also due to Dorian. So thank him for that much.
I've learned something about the girl. Screaming really isn't her reaction to pain. Even the worst of pains would cause her to do that. Even when she's being crushed internally, the only reaction on the surface will be to whimper and cry. To hear her beg for help shows just how much I hurt her, and you have no idea how much I loved that.
As for what I told her? Well, that is between her and I, isn't it?
~Aporia
Sunday 19 May 2013
Game..... Start.
As a sign of good faith
There you go. She is alive. Scared, hungry, tired, and broken, but alive. She's right about the last bit. I'll never let her out. At least until you lot win the game. Those are the stakes.
Your move.
~Aporia
There you go. She is alive. Scared, hungry, tired, and broken, but alive. She's right about the last bit. I'll never let her out. At least until you lot win the game. Those are the stakes.
Your move.
~Aporia
Friday 17 May 2013
And the Games Begin
Oh the fun that shall be had. The rules are simple, I try to get into your head, and you try not
to lose.
I will give you until Sunday to prepare yourselves. Sunday, however, the games will truly begin. And I will pick apart your mind until one of two things happens; you break, or you grow stronger.
I will take your flaws, your weaknesses, and show them to you. How you react to it is up to you, and it determines the end of the game.
If I win, you will be broken, shattered, and will have no hope left. If I lose, you will be stronger than when this all began.
Shall we play?
~Aporia
to lose.
I will give you until Sunday to prepare yourselves. Sunday, however, the games will truly begin. And I will pick apart your mind until one of two things happens; you break, or you grow stronger.
I will take your flaws, your weaknesses, and show them to you. How you react to it is up to you, and it determines the end of the game.
If I win, you will be broken, shattered, and will have no hope left. If I lose, you will be stronger than when this all began.
Shall we play?
~Aporia
Thursday 16 May 2013
Mindgames
Oh how terribly fun they are. I shall certainly enjoy playing them with the lot of you. Do not worry, the girl, Ashley or Spyre, whatever you choose to call her, is yet alive. Mostly safe, as well. She'll not be online for some time, and I'll not allow her contact with you. Posting comments with advice towards her are pointless.
Her little entourage lives as well, so worry not. Killing is not something I take much pleasure in. It's hard to play with one's head when you've destroyed them.
I should be available to talk nearly any time. Unless I'm off playing with my new toys.
As for a name.... hmm....
I believe Aporia shall be suitable.
Let's see how far into your minds I can get, hmm?
Her little entourage lives as well, so worry not. Killing is not something I take much pleasure in. It's hard to play with one's head when you've destroyed them.
I should be available to talk nearly any time. Unless I'm off playing with my new toys.
As for a name.... hmm....
I believe Aporia shall be suitable.
Let's see how far into your minds I can get, hmm?
Sunday 12 May 2013
More Dreams
Two bright blue eyes watching me intently, beside another pair of blue-and-grey eyes. The little girls smile, tugging at my sleeve. One of them, the younger of the two, is rambling on and on. I'm irritated.
"-and then me and friend Breezi--" I cut her off, "Megan, get out of my room. I'm busy." My tone is too harsh, she looks hurt. I don't care, she's annoying me. The other chimes in, "But... you promised us a drawing lesson!"
"Not right now, Emily! I have to finish this piece. Just get out of my room. Go play with your friends or something." both girls look hurt. I pretend not to notice. Pouting, the blonde with the bright blue eyes suddenly exclaims, "Can I see!?!" I sigh. She's really getting on my nerves and it's hard to draw with all the noise they make. But I turn the screen towards them, their smiles getting huge.
"Wow! Ashley, that's really good! Who is it?" I just sigh more and shake my head.
"It's for a friend. Just... get out of my room, okay?" With a set look of determination, the older blonde one jumps onto my bed and begins bouncing while declaring a loud, "NO!" I glare at her for a moment before shouting, "MOM, DAD! THE GIRLS WON'T GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" My parents shout for the girls to leave, and they both send a broken glance at me as they drag their feet slowly towards the door. I turn back to my work and mutter, "And close the door after you."
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Not so much a dream as a memory. I had another nightmare last night, but I think I'm just getting used to those. I mean, they terrify me, but this... it breaks my heart. My little sisters..... My adorable little monsters of siblings..... They don't even know who I am anymore. I should have treated them better! I should have spent every scrap of time I had with them! Instead.... I pushed them away every time they tried to tell me about their lives or spend time with me.....
I guess this is just really setting in now.... My little sister's birthday, Emily's birthday, is Tuesday. I've been working on a present for her for a while now. And I just finished it. But I can't give it to her. I mean.... I can, but I won't get the excited smile, those bright blue eyes widening in excitement as she rips away whatever I wrapped the gift in, the attack of a hug as she launches herself at me, the excited laughter. I don't get that. I'm never going to get that again. I'm never going to see those two pairs of eyes staring up at me with love and adoration EVER AGAIN.
I've been lying to myself this whole time. I've been telling myself that I'm okay. That they're better off this way. That I'm better off this way. I am not okay. I don't know if I ever will be okay again. I want this to be done. I want to forget it ever happened. I want my family back! I want to be free of the gottverdammt Fears forever. I want to sit down with my little sisters and listen to all their stupid stories and get frustrated as hell while trying to teach them the best way to draw a cat and then hang their pictures on my bedroom wall and teach them how to sew like I promised them so long ago.
I want to go and apologize to every friend that I pushed away, I want to go and fix every lie I told. I want to watch stupid movies every Saturday with my family and go to the pool with them every single day all summer despite the fact that I hate swimming because it messes with my sinusses and makes me groggy. I want to be able to fight with my dad over my grades because it means I get to see him care again.
I can't keep fighting. I've lost everything that should be the most important. And what makes it worse.... is that I lost it a long time before I even heard the words 'The Slender man'.
I'm the monster here.
-Ash
"-and then me and friend Breezi--" I cut her off, "Megan, get out of my room. I'm busy." My tone is too harsh, she looks hurt. I don't care, she's annoying me. The other chimes in, "But... you promised us a drawing lesson!"
"Not right now, Emily! I have to finish this piece. Just get out of my room. Go play with your friends or something." both girls look hurt. I pretend not to notice. Pouting, the blonde with the bright blue eyes suddenly exclaims, "Can I see!?!" I sigh. She's really getting on my nerves and it's hard to draw with all the noise they make. But I turn the screen towards them, their smiles getting huge.
"Wow! Ashley, that's really good! Who is it?" I just sigh more and shake my head.
"It's for a friend. Just... get out of my room, okay?" With a set look of determination, the older blonde one jumps onto my bed and begins bouncing while declaring a loud, "NO!" I glare at her for a moment before shouting, "MOM, DAD! THE GIRLS WON'T GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" My parents shout for the girls to leave, and they both send a broken glance at me as they drag their feet slowly towards the door. I turn back to my work and mutter, "And close the door after you."
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Not so much a dream as a memory. I had another nightmare last night, but I think I'm just getting used to those. I mean, they terrify me, but this... it breaks my heart. My little sisters..... My adorable little monsters of siblings..... They don't even know who I am anymore. I should have treated them better! I should have spent every scrap of time I had with them! Instead.... I pushed them away every time they tried to tell me about their lives or spend time with me.....
I guess this is just really setting in now.... My little sister's birthday, Emily's birthday, is Tuesday. I've been working on a present for her for a while now. And I just finished it. But I can't give it to her. I mean.... I can, but I won't get the excited smile, those bright blue eyes widening in excitement as she rips away whatever I wrapped the gift in, the attack of a hug as she launches herself at me, the excited laughter. I don't get that. I'm never going to get that again. I'm never going to see those two pairs of eyes staring up at me with love and adoration EVER AGAIN.
I've been lying to myself this whole time. I've been telling myself that I'm okay. That they're better off this way. That I'm better off this way. I am not okay. I don't know if I ever will be okay again. I want this to be done. I want to forget it ever happened. I want my family back! I want to be free of the gottverdammt Fears forever. I want to sit down with my little sisters and listen to all their stupid stories and get frustrated as hell while trying to teach them the best way to draw a cat and then hang their pictures on my bedroom wall and teach them how to sew like I promised them so long ago.
I want to go and apologize to every friend that I pushed away, I want to go and fix every lie I told. I want to watch stupid movies every Saturday with my family and go to the pool with them every single day all summer despite the fact that I hate swimming because it messes with my sinusses and makes me groggy. I want to be able to fight with my dad over my grades because it means I get to see him care again.
I can't keep fighting. I've lost everything that should be the most important. And what makes it worse.... is that I lost it a long time before I even heard the words 'The Slender man'.
I'm the monster here.
-Ash
Quiet
Nothing much going on lately. Which probably just means that something bad is going to happen soon. I saw Slendy today. It was....... interesting. I mean, I think this is the first time I've seen Him since Strider made me a Seeker. it was very disorienting, to say the least.
I've been getting Ravens at my window with little messages for a while now. Their level of concern for me is disturbing. They still see me as part of the Family. Unless they're on-duty. In which case, they try to kill me.
Still having nightmares. Died again last night, as always. But I'm going to figure out how to live. It has to be possible.
On a side note, I really like coffee. It helps me stay awake.
-Ash
I've been getting Ravens at my window with little messages for a while now. Their level of concern for me is disturbing. They still see me as part of the Family. Unless they're on-duty. In which case, they try to kill me.
Still having nightmares. Died again last night, as always. But I'm going to figure out how to live. It has to be possible.
On a side note, I really like coffee. It helps me stay awake.
-Ash
Friday 10 May 2013
Nightmares
I run and run and run. Don't look back, they'll see you. They'll see you. The glowing path twists wildly, trying to confuse me, remove me from it, send me flying alone into the Dark. The horse comes closer, I can hear it. Don't look back, never look back. My legs hate me, I can't keep running, no more running. Don't stop. Stop and you're dead. They're going to kill me anyways.... No! Keep running keep running.
The path breaks off. It's the chasm again. So deep. Imposibly deep. And wide. Too far to jump. JUMP JUMP THEY'LL CATCH YOU.
I jump, don't land, hit the wall of the cliff on the other side. Look for the rope. The rope can help. There is no rope. SCREAM HELP PLEASE GOD HELP
No one hears. Alone. Completely alone. A voice, though... A voice above. It's her. It's the girl. Always her. Always the same. Do I know you? Take the rope. She has the rope. Pulls me up. we run run run run run run run run run run run run RUN.
It doesn't help. It never helps. Stupid for thinking it would. There's a building. Old, vey old. Old as the Dark. Run inside.
Girl pushes me. Shouts. HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE. We run. We hide hide hide hide. It won't help. Can't stop shaking. Shaking shaking. It's not cold. But the Fear. The Fear is so powerful. Door opens. Crawl further under the bed. It can't see me can't see me can't see me can't see me. Thick grey boots. Moving closer closer. Stops. Whole world freezes. Girl looks so scared, I hold her hand.
Still shaking. Hand reaches under and grabs me. I try not to scream. I do anyway. It pulls me up and smiles. Grey face, grey eyes. No hair. Teeth are jagged and yellow. It smiles and thrusts it's sword into my stomach. THE PAIN GOD PAIN HURTS SO MUCH. It laughs. So cold and eerie. Bleeding on the ground. It pulls out the girl. I try to scream NO NO NOT HER NO. It does anyway. Worse, though. Bites into her neck and shakes her like a doll. She's dead much faster. Smiles bloody teeth at me. Takes sword. Cuts me again and again and again and again and again. Blood everywhere. Painted on the walls, leaking out of me, draining away. THE PAIN! IT HURTS! IT STILL HURTS! Finally lets me die. Walks away as I close my eyes, laughing.
And then.... I woke up.
The path breaks off. It's the chasm again. So deep. Imposibly deep. And wide. Too far to jump. JUMP JUMP THEY'LL CATCH YOU.
I jump, don't land, hit the wall of the cliff on the other side. Look for the rope. The rope can help. There is no rope. SCREAM HELP PLEASE GOD HELP
No one hears. Alone. Completely alone. A voice, though... A voice above. It's her. It's the girl. Always her. Always the same. Do I know you? Take the rope. She has the rope. Pulls me up. we run run run run run run run run run run run run RUN.
It doesn't help. It never helps. Stupid for thinking it would. There's a building. Old, vey old. Old as the Dark. Run inside.
Girl pushes me. Shouts. HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE. We run. We hide hide hide hide. It won't help. Can't stop shaking. Shaking shaking. It's not cold. But the Fear. The Fear is so powerful. Door opens. Crawl further under the bed. It can't see me can't see me can't see me can't see me. Thick grey boots. Moving closer closer. Stops. Whole world freezes. Girl looks so scared, I hold her hand.
Still shaking. Hand reaches under and grabs me. I try not to scream. I do anyway. It pulls me up and smiles. Grey face, grey eyes. No hair. Teeth are jagged and yellow. It smiles and thrusts it's sword into my stomach. THE PAIN GOD PAIN HURTS SO MUCH. It laughs. So cold and eerie. Bleeding on the ground. It pulls out the girl. I try to scream NO NO NOT HER NO. It does anyway. Worse, though. Bites into her neck and shakes her like a doll. She's dead much faster. Smiles bloody teeth at me. Takes sword. Cuts me again and again and again and again and again. Blood everywhere. Painted on the walls, leaking out of me, draining away. THE PAIN! IT HURTS! IT STILL HURTS! Finally lets me die. Walks away as I close my eyes, laughing.
And then.... I woke up.
Thursday 9 May 2013
Fun and Joy
Hey. Beth here.
Spyre and the lot are.... not doing so well. Roman died yesterday, and it wasn't pretty. And Spyre blames herself for it. And I know she blames herself for her reaction. And... um... okay... She wants to talk.
It should have been easy. It really should have been. I mean, we weren't expecting it to be such a large den. And, it really wasn't. The few people that still feed me info among the Shadows always referred to it as a 'little outpost'. There were somewhere around fifty of them stationed there permanently. Roman and I were just retrieving something they took when they attacked us. Easy, simple. No killing really required. Just knock the bastards out, leave them with a few broken bones and a crapload of bruises and waltz out.
That would have worked if there weren't Ravens there. They killed Roman. Cut an artery or something. Blood was everywhere. And then they ripped him to shreds. Limb by limb.
And... I lost it. I killed every single one of those bastards to avenge the guy that I hadn't even known a week. Funny, huh?
I torched the building. Surprisingly didn't show up in the news.
What really scares me, though.... I don't care.
They all died because of me, by me, and I could not possibly care less.
What does that make me?
Wednesday 8 May 2013
family matters
I'm going to keep this as short as possible. Mostly because I don't want to write it and partially because I'm in the middle of raiding a Shadow base and my pet proxy is bleeding all over the place.
But that's not too important, I'll talk about that later.
I went home. Partially to get my stuff and mostly to check on my family. Apparently I do not/ never have existed. My family can't even fucking SEE me. I tried talking to them and they fucking walked right past me. I picked my little sister up and held her in front of my face and she acted like nothing was happening. Family pictures that I KNOW I was in are still there, but I'M NOT FUCKING IN THEM.
My room was the same as I'd left it, but it was like the door wasn't even there to them. It.... it sucked, and it hurts. And I am scared as hell. I don't.... the people I love the most can't even see me..... I just...
Shit. We got company and Roman's still bleeding. I can't stop it and writing this post was probably a stupid ass mistake. I'll post later, if I'm still alive.
-Ash
But that's not too important, I'll talk about that later.
I went home. Partially to get my stuff and mostly to check on my family. Apparently I do not/ never have existed. My family can't even fucking SEE me. I tried talking to them and they fucking walked right past me. I picked my little sister up and held her in front of my face and she acted like nothing was happening. Family pictures that I KNOW I was in are still there, but I'M NOT FUCKING IN THEM.
My room was the same as I'd left it, but it was like the door wasn't even there to them. It.... it sucked, and it hurts. And I am scared as hell. I don't.... the people I love the most can't even see me..... I just...
Shit. We got company and Roman's still bleeding. I can't stop it and writing this post was probably a stupid ass mistake. I'll post later, if I'm still alive.
-Ash
Monday 6 May 2013
short update
I've learned more about my pet proxy. Namely that his name is Roman. I still don't know who he works for, but it apparently is not Slendy or Darkness. His face is healing up pretty well and the bastard fucking kissed me last night. Suffice to say that he spent the night tied
up in the closet.
Um.... heh....
I um... kinda have a boyfriend now.....
And it's Strider.
So... um... yeah....
I think I had more to say, but I really can't think of it now.
-Ash
Sunday 5 May 2013
Actual Explaination
Shit. I have to say taking too much medication and blood loss kinda make one a tad delirious. The meds have worn off some, but I found some stuff that helps big time. Hurts like hell to apply it, and changing bandages is like gnawing off a leg, but it's worth it.
I.... kinda have been stealing stuff left and right. I hate getting back into this habit, even if it's useful.
But you guys probably want the whole story. Might be long and potentially gruesome.
Day before yesterday... Friday, I woke up in a hotel. Had no idea where I was. Someone had already stabbed me by that point, in the stomach. The wasn't overly deep, and it looked like I had stitched it up myself. Thank you mom for teaching me how to sew, and thank you grandma for teaching me first aid. Family can be cool.
I went and did a supply tally first, before I did anything else. I came up having my sketch pad, my tablet, my journal, my phone, that knitting stuff I got ages ago but am just now learning to use, and a few days worth of clothes. Nothing in the way of weapons. That worried me. A lot.
I mean, I always have at least three knives on me. Not telling you where, though. Not exactly like that helped. I had nothing. Not even Blitz (my staff).
I went down to the front desk to find out where I was, and how/when I checked in. Also to get the wifi code. Which is SEAWORLD in case any of you ever feel like leeching off this hotel's wifi. I'm in San Antonio, which is maybe six-seven hours from home. I apparently was brought in by my 'boyfriend' after having 'passed out in the car'. Naturally, my 'boyfriend' was mute, and the guy at the front desk said they had to do all sorts of stuff to get a translator for sign language.
The guy at the desk kinda leaned over and looked me over carefully before muttering, "Your boyfriend said to tell you he'd be back soon, if you got worried." I just shrugged it off and mumbled a thank you before heading back up to the room. I was in the closet packing when I heard the door open. I closed the closet as quietly as I could and posted so that there was some chance of a 'if I die, at least you know how' thing.
Guy opened up the door and I went full-on assualt. Seeing as I was injured, more traditional fighting styles kinda gave way to biting kicking and clawing. Particularly at his chest and face. I..... kinda mutilated the guy..... I feel terrible about that. Of course, I heisitated and he decided to put a knife firmly in my ribs. I then felt the need to knock him out and tie him to the bed with power cords. I wasn't exactly thinking about how that would cause tech issues at the time.
I had torn my stitches fighting him, and I was losing a lot of blood, fast. I left the knife in, not wanting to lose more blood. Long story short, I stitched myself up, screamed a bit, and remembered to deadbolt the room door and lock myself in the bathroom before passing out. When I woke up, the guy was still in the room, tied to the bed, and looking more than awake. I sat down at the foot of the bed and stared him down for a while before leaving for a bit to get some stuff. I apologized at the front desk for noise, and the guy just gave me a 'whuh?' look. I took that to meant that it hadn't been as loud as I'd thought.
I wandered around town for a long while, which hurt like hell, and I got back into my klepto abilities.... which I am ashamed of. But I stole new power cords. And rope. And some guy's laptop. And dude! I hope your parent's never looked at your browser history. I mean, wow.
I also got some meds and supplies while I was out, though I am about 98% positive that I took too many.
When I got back, I cleaned the guy up, gave him a few bandages and such. I mean, he may have kidnapped me and brought me to a hotel, but I did seriously fuck with him. I feel really bad about that. I talked at him for a while. Then.... I don't know.... I just snapped. I couldn't....
I don't want to describe it.
I stitched him up after.... and then I cried myself to sleep after making that last post. Though I was on skype for a bit. Not that I got to talk to anyone.
On a side note, hotel breakfasts are the best things ever. I brought back a crapload of food too. But especially some pudding and fruit juice for him. He ate, which was probably the weirdest thing ever. I mean, the guy had no tongue. And I had to feed him, because I was not willing to untie him.
I don't know who he's working for, but he's definitely a proxy of some Fear or the other. I'm about to go through his bag now to see if there's anything useful here. I'll post again later, he's making this weird whiny noise.
-Ash
I.... kinda have been stealing stuff left and right. I hate getting back into this habit, even if it's useful.
But you guys probably want the whole story. Might be long and potentially gruesome.
Day before yesterday... Friday, I woke up in a hotel. Had no idea where I was. Someone had already stabbed me by that point, in the stomach. The wasn't overly deep, and it looked like I had stitched it up myself. Thank you mom for teaching me how to sew, and thank you grandma for teaching me first aid. Family can be cool.
I went and did a supply tally first, before I did anything else. I came up having my sketch pad, my tablet, my journal, my phone, that knitting stuff I got ages ago but am just now learning to use, and a few days worth of clothes. Nothing in the way of weapons. That worried me. A lot.
I mean, I always have at least three knives on me. Not telling you where, though. Not exactly like that helped. I had nothing. Not even Blitz (my staff).
I went down to the front desk to find out where I was, and how/when I checked in. Also to get the wifi code. Which is SEAWORLD in case any of you ever feel like leeching off this hotel's wifi. I'm in San Antonio, which is maybe six-seven hours from home. I apparently was brought in by my 'boyfriend' after having 'passed out in the car'. Naturally, my 'boyfriend' was mute, and the guy at the front desk said they had to do all sorts of stuff to get a translator for sign language.
The guy at the desk kinda leaned over and looked me over carefully before muttering, "Your boyfriend said to tell you he'd be back soon, if you got worried." I just shrugged it off and mumbled a thank you before heading back up to the room. I was in the closet packing when I heard the door open. I closed the closet as quietly as I could and posted so that there was some chance of a 'if I die, at least you know how' thing.
Guy opened up the door and I went full-on assualt. Seeing as I was injured, more traditional fighting styles kinda gave way to biting kicking and clawing. Particularly at his chest and face. I..... kinda mutilated the guy..... I feel terrible about that. Of course, I heisitated and he decided to put a knife firmly in my ribs. I then felt the need to knock him out and tie him to the bed with power cords. I wasn't exactly thinking about how that would cause tech issues at the time.
I had torn my stitches fighting him, and I was losing a lot of blood, fast. I left the knife in, not wanting to lose more blood. Long story short, I stitched myself up, screamed a bit, and remembered to deadbolt the room door and lock myself in the bathroom before passing out. When I woke up, the guy was still in the room, tied to the bed, and looking more than awake. I sat down at the foot of the bed and stared him down for a while before leaving for a bit to get some stuff. I apologized at the front desk for noise, and the guy just gave me a 'whuh?' look. I took that to meant that it hadn't been as loud as I'd thought.
I wandered around town for a long while, which hurt like hell, and I got back into my klepto abilities.... which I am ashamed of. But I stole new power cords. And rope. And some guy's laptop. And dude! I hope your parent's never looked at your browser history. I mean, wow.
I also got some meds and supplies while I was out, though I am about 98% positive that I took too many.
When I got back, I cleaned the guy up, gave him a few bandages and such. I mean, he may have kidnapped me and brought me to a hotel, but I did seriously fuck with him. I feel really bad about that. I talked at him for a while. Then.... I don't know.... I just snapped. I couldn't....
I don't want to describe it.
I stitched him up after.... and then I cried myself to sleep after making that last post. Though I was on skype for a bit. Not that I got to talk to anyone.
On a side note, hotel breakfasts are the best things ever. I brought back a crapload of food too. But especially some pudding and fruit juice for him. He ate, which was probably the weirdest thing ever. I mean, the guy had no tongue. And I had to feed him, because I was not willing to untie him.
I don't know who he's working for, but he's definitely a proxy of some Fear or the other. I'm about to go through his bag now to see if there's anything useful here. I'll post again later, he's making this weird whiny noise.
-Ash
fuckninhg harte texchnologyo
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umm... sorry
gonna try to type better. Just gonna take longer which means shorter post. expect abbreviations and cut off stuff.
woke up in hotel yesterday in san antonio. was stabbed already. 'pparently stitched myself up. hurts. guy attacked me in hotel. clawed the shit out of his face. tied him to a bed. with power cords. sucks, i know. tech died b/c no power. went and stole more power cords and pain meds. guy stabbed me again. fun. tortured guy for a few hours. didn't find anything out. guy has no tongue. don't trust him enough to let him write. typing hurts. imma go sleep. might maybe get on skype. idk.
-spyre
umm... sorry
gonna try to type better. Just gonna take longer which means shorter post. expect abbreviations and cut off stuff.
woke up in hotel yesterday in san antonio. was stabbed already. 'pparently stitched myself up. hurts. guy attacked me in hotel. clawed the shit out of his face. tied him to a bed. with power cords. sucks, i know. tech died b/c no power. went and stole more power cords and pain meds. guy stabbed me again. fun. tortured guy for a few hours. didn't find anything out. guy has no tongue. don't trust him enough to let him write. typing hurts. imma go sleep. might maybe get on skype. idk.
-spyre
Saturday 4 May 2013
Fast post because I'm hiding in the closet
woke up in a hotel today in closet because someone is in the room. been stabbed, no weapons. gotta take this person out rose knows more, please make post about email i sent will update tomorrow if this person doesn't kill me. shit they're opening the closet door, gotta go
Thursday 2 May 2013
Rant and and Introduction
This here is Ash
And I'm Beth. Pleasure.
This ought to be interesting. I'll introduce Beth later. After a short tirade about something. And you know who you are that I be centering this at.
Here's the thing. I AM A LOREMASTER. Yeah, most of the time I am weak, naive, innocent, and very, VERY unobservant. HOWEVER. The only reason that is so is because I choose to forget for times the full strength I have. I am more than just a LoreMaster. I am the second most powerful LoreMaster in the world. My memory of my powers comes back at random, often causing me to completely break free of anything altering my mental state. Suffice to say that I am PISSED. There is only one person that I care about that way, and as much as I like you, it IS. NOT. YOU.
I don't care if that seems very blunt and cruel. It's how I feel and you actually altering my mental state pisses me off to no end. Do not do that to me again or I will show you how much a LoreMaster can fuck you up mentally. You think you're insane now? I will lock you in the darkest corner of the mental plane until you are so fucking broken that you're scared of rabbits. Okay? My head is off limits, stay the fuck away from it.
On another note, I should seem abnormally confident and immune to anything that might normally send me into a raging depression. Welcome to the high side of the bipolar disorder. None of you have EVER seen me like this. Mostly because I've been on the low side of it for about a year now with minor lapses. I don't need protection right now. Anything tries to come after me now, they're getting their sense of reality screwed up big time.
Imma let Beth take over now.
.......Welcome the the 'Ash is maniacally happy and very sadistic' phase of the cycle. It shall be so much fun.
Anyway, I'm Bethany. Beth for short. I get to actually introduce myself because I'm.... a special case. While I am indeed stuck in this lovely head, I don't actually belong here. Ashley dearest found me wandering around the mental plane. She may call me a new personality, but I'm not. I can't.... 'Learn' the memories. They aren't mine and I frankly can't share in them. I'm a different person. My favorite color is green (as you can see) rather than blue and I am a hell of a lot less insane than the rest of these people. I'm actually surprisingly normal. I'm a runner. Or.... I was. I kinda died and got 'lost' in the mental plane. I'm lucky as hell they found me. So... I can't remember anything. About being alive. I just know that my name is Bethany. If... if there's any chance you can help me.... well.... I'd really appreciate it.
-Beth
-And Ash
And I'm Beth. Pleasure.
This ought to be interesting. I'll introduce Beth later. After a short tirade about something. And you know who you are that I be centering this at.
Here's the thing. I AM A LOREMASTER. Yeah, most of the time I am weak, naive, innocent, and very, VERY unobservant. HOWEVER. The only reason that is so is because I choose to forget for times the full strength I have. I am more than just a LoreMaster. I am the second most powerful LoreMaster in the world. My memory of my powers comes back at random, often causing me to completely break free of anything altering my mental state. Suffice to say that I am PISSED. There is only one person that I care about that way, and as much as I like you, it IS. NOT. YOU.
I don't care if that seems very blunt and cruel. It's how I feel and you actually altering my mental state pisses me off to no end. Do not do that to me again or I will show you how much a LoreMaster can fuck you up mentally. You think you're insane now? I will lock you in the darkest corner of the mental plane until you are so fucking broken that you're scared of rabbits. Okay? My head is off limits, stay the fuck away from it.
On another note, I should seem abnormally confident and immune to anything that might normally send me into a raging depression. Welcome to the high side of the bipolar disorder. None of you have EVER seen me like this. Mostly because I've been on the low side of it for about a year now with minor lapses. I don't need protection right now. Anything tries to come after me now, they're getting their sense of reality screwed up big time.
Imma let Beth take over now.
.......Welcome the the 'Ash is maniacally happy and very sadistic' phase of the cycle. It shall be so much fun.
Anyway, I'm Bethany. Beth for short. I get to actually introduce myself because I'm.... a special case. While I am indeed stuck in this lovely head, I don't actually belong here. Ashley dearest found me wandering around the mental plane. She may call me a new personality, but I'm not. I can't.... 'Learn' the memories. They aren't mine and I frankly can't share in them. I'm a different person. My favorite color is green (as you can see) rather than blue and I am a hell of a lot less insane than the rest of these people. I'm actually surprisingly normal. I'm a runner. Or.... I was. I kinda died and got 'lost' in the mental plane. I'm lucky as hell they found me. So... I can't remember anything. About being alive. I just know that my name is Bethany. If... if there's any chance you can help me.... well.... I'd really appreciate it.
-Beth
-And Ash
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