Sunday, October 28, 2012


Okay, I have found out that my phone can update this, just needs a wi-fi connection.

I have decided to let Leliel (I am going to ask him why the fuck his name is so odd) stick with me for a little bit. Just long enough to teach him the basic slenderknowledge and WHAT NOT TO DO. Then he can go fuck off and I wouldn't care anymore, but for now he is my responsibility. If he wasn't so fucking young I wouldn't give a shit in the first place (17 I think).

I keep remembering things that I don't remember happening at all. Ninety nine percent sure that this is a mindfuckery trick or I am just losing it by now.

For a while I contemplated on some possible theories, normal slender shit by now. I was starting to think of the possibility of multiple Slendermans, slendermen if you will. It would explain why so many are effected by him, maybe he's like Santa claus and can travel as fast as fucking sonic the hedgehog or some shit to be at three places at once. I think that is the most probably but the scariest at the same time. Another possibility is that he can be all TIMEY SPACEY WOOOOOO and do something to someone, then like go back in time or some shit and do it to someone else. Who fucking knows with this guy, he's a mixed bag of deceit and trickery if I ever knew it.

Life of a runner is much easier than the rest, but it sucks shit man. No time for videogames like the old days, no archive binging or anime marathons. All I do is sit around and make a schedule of the best way to not get buttfucked every corner. Other bloggers get to do EXCITING shit like try to be fucking doctors and study the slenderman for the 60000th time, all I do is run like a bitch.

Least I am still breathing.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Bad week. Left Maine and wound up in Ohio somehow.

It is beginning to be extremely difficult to try and update, my previous laptop that I used for updating unfortunately broke in a rather comedic way. So now I am stuck with whatever I can scrounge up for updating with.

Happy news, haven't seen noface since forever now. Fears have now dwelt into a all time low and everything be okay for the moment. Watch me jinx myself now. WATCH ME.

Saturday, October 6, 2012


Now this post will deal with the Slendermythos itself today.

With all the big names gone (anythingrelatedtosagesprettymuch) there hasn't been much activity. No one has really stepped up. The current Sages will probably not pass on their titles by the looks of it. We are kind of at a standstill. Nothing really happening, besidesthefactwearebeingchasedbyafacelessmonstrosityofcourse.

Makes me wonder who will become the new Zero or Zeke. I hope its somebody even better, but that's just dreaming right there.

I really don't have a fucking clue, badassery seems to increase with popularity, so until someone gets a couple thousand hits I bet we won't be seeing any major events happening.

REPORT #10 3

Now onto the actual report.

My gun is missing, it disappeared the day after my talk with Leliel. I know i'd probably never use it, but it was nice insurance. I have a habit of getting weapons and never using them apparently.

I went over and deleted my follow ups and REPORT #1. I decided that my memories could be easily fabricated as we are dealing with something supernatural and he is known for memory manipulation, therefor I believe that anything before the creation of this blog, any event, could be fake. John could've been fake, I don't know.

The tingling in my body has upped itself and is now more like pain, its bearable but if it gets any worse I shall have to arrange a doctor's appointment.

I have really been considering contacting other bloggers and seeing if I can add to my knowledge of slendertactics. Everyone else crossovers like its free crack so why not.

My anonymous commenter seems to have disappeared, sadly, I kind of liked him.

Not much else to say. Leliel wants to team up with me and leave Maine any second now, I have a feeling he will be coming along even if I say no.

I really need to go wash my clothes, its been around two months since I last took a shower.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

REPORT #10 2

"Okay, how the hell did you travel from wherever the fuck you lived to Maine?" I asked.

"Well I wasn't too far away, Assachusetts isn't across the country you know." Replied Leliel.

I walked towards him and popped a few quarters into the soda machine.

"Why the hell does everyone gotta be so damn vague about any type of messaging around me? Shamshel did the same and has went off the deep end and he hasn't updated in a while."

Leliel shook in his seat and looked down at the ground.

"I wiped my blog... I don't know how to deal with this man." Leliel told me, he sounded oddly serious.

The soda machine dispensed a fresh Coca Cola, I took it and broke the seal.

"That seems to be the most common response. 'I don't know what to do.' Well, I am still searching for the answer myself. Right now I focus on minimal confrontation and getting in and out of places. I have already stayed in Maine for longer than I should have."

I took a seat next to him and held the can in front of him.

"Care for a sip?"

He did not respond. If anyone happened to look upon the scene I imagine it would be pretty funny. Ghostface offering a ex-swat a can of cola in the middle of night. Makes as much sense as it sounds.

I was not sure how to offer advice, I had no real idea what I was doing and so couldn't tell him what to do or go.

The air began to feel very chilly and I had not put on much. Thank goodness for the fact I always wear gloves or else i'd be short a few digits now. We both shivered in our seats.

"How long do you plan on doing it? Running, I mean." Leliel at last said.

"As long as I can. I thought you were well versed in the Mythos. Anyone who stops, dies, anyone who isn't fast enough dies, anyone fucking retarded enough to FIGHT it dies. I have looked for an alternative and I can't find anything solid and reliable."

After that, we both sat long in thought. Neither wanting to restart the conversation.

"I can tell you are the type who wants to fight instead of flee," I said.

"Some true advice, which you probably have heard before. Fighting him is like trying to break down a mountain using solely your nose. Its impossible. I know its been said over a thousand times by many different people, you need to have it drilled into your memory and keep it as fact."

Leliel then looked at me, or so I thought, hard to tell with the mask, and stood up.

"It's hard, its obvious that if I stay, I die, but if I run, I believe I will be extending a death sentence. Tell me, do you plan on running for your entire life?"

God damn it, the eternal question. Early into my haunting I also thought of this. I assume everyone else does.

"There is no answer, you know this."

And once more we slipped into silence. I had considered breaking neutrality and forming a team with Leliel before. He's a good person, but his mind is wrapped in confusion and it clouds his actions.

"Its getting cold, or rather, too cold for my liking. You have legitimate questions that, frankly, no one can answer except yourself. Are you staying in Maine for long?" I asked as I stood up as well and stuffed my hands into my pockets.

"My plan was to come to Maine and have a chat with you, that is completed. Now I think I shall stick with you. Just for a little bit though, until I can decide on what to do."

And with that, we parted for the night.