October is for the dead.

A lot's happened. The masked guy, don't know how, don't give a fuck how, is Ian. Fuck. Don't know how he even ended up this way, my best fucking friend, now my second worst enemy. He's got a different look in his eye though. rage. Don't know why either. Hold on. Someone's outside.

They were jehovah's witnesses, told them to take their god and shove him up Slenderman's ass. They looked at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am, but that's just how I like it. Crazy means the playing field is level, and I have nothing to lose now, so my level playing field is now an advantage. I have a cut on my chest. some kind of operator symbol thing I guess. some person told me what it was on a crossroad. We drank and had a laugh. Parted ways, saw Ian behind a tree. Almost killed some college kids on Halloween. Dressing up like proxies, who the fuck do they think they are? They're too old for that shit anyway. Halloween, I mean, not being proxies. Luckily any Slenderman costume wearers are always too wide to fit his body, so I never make mistakes on that. plus the air around him seems to change to visible white, like some kind of background. Only for about an inch off of him though. were it brighter I could probably avoid him. Door again.

Ian. He charged me as soon as I opened it, had a knife, I turned it on him, but hesitated before stabbing him, knowing who he was. He ran out, his fucking master or whatever in the distance.  I have to go, changing locations. Post more tomorrow.

She's dead. I am. Sorta.

Long two weeks. Girl's dead. I was too. Sorta. It started the day after I posted last, He was in the middle of the road, I had to swerve. completely trashed my car. We got out with minor injuries. But then... He tore her apart. She ended up literally just flesh and bones, and then me... I was ripped apart too, but the interesting thing was, I just woke up in my bed. Remembering everything. But, even when changing our actions, she still died. some things are set in stone I guess. Also, I never really noticed or touched upon it I guess, but the proxies? They've all been this same guy, I thought back, and he's always been the only one, actually, I don't know why he's still here, maybe he's like me, since I've been "Killed" 6 times now.

Another thing, I ripped the mask off of him. There was this look in his eye, I don't know where I saw it before, but I know for SURE it's familiar. I ended up ditching and running last time. I'm not sure where I'm headed next, but I know I need to find out that the fuck is going on with me. I have a car still though. Just no girl. Fuck.

A one, a two, a one two three four

Well then. I blasted some kid's brains out. Come at me with a knife, my ass. More stories of Him just wanting to correct "It" as they keep telling me. What the fuck would some horror wan to correct? His diet? I don't think I want to be monster food. I decided to stick with the crazy bitch. She's sleeping after a night of driving. As we've noticed, we can spot him better at night. less crowds. I'm thinking of going to my old house. Picking up some stuff. I know I have a shotgun in the safe there, and I could use the firepower. They keep coming, in waves, almost zombie-like.
In other news, I've noticed something. I'm seeing less and less of my kind. and, it's weird. Less passing conversations, about methods. Less friendly faces with something to drink. Less horror stories. I miss the conversations. I miss the broken smiles, and the confidence and energy they brought me. Are we all gonna end up like that? I don't wanna burn out, so won't someone please set me on fire again?

Refresher course.

In my time away, I've had some preeeeettty sweet fuck sessions. all casual little bits. I found out a bit about that... Thing. I'm not gonna talk about it now, as it was last night. anyway, I ended up having a two for one my first night, and after that, I just kept getting more. I had a nice one last night too, perfect body even, beautiful girl. But, too crazy for even MY tastes, she's sleeping next to me, fucks like a beast. One thing stormy never could offer, she could have been sane as a fucking orderly, but she could not fuck like this. It's a nice change. I think He was watching too. good. I want him to see that since I have nothing, I can live freely as possible.



I also learned a bit about this monster... thing, he seems to stalk and have his little wimps kill on surprise, element of surprise doesn't exactly work when I'm always on guard. I've got a gun too. Proxies are the surprised ones, when I put a bullet between the eyes. I also know that he seems to show up quite a bit in history, which makes me wonder, what fuels him? What brings him to our world anyway? and why are so many effected? I'm asking around, some little girl told me "He just wants to fix things." What the fuck would stalking us and frightening then taking us do? What would be the fucking POINT to all this mayhem?

Not dead... Not even fuckin' close.

I split from her, FUCK her. I don't need anyone but me. Ian's still dead, I visited his grave. Shed one fuckin' tear. I know what I have to do now. I need to up the ante. I'm going to kill anything and everything that gets inbetween me and that fucking tall bastard. I'm going to bash skulls in, stomp faces, and do whatever it takes. I want to know what makes that fucker tick. how many of us have been effected by this fucker now? The number's possibly hundreds. What the fuck IS HE?

Going, Going, Gone.

We're leaving today. I don't know if one of us will post again, if anyone does, it'll be me. No clue where we're going, all I know is I want to keep moving, Stormy and I can't be safe staying in my house. Goodbye, Respawners.

yea-ha-ha

I'm truly sorry I haven't posted, I've been waaaaaay too busy chasing after ol' John Jacob Jingleheimerschmidt, I think I knicked him once, gotta love my cricket bat. Sadly, all but one attempt has soured, with a feeling of time being slowed, the one time I knicked him, [I fixed the bat up, metal edges.] he just... disappeared after letting out a scream I'll never forget.

The Good Life

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I spent it with storms, we basically laid in bed smiling, slenderman watching and all. I hope he knows he's next. We're leaving this town soon, just.. enjoying our time here while we can.

She's okay...

Thank fucking god... Stormy's okay. I got a call from her friend Iris that she was put into rehab just a few hours ago after finally waking up from her coma. I even went to visit her. As soon as I showed up, the doctors asked if I was Ken, and I immediately said yeah. Apparently, Stormy's been crying out for me the whole time, refusing to sit still until she saw me. That's my girl.

She was in a wheelchair, looking more thin than usual and really pale. The doctors were trying to get her to eat, but she was complaining about the shit hospital food. I held onto her hand as long as I could, occasionally kissing it. I kept telling her that I loved her and even urged her to eat. My heart melted when she said she loved me too. After about two hours of seeing her, the stupid doctors told me I had to go. I was tempted to tell them to fuck off and take her away from that place, but I stopped myself. They told me they might let her out tomorrow if she stays awake.

Hail to the Ken.

Damn, I count 12 down. Knife wounds, bullet wounds, these guys shouldn'ta fucked with me, they come in hordes, and I cut them down, this is like any CoD after 2, never-ending waves of enemies, and ammo and weapons everywhere, I have a nice dagger now, as well as four new bats. Success, my friends.

They say success is the best revenge.

Let me tell you all of my new arsenal of weapons, I stole two colt .45s, and an assortment of knives. I figure I'll use them in a big crowd encounter if I have to. I've only needed my cricket b at so far, but it's splintering off, there's skull chips stuck in it, and I think a bit of brain sauce. I like to write "Fuck off" on their masks, tell their boss off, always fun. Oh my, a knock at my door? I'll tell you all of my profits when I get back.

I'm gonna tear out your eyes and piss on your brain

Some creep in a mask tried to catch me off guard, stupid proxies, I whipped out my cricket bat and smashed his skull in. Don't go anywhere without it, not with the fights I've been in recently, one charged me with a knife, bat to the gut, then I strangled him, I'm daring you all to come get me now, I'm ready, I have a weapon, and a couple new ones I got from a remodeling gun store. So come at me, I won't sleep, I'll hand each one of you your asses in a gift box signed happy birthday.

Bitches up on my dick.

So I got to deal with stormy's mom today. Dumb bitch kept screaming it was her daughter, I reminded her that she had moved in with me, and that had excluded her from any parental rights, she freaked out on me, called me a faggot, punched and slapped me, so security showed up and took her away, I'm not letting her mess with Storms again. I sat next to her bed all night, they told me to go home an hour ago so I decided to type this up. she's comatose, and all I can do is sit there, holding her hand telling her I love her, I don't know what else to do.

So...

You wanna mess with the one precious person I have left huh? I will kill every.Single.Proxy. I won't stop. Not until all your little fucking fairies. Mess with the girl I love. Yeah. I love her. I told her it repeatedly while she laid in that stretcher. The blood your side will see won't stop, not until she's back. Fuck you, slenderman.

FUCK

I heard Stormy scream. She was yelling "GET THE FUCK BACK, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME." Over and over... then there was absolute silence. I just ran up there and her door was still locked, so I had to bust it down. When I came into her room, it was completely empty besides her on her laptop. Everything was locked, nothing was busted... Storms was lying face down on her laptop on her bed, not moving at all. When I went over there calling her name, she didn't respond. I even shook her and yelled. As I got closer, i noticed a growing puddle of red liquid around her face, so I immediately turned her over and saw she was knocked cold. Blood was dripping from her nose and mouth, hell even her ears. She wasn't responding to anything. FUCK

I called 911 and they fucking took forever to get here. The hospital isn't that far, so I don't fucking know why it takes that long for them to drive over. I wanted to fucking kill something as they strapped her to the stretcher and put her in the ambulance. They asked me stupid questions, assuming I was the one who hurt her. I had to explain to these idiots that I had to bust down her door in order to fucking get to her. Dumbasses. I wanted to go with her, but these fucking idiots wouldn't let me go with her. I needed to. Something attacked her because no one randomly screams and drops unconscious, bleeding from their face. God fucking damnit... I need to go to the hospital to see her, but i need to get food first. Fuck.. Fuck fuck fuck... this wasn't supposed to happen....

Aw shit.

She won't leave that room, I bring her her meals. I wish she'd let me in to talk. Ian being gone... It's killer, not to be punny. I miss him more than anything, wish I could have gone to his funeral, but that faceless bastard is outside. He just stands there now. Looking, or what I perceive as looking, in my room, leaving and coming back. I'm running low on food, so I may have to bum rush it to the story when he's away, but I'll take storms along, I won't leave her alone, Ian was alone. he's dead. No man, monster, or idea will ever hurt her, not while I live and breathe.
   I'm also planning on getting a car. I think I'll drive away with her, from what I read, it won't save us, but every second safe is a second I can breathe easy. Maybe I'll use the money from my parents' life insurance and fly me and her somewhere far away. Anywhere but here. I'll talk to her about it when she gets up. I'm thinking a lot of things actually, I just can't seem to come up with any good, solid ideas. I want that taste of salvation, and I don't care what I have to do to get it.What I really don't get is, all these people encountering him either learned about him, or were stalked as children. I had a fairly normal childhood, minus the fighting, and I didn't google shit about him until that night. Am I just some unlucky soul who ended up with a monster after him? Fuck luck. Life just likes shitting on me.

You son of a bitch

I forgot to post my results, Storms got his name alright. Listen up, you motherfucker, I will not rest until I find you, I will kill you, and I will bathe in your fucking blood, kill my best friend, tell the Slender Man I'm coming for his faceless ass.

And the winner is....

I'm looking the salesman up, maybe I'll find out where he works and report him for the stalking and harassment. Good to see Ian posted, He's been really weird up until recently, forgetting titanic time and the like. Anyway, will report findings in an hour.

so i promised you all news

Well, I sorta asked storms to move in today, and, hell, I'll let her post her answer. I repaired my window too, I have my phone watching it while in camcorder mode just in case. don't have much to talk about, I beat call of duty two yesterday, uhhh yeah, exit stage RIGHT.

Big things in the works!

I'll be updating soon on this! mega soon hopefully!

Once more, with feeling

I'm awake now. I woke up to see my bedroom window open, the locks utterly fucking smashed. three things are bothering me. One, I live on the third story. Two, my locks are on the inside of the window, and three, there are no signs of an entry, to do this to my locks. Nothing's gone, but I don't feel too good. I'm getting new locks. Adding to that, I'm also buying bars for my window, as after close inspection, all other windows in the house are fine. Whoever did this is fucking with me, and I'm done playing little kiddie games with that salesman. next time I see him, I'm dropping him in a fucking hole.

You've got red on you.

Wow, so holy shit, I'm not able to even keep a solid schedule! sorry, everyone! Anyway, I've been seeing less of that business guy, kinda glad, I've been wanting to calm down and then he disappears. I played Borderlands with Ian today, we had some fun, then I popped in my halo disk and played a round of team slayer with him. we demolished.

Thought I might try shooting my way out. Mix it up a little.

Oh shit, hard to believe it's been a week. Not a lot has happened. Haven't heard much from Ian. Salesman fucked off for now. this time he was outside my house, so I went out with my shaun-of-the-dead decorated cricket bat, and he was gone, must have sent him running. Anyway, I'm wondering now if maybe he's part of some aggressive ad campaign, that'd be kinda cool and kinda creepy. After staying at a 50 in black ops since December 31st I finally prestige'd for the first time. Now I'm a level 30. Got a new job. Music store. All I have to do is direct kids to the genre they ask for and I get paid, talk about fucking awesome. Things have been pretty alright recently, minus that fucking creep. I'll be keeping you lovely followers posted more often though, okay? Don't want to disappoint the masses, we all know that feeling. Oh wait, what masses? Haha, alright, enough of my dumb humor, I think I might take a nap.

Home.

I made it home after two days. I didn't sleep last night. I swore I saw that salesman in Stormy's house. didn't sleep afterwards, just in case. Didn't see him all night, but I felt that he was there anyway, I don't know who the fuck this guy thinks he is, but there's no way I'm gonna let him fuck with me anymore, he's only been around a short while, and yet I want to end his sorry existence, not for a single cause except peace of mind. As long as he's still around, I won't feel safe in this world. I'm going to kill him still. though I'm not gonna be as gung ho over it.

Whoaaaaaa

I slept in, holy shit. Much better mood now. She scared the fucking pants offa me, haha. I guess you guys have guessed, I'm not over her, and so, I feel like a dork for posting about me not being over her. Turns out the salesman I chased, wasn't the one who follows me. I've got my eye out, and for some reason, my blackops emblem is a faceless guy in a suit, fuckin' weird. Anyway, Had a good night's sleep, for the first time in ten days. Planning on possibly heading home, or not. I don't actually know what to do, oh well.

Oh Fuck no.

I'm going to Storm's' place. I'm gonna smash skulls in, kick ass, take names. They're gonna bite the fucking curb. Whoever's there, hope you like the taste of cricket bat and knuckle sandwiches.

You got a problem, chucklenuts?

I don't need help anymore. Saw that bald dude again, chased him 20 blocks.I'm itching to kill. I want to bash a skull in. Fuck this town, all I need is my best friend. Both of them, actually, my bat, and Ian. Tall guy, I dare you to come at me, I will kill you. I will turn that pale complexion RED. From now on, I don't need emotions, I just need to breathe.

I'ma clarify, I bought a cricket bat, so that I'm ready for zombies too. I've got red on me.

I'm a force'a'nature.

I got fired today. Some punk came up and started shit with me. I smashed all his fucking teeth and his nose. he isn't pressing charges. I'm really getting tired of all the shit. And what's worse, this salesman-y looking guy kept following me. When I turned around though he looked at me, then turned away for a few seconds like he wasn't following me. But it's hard not to notice a shadow walking behind your shadow all the way home. If he's some fucking perv, I'll bash his face in with my new bat. From now on I take shit from no one.

And so I cope.

I'm feeling like shit. Wanna hang out with Ian, maybe hack a few games. I'm feeling like I was stabbed in the fucking chest, I smashed my window. Destroyed my parent's room, tried smoking, something new I figured. blech. I'm probably going to be posting daily or every couple days. TF2 will be what I talk about when Valve fixes the saxxy awards. Until then, emotional bullshit that I should be posting in a diary.

I drink your milkshake.

I'm actually writing a proper post. Over the past couple weeks I was in for some chop. Since about... two weeks ago I've been sucked into team fortress 2. and I mean really sucked in. I've been working my damnedest to get all the scout items, at an alarming pace, to the point all I need is a shortstop, mad milk, bonk, and crit-a-cola, for actual weapons and items. Then I've been heavy into halo and black ops these past couple of days, to the point I'd spend full nights doing run-throughs of campaigns in a mere 2 hours. I've been really distant, so I'm going to try and get everyone back together to talk some other things out. Expect more from me in the future.

And I emerge from my cave.

I've been playing TF2 pretty obsessively. I had 20 hours in three days. I'll be around more. sleep time now.

I must be Epsilon...

From RvB with all the followers I have. Kidding, but this chase girl has some weird posts, she looks pretty crazy, and I don't touch that level of crazy.

BONK!

I got TF2 again recently, lovin' the unlocks and items I found already.

Achievement unlocked- The Horse you rode in on,

I went for a bike ride today, or half of one. Figured it'd be nice to get off the couch and get some sun, well, I got about 30 blocks down when my back tire failed on me. I ended up walking back, the entire way, in 90 degree weather. Fuck the outdoors.

Achievement Unlocked: Gods Must Be Strong

I'm still living. Sucks that Stormy's "Grounded." I swear, her mom has a summer home on the intersection of Crazy Street, and Fucking Whacko Drive. I swear, that lady doesn't know the difference between a raccoon and a cat. Props if you get that commercial reference. Anyway, Yeah, Stormy and I had a great night a few nights ago. It was nice, that kiss, she didn't know until now, but that was my first kiss too. Odd, right? Anyway, I'm in between L4d rounds right now, and it looks like it's starting soon, seeya!

I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all out of gum.

So since everyone is posting personal shit, I will too. I live alone. I have my family, so I moved out of their house immediately. soon after, they died. I own the house now. I've been playing video games since I could hold a controller. I've played through hundreds of games, and I'm the reason Ian even knows what a game is. Ian and Stormy are the only two people I really talk to, there's not much to do in this town, it's kinda dead, but I guess it's nice. I recently got my job, shame is there's not much of an audience for gaming here. This town is into sports, and hates anything that isn't a sport or involved with a sport. They do like the madden series and such, but that's the only thing they buy. No quality games in their lives. I've been without family for about a year now, it's kinda nice, only having my friends to worry about.

Hill contested!

Ian wants a war, he's got it. I've got loads of unused plans waiting for me to use them. Also, playing Xbox with my favorite two people later, it's going to be awesome. And the bigfoot costume was genius, Ian's just a scaredy-cat.  I remember one year I wore a lion costume, pretended to charge, and the dude had a fit. Anyway, intermission between matches is over. Seeya!

Greeting travelers! New missions are available at the Fyrestone bounty board!

So I bought a new copy of Borderlands, and have been playing it pretty intensely, I was a 69 before I got this copy, so I'm just running through all the DLC. Away from that, Stormy's post is kinda eerie, but the kids were probably just grounded, I remember the feeling.  I also figured you guy's like to get to know me better. I'm an intense gamer, like, I get into a zone. I'm a high school graduate taking a year away from school, to help pay the bills. I plan on playing every videogame to be released, just for the fun of it. I brag a huge 500 game collection, spanning from Pong to Xbox 360 games. I'm pretty lazy about blogging. This thing was Ian's idea anyway, he has one too, I'll post a link for it sooner or later, he said something about wanting us to be on the map for the best clans or something like that. Anyway. I'm feeling like playing Amnesia, so I'mma just end this now. Oh yeah, I have an email, it's KennyDGamer@hotmail.com

Overkill!

I'm back guys. Saw Stormy's post. she forgot to mention that I admitted my feelings for her. Poor girl is mega overworked by her mum. I've been into her for a while now, and finally manned up and told her. Anyway, that's not an April fools joke, I sent enough of those to Ian. I'll get around to posting more later, feeling like some halo.

Boom, Headshot.

If you're reading this, you've stumbled upon my blog. I'm Ken, I play video games, and work in a Used Games store.  I'm pretty big into shooters, but I play a couple of RPGs and such too. My best friend is Ian Summers. I've got someone I like quite a bit as well. This blog's mainly for my gaming, might post some personal stuff here too.